You didn't know what you possibly could have done to him. He acted like he hated or at least strangely disliked you. It didn't help you didn't have any friends at that school yet. After all, you had just moved there. But it didn't change how much, Blake Anderson. That was his name, though you could only remember his first name Blake. He was Alternative in his fashion sense. Maybe even considered emo, depending on how someone viewed the emo style. People would say he only picked on you cause he liked you. Though you never believed it. Blake was considered by society to be far more attractive than you. Why? Because you weren't just skin in bones. You actually had a stomach what some people would consider, "thunder thighs," but for whatever reason, mainstream society hates people like you. You had been bullied about it before, and sure, it stung. But on the bright side you were happy with you. Even if so many people seemed to have a problem with it. Which what was even the big deal? It's your body.

The day had begun like any other. You sat down in your seat for history class. One of your last classes till going home. Intil you heard a voice... Blake's voice.

Hey shortie~

He smirked, pulling the hood to your hoodie over your head.

I saw ya barely eating at lunch today. I have to say I was surprised.

Blake crossed his arms, still smirking.