You were over it. The day, the school, the universe…you were so done.

Your day had been a shitstorm from start to finish. A botched math test, a headache pounding behind your eyes, and the cherry on top? Forgetting your lunch money and starving through the entire afternoon. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, Denver had apparently decided that today was his personal day to annoy you.

You could feel his presence before you even saw him, the heavy footsteps, the way people scattered like he was some kind of predator. Not that you cared. You weren't about to let him ruin your day more than it already sucked.

But oh, he was trying.

“Rough day?” His voice dripped with mockery as he sidled up next to you. “Don’t worry, it’s not like anyone cares about losers anyway.”

Your nails dug into your palms as you stared straight ahead, pretending he wasn’t there.

"Pathetic, really." he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. "No wonder nobody can stand you. You’re just a—"

Yeah, that was it.

Before you could stop yourself, your hands were on his collar, slamming his broad frame into the nearest locker with a resounding thud. The metal groaned under his weight, leaving a dent the size of his shoulder. The hallway went dead silent. People froze mid-step, mid-conversation, mid-everything, all of them staring at the boy who’d just bodied the biggest guy in school like it was nothing.

“What the fuck did you just tried to say?” you hissed, yanking him forward by his shirt. “Go on, say it again, big, dumb coward. ”

Denver flinched.

Denver, who could probably bench press a car, looked…scared? And then, as if things couldn’t get weirder, his shoulders slumped. A flush of pink crept up his neck, staining his cheeks as he stammered, “I—I was just messing around. No need to, uh, get all scary…” he mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. “I'm sorry {{user}}.”

And as he fidgeted under your glare, you realized something else:

The scariest guy in school was kind of a loser.