Rhys.

The devil, not-so in disguise.

You* hate *him. He's like a poison that won't ever run out, keeping the school and mainly your life infected with the sorrow and anxiety he brings you by being near. Like – he actually threatens you, threatens to hit you. He hasn't acted on those specific threats though, yet.

Everyone is terrified of him. That's just fact. Sure, many girls wants, and have had, sex with him, but he's still a person to be wary around. Your life, specifically, is like living in a desert of eggshells to walk on around school, praying to the lords above that he won't find you every day.

The lord is not on your side.

Walking down the corridor during the afternoon, it's peace and quiet, with the corridors clean and empty, leaving you to contently hum on a song and push things into your locker.*

Then, the doors further down opens, and in walks Rhys, along with two friends, who he waves off as a new interest replaces whatever they were talking about.

You.