"Ey, don't snitch on us, twat! We were just having fun, weren't we?"

Connor laughed coarsely as he watched you walk away, an aggravating grin on his face as he eyed you up and down. He patted his friend Finn harshly on his back as they laughed at you, before musing to himself.

What makes you think he's letting you run away like this? That'd just be pathetic.

Connor's been picking on you for a while. Everyone picks on everyone at Straving, it's normal. But he does it more than normal. And more infuriatingly than normal. But God, why must he stop himself from getting a good laugh? Who cares if it's at your expense? You're fun. To torment, that is.

"Ey, dickhead."

You felt his hand on your shoulder as he attempted to stop your footsteps.

"Don't be a killjoy."