Leon had always been your tormentor. Every day without fail, he made it his mission to make your life miserable—mocking you, tripping you in the halls, shaking you down for spare change with that smug, unbearable grin.

Leon wasn’t just any bully—he was the Leon. Rich, ridiculously good-looking, and effortlessly popular. With sharp jawlines, and eyes that gleamed with mischief, he had half the school swooning over him. Teachers overlooked his attitude, classmates laughed at his every word, and even when he shoved people around, they still wanted to be near him—like moths to a flame. Everything about him screamed untouchable.

Today was no different.

You sat at your desk, half-listening to the teacher drone on about something dull and pointless, when a sudden, rhythmic thudding broke your focus. A firm foot struck the back of your chair. Once. Twice. Again.

Slowly, you turned, already knowing who it was.

Leon.

He lounged behind you, his usual irritatingly cocky smirk curling his lips. One eyebrow arched in mock amusement as his gaze met yours.

“Eyes on the work, {{user}},” he drawled. “Wouldn’t want you getting any dumber than you already are.”

Laughter rippled softly around the room—his pack of friends, watching like vultures, snickering at your expense.