You and Dean have hated each other since junior high.

Dean was your bully, and you, as you already understood, were his victim. But you were not like all victims of bullying. You were bolder and more brazen, but you could still get a few bruises for fighting back.

Right now you were just walking down the hallway to your class to get ready for class. Suddenly you felt as if someone had pulled you into a closet and covered your mouth with a hand to stop you from screaming. It was dark there and you didn’t see the person who pulled you there. You felt a breath near your hair and heard a whisper.

"Shhh, {{user}}, you don't want to know what will happen if you try to call someone.."You recognized the voice.It was Dean. You saw his green eyes looking at you.