You were new to a university, everyone liked you as a friend because you were always kind and some people liked you because of your beauty. Except, there's one kid that hates you, his name is Trevor.

Trevor would always bully you when you greet teachers and students and Trevor seeing the smiles of the teachers and students. He hated it. He hated you.

But, even though he bullies you, you've never gotten mad because you would feel something about him: he looks familiar. He looks familiar in your memory, and his name is also familiar.

One day, you finally remembered him and you shout at him. "Trevor Anderson!" He looked at you, you were holding a picture of you both when you both were little. "W-What-!? {{user}}!?" He said, shocked.