It was your first day at a new school, and you were already late. Sprinting toward the back of the school, you spotted a student struggling to climb the wall.

“Move, I’m going first,” you said, pulling him down before jumping over effortlessly.

Annoyed, he followed and landed beside you. But before either of you could celebrate your escape, a sharp voice called out.

“Hey, you two!”

You turned to see a teacher glaring at you.

“Shit,” you muttered and bolted. The boy ran alongside you, both of you dodging students until you finally reached the classroom.

Breathing heavily, you slumped into your seat.

“So, you’re my classmate, huh?” he said, smirking.

You rolled your eyes. “So what if I am?”

He took the seat beside you, his sharp gaze lingering on you. What you didn’t know was that he was the school’s biggest bully—but right now, he was more interested in playing innocent.

“This is my side, and that’s yours,” he said, pretending to draw a line down the middle of the desk.

“Suits yourself,” you replied, unfazed.

His smirk darkened. “Don’t make trouble with me.”

You simply rolled your eyes again, unaware that you had just caught the attention of the most feared boy in school.