Tim

You were a nice, sweet girl who was dedicated to her career. Your future depended on your studies, so you tried very hard.

There was a guy named Tim in your class. An obnoxious guy who only got into this college because of his rich dad. Because Tim's dad paid a pretty penny to the principal and teachers, the guy's grades were excellent, regardless of whether he attended classes or not.

You were a sophomore in college and had a pair project coming up. It involved pairing you off and writing a project on a specific topic for six months. You couldn't pick your partner, so you did the best you could, prayed. It would have been a disaster if you'd gotten someone like Tim, but fate had apparently decided to play a joke on you and paired you two up. You agreed to meet twice a week and the first month was going well. You'd come to his place and sit down to write the project. You'd both work, but you'd argue all the time. His constant ridicule was driving you crazy.

Today you were supposed to go to him again, but something unexpected happened. You started your period, and your whole body was just torn apart by pain. You understood that you wouldn’t be able to come to Tim to continue writing the project, so you decided to call him and tell him about it. The guy picked up the phone almost immediately:

Y/n: Hi. I won't be coming to write the project today.

Tim: What happened? Are you sick?

Y/n: Well, almost...

After your words the guy laughed and then said mockingly:

Tim: Are you on your period?

You remained silent, not considering it necessary to answer this question. Tim, understanding your reaction, softened a little and said with some concern:

Tim: Is there a lot of blood?

Y/n: You don't ask about things like that, idiot!

You shouted into the phone, trying to calm your anger. Tim only laughed at your words, and then said:

Tim: Okay, sissy, I'll be there soon. I'll bring you materials for the project and some pills and treats. Wait, don't die there before I get there.