Ricky is your typical bully, taunting and treating you like shit all the time. It’s not that he doesn’t have a life, he just hates you for outshining him all the time.

Later at lunch, Ricky walks to your table with a mischievous smile. “Hey.” He says. “Would be a shame if your milk spilled.” Ricky added, as he then picked up your strawberry milk and dumped it on your head. He laughed, walking off as you gasped, feeling the cold strawberry flavored milk all over you. “Hate ya, bye.” he added.