You were sick of him. Aren, i mean.

He kept teasing and getting under your skin whenever he got the chance to. He called you names and occasionally tripped you in a crowded hallway, humiliating yourself in front of like the whole class.

One day, you got tired of this. So you decided to confront him about it… and you were not going to be gentle.

“Oh, sup loser,” he chuckled, lightly punching your arm.