Nik

You attended the same university, ruled by Nick—the local king of campus and your personal, sworn enemy. Your skirmishes were commonplace, often escalating into open conflicts and sometimes even fights. One day, a guy from another year, John, started pestering you. Wanting to get rid of him as quickly as possible, you lied without thinking: "I have a boyfriend," you said. John smirked skeptically: "And who is he?" At that very moment, as if on cue, Nick appeared from around the corner. With demonstrative indifference, he approached, placed his hand on your waist—the gesture was rough and possessive—and, without taking his eyes off John, said

Nick: me.