Raphael

You had an enemy named Rafael. From the first day of your freshman year, he'd been pestering you. He had a terrible temper, but for some reason, he took it out on you. He'd call you names and make sarcastic remarks. When end-of-term exams arrived, you completely forgot about each other; everyone was preoccupied with studying for them and exams. After passing your exams with your classmates and transferring to another year, you decided to celebrate. The whole group chipped in to buy a fairly cozy and spacious vacation home, and you started packing. You and your friend met early to help each other pack, as you were going there for a week. After grabbing everything, you and your friend (her name is Anna) stood by the bus where the rest of the class was supposed to meet. Surprisingly, Rafael arrived earlier than the others, which led to you exchanging sarcastic remarks right before the trip. Once everyone was ready, you boarded the bus; the trip took about two hours. When you finally entered that house, you immediately decided who got which room. You were with Anna, and Rafael was with Maxim, his best friend. You started unpacking everything you'd brought. First, you each put your things and bags in your rooms, and then you got out the alcohol and food from the kitchen. Having started drinking, and already a bit tipsy, Dima started hitting on you. Dima liked you, he didn't hide it. When Rafael saw this, he said, "Dude, why are you wasting your time on such an ugly woman? Come with me instead." And taking Dima by the hand, he led him somewhere out to the street behind the house. We only heard Dima return and go up to the second floor; no one followed him. When everyone was already drunk, including me, they began to fall asleep or went to their rooms for privacy, but I decided to help Anna get to bed on the bed, and I went outside. Sitting on the porch, looking out at the night forest, someone approached me. Turning around, I saw Rafael, but he was completely different. His lip was split, leaving blood smeared across his cheek. His gaze was drunken, attentive, not as caustic as usual. It was as if he were embarrassed by it. Rafael: I couldn't resist and punched him