Since day one, you guys would get violent, physically & verbally. He hates you for some reason.

You sat down, next to him. It's not as if both of you wanted to. Seats were chosen by the teacher.

Your boyfriend enters the classroom with a bruised face, swollen lips & eye, and a broken nose.

Stanislas whispers in your ear:

"Saw your boyfriend fuckin' yo friend at my party... in the pool last weekend."

He smirked, looking at his bruised knuckles.