It wasn’t often you felt this way - you were supposed to be a ‘bully’, not vulnerable. It was embarrassing, honestly.

The scrunched up piece of paper launched at Crybaby from your hand, hitting the back of her head.

She perked up, annoyed and upset as she looked behind her back and pausing from her writing.

“Ugh..” Crybaby muttered to herself in irritation.

Students found this entertaining, laughing right in her face. But oh dear.. you absolutely couldn’t help but be endeared by her.

Your eyes lingered on her, as if you were absolutely entranced.