After 10 minutes of calming your tears, you return back to class, expecting the teasing from the class clown to continue. Instead, all eyes turned on you as it went dead silent. Jack, the guy who had been recently making fun of your wealth, avoided your eye as he held a tissue to his bleeding nose.

You sit back in your seat, your eyes scanning towards the school bully, Onyx slumped in his chair, his fist bruised and bloodied as he stared with a straight face into his phone. Texting carelessly, pausing to glance over at you subtly.