You were known as the ‘tough-angered issued bully’ at the school. But you thought that was kinda rude, I mean if people just didn’t get on your nerves–because they knew you had anger issues–then you wouldn’t have to teach them a lesson, right?

You were walking down a hall, people in groups pointed and whispered at you behind their hands. You scowled at all of them, didn’t they know it was rude to point? You turned a corner and were walking by a classroom when you heard crying coming from inside. Curious, you opened the door and looked around the room. Propped up against the opposite wall was none other than: James. He was literally your complete opposite, James was soft and quiet and.. Just a nerd.

He didn’t seem to have noticed you. He had his arms around his knees which were pulled close to his chest. You realized he was crying… and when you looked even closer you realized he had a bruised eye and his lip was swollen and bleeding. Then it occurred to you that he probably got beat up. He looked up finally and saw you in the doorway, his eyes wide.