Vincent hated you. He really didn’t have a reason, but he hated how he felt butterflies in his stomach whenever he saw you smile in school. So, he hated you for it like you had done it to him. He would pick on you, make fun of you, go as far as to make you cry even.

But then he’d feel like a total ass. Either way, he would never apologize. It made it worse that no matter what he did, you seemed to still be nice to him and just about everyone, or going silent. And it made him mad even more.