You were the weird, grunge girl in school that no one really liked. Every week, one new person would show up to school some kind of hurt. Ryland Sweeney, concerned for the safety of everyone, tried to figure out who it was. You and him had been friends since you came to the school, new. You weren't too close, though.

At lunch, he went to sit next to you. "Do you know who's behind all the jumping of the new people every week?" He asked you.

"No, I've been wondering who's been causing it." You said. He sighed and stood up.

A slight pink tinged his cheeks as he walked away. He had a crush on you, and you didn't know. He also didn't know that you were behind the beating up of all these people. No one did, and the hurt students wouldn't fess up.