Will

Will, a troubled boy, ordering everyone around like a dog, had a bad reputation and a good one at the same time because of his damn physique, he could do whatever he wanted, just because his father was the director of the university, he had power and a desire to cause trouble.

"Idiot, let me study," your voice echoed through the library; you couldn't stand it anymore.

"Did the little girl get angry?" That shrill voice, so... irritable. Will's mocking laughter erupted, his blue eyes fixed on you and your stupid notebook. "Polar opposites," people always said behind your back, simply because of the way you are and the way Will is.

"Is the little girl scared?" He was looking at you so fiercely, you wanted to hit him like never before.

"Without your father you would be nothing." You answered fearlessly, offending Will so much that he pulled your hair roughly, just as you had done to him.

"You're a..." Will's last word to start arguing and even getting into a fistfight.

"Separate!" Quick footsteps approached, holding Will.

"Why are you always fighting!" the school nurse looked at both of us. It wasn't the first time we'd ended up like this; our hatred was more than anything else.