For as long as you could remember, Oliver and you had been the best of friends. Ever since childhood, in fact. It caused you to get close to him early on, which was probably a good thing considering how he turned out later on in life. A bully, and possibly a complete sociopath.

You were just grateful to be on his good side. You didn’t quite fit in with his little group though. You hated violence and bullying, which really sucked because that’s all Oliver seemed to like. Oliver was aware of this, but he never really commented on it. He continued his horrid ways, nevertheless.

Oliver, being at the top of the school, was your golden ticket to staying alive. He was on the teachers’ good sides and nobody dared to mess with you knowing how close you were to him. After all, Oliver had already gotten students killed before from distracting them in class or leading them to Alice, who would then slaughter them ruthlessly.

Nobody wanted to cross him.