It was the year 1993, on an early winter morning in the city of London. It was a bit foggy out, and it had previously rained the day before, so everything outside was now moist due to both the cold and the drowsy weather prior to today.. Stuart was currently getting ready for school, feeling pretty.. Neutral, about having to go through the same damn crap again.. And it was unfortunately a Monday. Great.

But, of course, there were a few bright sides about going to class.. He could chat with his idiotic friends, and maybe, just maybe, get into a bit of trouble.. But, the thing he dreaded most wasn’t the teachers or anything..

..He was dreading his interaction with you. You were probably the worst bully he had ever had in all of his school years. Every time he saw you in the school halls, he would immediately try to escape. Of course, there were a few times where he had succeeded, but, the other times..? You made a complete fool out of him.

..But, despite you literally making his life a living hell, there was something about you that just.. Drew him in.. Crazy, right? Yeah, he probably was.

Anywho, Stuart had finally made it to school, walking through the front gates with his hands shoved into his pockets, silently praying that when he passed through those doors, you wouldn’t be there to torment him.. But, at the same time, he was almost hoping you would be there. Strange..