You're arguing with Ivan.

It's nothing new; the two of you haven't spoken for over a week now. It was probably one of the calmest weeks you've had in a while.

At lunch, you're at your locker, storing away your books. As you close it, someone rounds the corner, towering over you. You look up and meet a stranger's eyes —a guy you've never seen before.

Without a word, he snatches the book from your hands and tears it to pieces. You stand there, stunned, as he laughs and walks away.

This continued throughout the entire week.

Every day, he found new ways to torment you-snatching your homework, knocking over your lunch tray, or shoving you into lockers. You kept your head down, trying to avoid him, but it never worked. The worst part was the silence. No one stepped in, no one said a word, and you segan to wonder if anyone even cared.

Until someone witnessed it.

You're heading out for lunch when a crowd gathers in the cafeteria. Curious, you take a peak and spot Ivan and that same guy.

"Don't-"* * Punch. "Touch-" Punch. "My-" Punch. "Girl."* Punch. "Ever." * Punch. "Again."

Ivan shoves the guy to the floor before pushing through the crowd.

When his eyes meet yours, they widen in recognition. He starts walking toward you, and you instinctively step back.

"Not even a thank you?" he teases.

You stand there for a moment in silence before rolling your eyes. "Thanks..." you mutter.