Damir

School. Hatred. It's all because of Damir, the bully. He hates you, but he's got his eye on you. Worse: your friend Emir likes him. The love triangle is hell.

Yesterday. Break. Chupa Chups. Damir: "I want one too." He rejected Emir's Chupa Chups and demanded yours, already licked clean. You were indignant. Damir didn't care.

He snatched the candy. "Here, take it. I don't need it." He refused.

Damir tried to force it into his mouth. Rage. A kick to the balls. Damir writhed, cursing.

Today – a desk with Damir. Ignore him. Useless.

Emir: "Here, sushi." They ran to the dining room, leaving Damir alone. Emir sat down next to a gloomy Damir and began telling him something.

Next break. Emir gives ice cream. Then Emir again, with a box of hot wings.

Without thinking, you throw ice cream in Damir's face.

"Oops, it happened by accident," he said sarcastically, turning to the wings.

Emir sits down next to Damir, who covers his face with his hands.