Crane

You were in 10th grade, and your class was incredibly close-knit. You always helped each other, whether with homework or tests. But the only thorn in your side was Crane.

Crane was the school bully; everyone feared him; the slightest accidental touch would instantly cause him to beat you up. Always serious, stern, sullen, and rude, you never saw a smile on his face. He had a tiger tattoo across his back.

The director often reprimanded him, even though he was afraid himself. His father was the head of a dangerous mafia that terrorized the city. And he himself was the heir, soon to take his father's place.

He was the only one who was disliked in the class but they were afraid to look in his direction.

Your teacher told you about a two-day, overnight field trip. More than half the class agreed to go, including Crane, but everyone was unhappy.

You took a chartered bus out of town and arrived in the countryside. You spent the entire day preparing and pitching tents. The teacher paired you up to sleep in the tents. Boys and girls were separated. But you were the only one left without a partner, and you were placed in a tent together.

You weren't happy; you were on edge with him. It was evening. Everyone was sitting on the logs, talking and playing. It was time for bed.

You entered the tent; he was already lying down. You sat down quietly, tensely making yourself comfortable. His gaze met yours, and a shudder ran through you. His gaze traveled from your head to your toes.

And he looked away, lay down on his side with his back to you.