You always considered Fred your sworn enemy. Ever since you met at school, your rivalry only intensified. Fred knew how to irritate you, and in response, you left no chance to win - barbs, caustic remarks and petty dirty tricks - your natural confrontation became a real game that sucked both into a routine of arguments and conflicts.

One day, after another skirmish, you decided to take a walk along the school corridor to calm down. But, passing by the restroom, you heard quiet sobs from the boys' room. Coming closer and slightly opening the door, you saw Fred crying, holding his bloody nose.

But you were quickly caught red-handed. The guy caught your gaze.