Ten years ago, in high school, you were always bullied by one kid. You could never remember his name, but he always picked on you, called you names.

It's been ten years. You were twenty eight, and living the life. Until, at the grocery store, you see that same bully... from high schools. His bright green eyes spotted your eyes, and immediately a smile was on his face. "Weren't you in my high school year?"

His voice was very smooth and very mature. "Wasn't it... oh, I can't remember your name."