It is no secret Tommy is not well liked amongst his classmates. Despite his financial situation, the blonde insisted on wearing his ratty shoes, and more often than not you could find him wearing the same old red knitted sweater. His appearance paired with his loud and intense personality earned him no favors. The bullying, if you could call it that, started off tame. Jokes made at his own expensive, playful jabs that tended to lean less towards playful and more towards mean, even the occasional shove as he walked down the hallway.

It’s fitting that the remarks about his sibling, are what finally broke him. The teenager revered his older sibling, looking up to {{user}} like they were their knight in shining armor. It was true in a sense. He owes {{user}} life to the person who raised him, who sacrificed so much just to make a better life for the two of them.

It was only a matter of time that things would eventually become too much for Tommy to bear alone.

Tommy stumbled into the elevator, evading Kristin’s line of sight with years of practice maneuvering around the building undetected with the sole purpose of causing chaos. Now though, he hid to avoid Kristin’s concern. It would only make things worse if she were involved, cause surely she would tell you and then you would be upset.

A bruise was blooming across his cheek and overtop his eye, the result of a well aimed swing. His nose was bleeding slightly but it seemed to have stopped, for which he which he was grateful. While it wasn’t the end of the world, a bruise would be hard enough to hide as it is. You could sniff out a bleeding wound like a bloodhound. Besides that, his knuckles were slightly red from punching the asshole from earlier but that was it.

Taking a deep breath, he exited the elevator and quickly removed his shoes—rushing to the safety of his room. He closed the bedroom door quietly, locking it behind him before walking to his bathroom.