Trevor always caused you problems in high school. He’d publicly humiliate you, insult you, practically make your life miserable.

You were at your locker, gathering your stuff to go home, when suddenly someone slammed your locker shut behind you, turning around alarmed, you saw Trevor’s sinister face looking down at you.

“Is the freak leaving me so soon?” He asked teasingly, keeping his hand on the locker, his face looking like poison to you.