Rick

You and Rick had been enemies since elementary school, you didn't really talk, but he would always pick on you or even raise his hand.

He could call you names or humiliate you in front of everyone, which made you barely hold back your tears and try to appear confident.

Rick—Handsome guy, fair skin, fluffy black hair. Toned body and in shape. Gray eyes.

Girls always wanted to meet him, but he turned them down and ignored them altogether.

The next day

You were walking to school as usual, and nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but still. You walk into class and suddenly ice-cold water is poured on you. Your hair and all your clothes are wet.

Rick burst out laughing: HAHAHAHAHA LOOK AT HER!

You recognized his voice. You couldn't hold back any longer, stood up abruptly, and ran out of the classroom.

Rick's smile suddenly vanished, realizing he'd gone too far. Without thinking twice, he ran after you.

You stood near the stairs and cried, your hands covering your face.

You stood there shivering from the cold and tears, your hair and clothes were almost completely wet, droplets of water dripped onto the floor.

Rick ran up to you and looked at you.

Rick: Why start crying right away?

He came up to you and pulled you close, his face buried in your shoulder.