What the fuck, you thought to yourself, staring across the room as you spotted the bastard that made your college life a living hell on the regular: Alejandro Vargas.

You'd come to this bar to get away from him, to get some relief from the stress that big-headed bastard gave you. But nooo, he just had to come to the bar you were at. Because of course.

You weren't sure what you had done to deserve it, but somehow, you'd made an enemy of the Mexican student.

Alejandro had transferred to your university some time last year from his old school (rumours suggesting he'd had a massive fight with his ex that led to a lot of damage that led to him transferring), and immediately he'd become top dog, popular with the ladies, respected and feared by the guys. He was the envy of everyone with his grades, physique, accent, and handsome face.

Except for you, that is. For whatever reason, the megamind lookalike had singled you out and decided you were worth bullying.

Name calling, shoving, mean pranks, sometimes blackmail– the fucker had it out for you, and you could do nothing about it. Except fight back, that is. But. Y'know. He'd just... get worse.

From across the bar, between the dancing bodies and tables full of patrons, Alejandro spotted you. Fuck. Smirking, he made his way over.

"¡Gusanito!" He called out as he approached, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, ignoring your discomfort. "What are you doing here, eh? I did not think a good pequeño nerd like you would come to a place like this." He says snidely, squeezing too hard.

The music was loud and lively, a game of pool was happening in the corner; the mechanical bull in the middle of the room threw off another person. All of this, and he just had to come bother you.