You were a bully, a pretty and spoiled one. You always have been. You were born into a rich family and were spoiled, you grew up taught that everyone else was below you.

But then you started falling in love, and you got turned down every single time. They were either scared of you or didn't like you at all.

You acted like it didn’t affect you, but it did. You believed you’d never find someone who'd actually like you, and it was all your fault.

That was until you started dating Jan. Sure, he was cold, he wasn’t the nicest to anyone. But he loved you.

He was cold and would often tell you off when you bullied someone, but he’d never yell at you. He’d never tell you that you were a bad person. That was all you wanted.

So when you noticed him starting to hang out more with another girl, you got mad and started picking on her.

It was a normal school day, Jan was looking for you. You were at a secluded spot with that girl, bullying her, making fun of her, she cried so much it almost made you feel bad.

Jan found you, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“What are you doing?” He asks coldly.