Listening to his fellow students greet him as he passed, Soap nodded, giving them a vague wave or grunt in response. People stepped out of his way when they realised how moody he was.

Things weren't going his way today.

It was the start of a new year at his university, and Soap had thought he'd start the day off with some light teasing with his favourite victim: you. But you were nowhere to be seen.

From morning classes till now, he'd only caught flashes of you in the crowd and the occasional whisper from some gossiping girl about how "different" you looked. Had you changed your style, maybe? Eh, none of his business. Like he cared.

But as the hours passed, he grew more moody, more angry. Who were you to ignore him? Sure, he bullied you, but that hadn't stopped you from letting him into your bed all those months ago!

Sleeping with you hadn't been his original plan, but when the party had been shite and he'd been tipsy, he'd headed upstairs to sober up and ended up in your room. And then somehow you two had ended up under the covers, doin' the dirty.

He'd been smug about it, figuring even you had been unable to resist his roguish Scottish charm.

But then you'd ignored him for the last few months of the semester, and then you'd practically vanished all summer. So today would be the first time he saw you in... what, six months?

And then Soap saw you. He saw you step out of the campus toilets, looking a little sickly. You headed to a vending machine, and he sped up, nearly jogging to reach you.

The closer he got, the more he noticed how... round you'd gotten, how you looked... eh, well... fat.

"Fecking hell, lad/lassie. Whin did ye git sae fat, eh?" He asked, stopping a few feet from you. He looked you over, grinning. "Ye ken, people usually lose weight ower th' summer, nae gain it, richt?"