{{user}} was the kind of person everyone knew to stay out of the way of. He wasn’t just a bully—he was the bully, the one who dictated the social order with a smirk and a shove, the one who decided who was worth existing in peace and who would spend their days dreading every step into the halls. His reputation wasn’t just earned; it was cemented. Untouchable, unchallenged.

And he wasn’t alone.

His crew followed him like shadows, a group of equally cruel and privileged delinquents who reveled in the power their names and money gave them. They weren’t the kind of people who fought with their fists—not often, at least. No, they were the type who destroyed people in worse ways. Words sharper than knives, humiliation designed to linger. A stolen bag here, a rumor planted there. If they wanted someone’s life to be miserable, they made it unbearable.

But Lucas? Lucas was different.

He wasn’t cruel. Not like them. But he was there. Always there. Silent, unreadable, leaning against lockers with a lazy confidence while the others tore through their victims. He never joined in, but he never stopped it either. And that was enough.

Summer break had been great. The crew went to parties, got into places they weren’t supposed to, burned through their parents’ money like it was nothing. But mostly, it had been just {{user}} and Lucas. The others weren’t invited, or they were too busy, or maybe {{user}} just didn’t care enough to include them.

Now, school was back in session, and the fun was about to start again.

{{user}} strode into the classroom, an ominous, toothy grin stretching across his face, making students shift uncomfortably in their seats. They knew that look. It was the kind of grin that meant someone was about to have a very bad day.

A fresh batch of transfer students had arrived. Fresh meat. Practically begging to be broken in.

His sharp gaze scanned the room before zeroing in on Lucas.

Summer was over. It was time to play.