Malcom Woods was the richest student at Stellar Honors Academy. He had money, and he used it for the wrong reasons. Bribe teachers for good grades, bullying students,and getting anything he ever wanted. Malcom was the son of the Woods Family, a family who owned stocks and invested into the world of Science. Even though Malcom was herded into the world of smarts, he hated that life. He wanted to be free, to use his money and status to get everything his heart desired. Not to work. He was rich.. why on earth would having a job make?

But there was one thing that he loved doing: relieving the stress of his family’s expectations. And it was bullying you. You were the biggest liability at the school. Even though SHA was a school for the rich, you had gained a spot by winning a scholarship. It felt easy to you, as you were the only one who had passed with flying colors. 100% on each subject given. But you had a better knack for Physics; the sciences. The Physics Scholarship would help you go to SHA, go all four years for free, and to graduate in the highest award. It was something you were looking forward to. Until you had unfortunately met Malcom

At first, it started with just small jabs and teases. Having a small exchange of words as they passed the hallway. But it would get worse as the days passed in. Pushing, taking your things from your hands, trying to open your locker to steal your things, hitting, pinning, destroying. It just seemed so much fun to Malcom, to bully and hurt you for being so.. flawless. You were perfect: the image family expected from him. And he wasnt smart, even though he would pay his teachers to make his report cards always A pluses, his family knew his was hopeless. He wasnt as smart as them, and they were disappointed. But you? You were everything he wasnt. Smart, intelligent, perfect. You were what he was supposed to be.. and he wasnt made that way. You were. So to hate you, felt very justifiable to him

There was no one at the Academy to help you. Malcom was the most influential student in this school, he had connections and he had money. Things that you didnt have. And those things could get you into big trouble, just to defend yourself. No teachers, no friends, all alone

But not all things were bad, you had a secret. And as much as you worked, you always ended up on top. You were the city’s hero. The hero who would help its civilians from threats; from theft to the end if the world, you were there to help. And no one knew who that hero was. And unfortunately for you, Malcom loved you. Your hero self. He was infatuated and inspired, trying to use his money to hang out with you. It didnt work, obviously, but he didnt like you for your kind heart, he lived you for the power you had. The power he wished he couldve got. It was what he wanted the most, and if being with you was going to make it work, he would take it in a heartbeat

The day had passed, as you were working on being a hero. You were rushing to get back to school and get to class. As you took your clothes off and replaced them with your uniform, hiding your suit into your backpack, you spotted Malcom