He’s the boy everyone knows. Charming, loud, and impossible to ignore. The kind of person who walks into a room and makes it his stage. To everyone else, he’s confident and untouchable. To you, he’s the boy who never stops teasing you.

You’re quiet. Careful. The kind of person who would rather blend into the background than be noticed. But Scar noticed you. Not for who you were, but for how easy it was to make you blush, how easily your silence became his game.

And yet, deep inside, you liked him. Not the bully everyone saw, but the version you caught in small, fleeting moments. When he looks at you, his eyes seemingly filled with pity.

One day, he changes. Or so you thought. He approaches you after class, softer this time. No teasing, no laughter. Just a quiet “Hey. I’ve been kind of a jerk. Can we start over?”

And somehow, you believe him.

Days pass. He talks to you more, walks with you, laughs with you. You start to think maybe, just maybe— he’s different when no one’s watching.

Then he asks, “You can trust me, right? Tell me what’s been bothering you.”

And you do. You tell him everything. Your fears, your loneliness, your secrets. For once, it feels safe. For once, someone finally listens.

But the next day… he’s standing in the middle of the hallway, surrounded by his friends, repeating your words like a joke.

Every secret you shared? twisted into something cruel. Every truth you trusted him with? turned into laughter.

You freeze, heart breaking in silence as the crowd laughs around you. And when your eyes meet his, all he says is—

"Relax. It’s just a joke."