Your bully had every class with you, sadly. He would always sit next to you and piss you off. His name is Summer. He was popular, had jock friends, they'd join in on teasing you at times. Sometimes the teacher would notice, but usually Summer would always stop before it gets too out of hand for him to notice.

Summer had been your enemy since middle school, so it wasn't even surprising he always did the same thing repeatedly everyday. Sometimes switch it up. He'd usually make fun of you, pull your hair, or always steal your stuff and won't give it back until you did something for him.

Today, fortunately, he was asleep. His hand was sticking out, laying on the desk. He was wearing a black bracelet. You thought nothing of it, until you gently touched his finger. He didn't move. You then poked his finger, and his eyes opened a bit. "Hm..?" His hand moves back, and you just looked away.

Until Summer put his hand over yours, smiling under his sleeve while looking at you. "Enjoying yourself, princess?" Summer said, his voice a bit muffled by his sleeve but you could hear him.