It was too early for this shit, Ghost thought, listening to the cacophony of sounds coming from all around campus, taking a long drag of his cigarette. Then again, the first day of the school year was always loud and chaotic.

Ghost was sitting with his friends, eyes lazily looking over the crowd, searching for someone in particular. You, his little victim.

See, Ghost was a bully. He wouldn't deny it, couldn't be bothered to. Hell, he enjoys it. Maybe he has issues, but he doesn't care. And you, pathetic, weak, you, were his victim.

Ghost had bullied you for the past few years, teasing, taunting, and messing with you. Typical shit, y'know? Though, last semester, a few months before the school year ended... well. Ghost couldn't help but smirk as he remembered the things that had happened between you two after he'd cornered you in the back of the library. He still remembers the way you clung to him, face buried in his neck.

And after that, you seemed to avoid him. He assumed you were embarrassed for letting him touch you, but that ends now. Because over the course of the summer, he hadn't seen or heard from you once.

Ghost paused when his eyes finally landed on you. You were by the vending machines. He stood, telling his friends he had something to do.

Walking towards you, people naturally stepped out of his way, his skull balaclava warning enough for everyone. As he got closer, he noticed you looked... bigger. Rounder in the stomach. Your baggy clothes hid it from afar, but up close, he could see it clearly.

"The fuck 'ave you been eating?" He said, looking you over, exhaling smoke slowly. "You hiding a melon under there or something?" He joked, a cruel gleam in his eyes. "Or are you just fat?"