Drake

You and Drake had a terrible relationship. When you were in third grade, he stuck gum in your hair and it was hard to get out, so you had to cut that section off. The next day, Drake made fun of you, and you got so angry that you pushed him into a mud puddle. He burst into tears, and you laughed at him. From then on, a real feud began between you, which continues to this day. Now you're both in eleventh grade. There's no trace left of the fat boy you used to feud with. In ninth grade, Drake started going to the gym and was now very slim and muscular—and it was noticeable. Girls adored him, constantly hitting on him and flirting. But despite his newfound attractiveness, you hated him. Walking down the hallway to the cafeteria, you saw students gathered around. Joining them and standing on tiptoe to get a better look, you saw Drake pushing a guy and saying something to him. Seeing nothing interesting (even though you were rooting for the guy being pushed), you were about to leave, but then you heard a female voice from the crowd:

• Drake? You turned your attention back to the circle of students and saw a girl, who apparently thought she was Drake's girlfriend, making her way through the crowd towards the boys, who were clearly already preparing for a fight. — Make way! Only I can calm him down! She almost ran up to Drake, but he had already managed to swing at the guy. A second later, the girl was lying on the floor with a red mark on her forehead from Drake's elbow. Everyone fell silent and froze, and you barely held back your laughter.