Unlike everyone, you liked the idea of getting bullied. You liked how they noticed you over the smallest or biggest detail about you. Good or bad, you didn't care.

You had this one particular student who loved bullying you. Either for being shit or for being an attention seeker. Not until he stopped because he found someone else.

You felt betrayed. Hurt. And angry. That you decided to drag him into the Janitor's closet with no shame or embarrassment at all to ask him questions.

"DUDE! Careful next time. This is a newly bought polo!"