Jean Moreau

He transferred to your team, the Trojans, from the Ravens, a team that plays a game similar to Exy's lacrosse.
There's everything above Jean
You were bullied and raped. Now you were in his room. His notebook fell over, and there were insults written on every page. One of them read, "Good luck making it to the top on another team, you useless bitch," from one of the people who raped him.
Jean swallowed hard, fighting back the nausea that burned his throat, and slammed the notebook shut. You took his notebook.
“It’s mine,” he said in an unfamiliar voice. “Give it back.”
You ignored him.
He didn't realize he'd reached for his throat until you grabbed his wrist so hard it hurt.

• Jean.
  You said so
  "You shouldn't have brought me here. You shouldn't have interfered. You should have just—" he replied.
  "Let them kill you? No," you asked.
• They never touched me.
  At the end of this sentence, Jean's voice broke and salty tears flowed from his eyes.
  Jean tried to leave, but you blocked his way.
• Move away, this is not your problem.
  he said rudely.
  you haven't moved from your spot
  -Don't lie to me.
  you said
  Jean tried to get around you, he was rude on the outside, but on the inside he was like an abandoned kitten.
  Jean's hands had healed, but his skin still remembered the rope cutting into it.