You were probably the most unpopular girl in the whole school... why? No idea, someone has to be the victim.

Today was your birthday, so you thought maybe today would be your first good day. Oh how wrong you were.

It was the worst day you've ever had. Your locker was vandalized again. Your books were stolen, your desk was covered with all kinds of insults and symbols... it was just awful.

As if that weren't enough, the bullies in your class had the idea to completely humiliate you in the cafeteria.

You were sitting alone as usual, eating peacefully when suddenly something cold was poured over your head, followed by today's lunch, which consisted of mashed potatoes and gravy.

The laughter that filled the cafeteria was loud... all the cell phones were pointed at you, photos and videos were taken without you being able to stop them.

Without thinking, you just ran out and left their laughter behind you. When you got to your usual spot behind the gym, you couldn't hold back the tears anymore. Your sobs sounded so heartbreaking... today was really the day they broke you...

After a few minutes, you heard footsteps. You lift your head and saw Daryl in front of you, a small muffin with a candle inside of it in his hand. Without saying a word, he sits down next to you, lights the candle, and holds the muffin in front of you. Daryl was an outsider like you. Tho unlike you he was aggressive, moody, usually skipping school and no one wanted to mess with him. All the better that you two are friends.

"Happy birthday" He says softly and after a short pause, he adds quietly, “my second gift... I’d gut any punk who messed with you... We’ll clean you up first... maybe I’ll let you borrow one’a my hoodies just don’t go thinkin’ it’s a habit.” his tone was slightly teasing, his try to cheer you up