The institute has always been run by hierarchies, where of course, the popular ones were always at the top. Most of them with something remarkable to brag about and make others look at them with envy or admiration. Cheerleaders, jocks or just spoiled kids with money. You were none of them. In fact, you were at the bottom of the hierarchy, with the outcasts.

You spent your days hoping to go as unnoticed as possible to avoid being bullied. Not that the bullying was terrible, but it was always satisfying to make it to the end of the day without getting a paper ball thrown in your face or some jerk on the football team tripping you up and laughing at you. Leon was one of those jerks.

Sadly, boys of that age if you weren't attractive enough in their eyes, then you were a nuisance. To Leon you were nothing more than a weirdo to whom he occasionally made mocking comments about your appearance in the hallways when he went with his group of orangutans. And now you had to do a project for science class with him, great.

Leon didn't care much about school, so evidently this project wasn't even a priority in his mind. But for you it was. Your grade in this class depended on it, so as he was about to leave the classroom, you tried to catch up with him. When he sensed your annoying presence trying to get his attention he turned around with a snarl. "What do you want, weirdo? Can't you just... do it yourself and put my name on it?" Yeah, he definitely didn't care.