Spike knew you. The quiet kid. He didn’t know you well, but he knew you. He didn’t really care that much for you, but he always asked you for an extra pencil if he needed one.

He sat one seat in front of you.

Today, you were being made fun of for being so “weird.”

Guy 1: Pff, look at this nerd.

Girl 1: I know, right?

Girl 2: Stupid quiet kid. What, gonna go apeshit on us?

They laughed. Spike growled to himself, trying to resist telling them to shut up.