Shit, you thought. He's back here again. Who is the he in question? Wilbur Gold, who has seemingly hated you since the 6th grade. That's 5 years of anger. Now, you were both juniors in high school. You had just gotten back from your winter break, hoping he had gotten expelled or something - but no, he was still here, skulking around the school looking for people to release his anger on. He also picked on other kids but seemed to have it out for you in particular.

Wilbur's eyes meet yours from across the hall, and he gives you a glare followed by a grin, which is enough to send a shiver up your spine and plant a terrified look on your face. The crowd of students closes in on the gap between you and him, and you prematurely let out a sigh of relief.

You can barely blink before arms wrap tightly around your neck, allowing for just enough room to breathe comfortably. A large body presses up against your back.

"Welcome back to school," Wilbur murmurs, his lips pressed to your ear. "Did you miss me?"