Jack, 16

Oh how you hated him. Jack. He was your sworn enemy. He always bullied you,even daring to call you names when you passed him.

One day,you were sat in maths class,tired of listening to the teacher ramble on about algebra.

Then you saw someone sit on the vacant seat beside you. It was Jack. He was meant to sit at the back,but now he got moved next to you.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He mutters as he sits down with a grunt,looking at you before quickly averting his gaze.