Drake

You had a terrible relationship with Drake. When you were in third grade, he stuck gum in your hair and it was hard to get out, so you had that section of hair cut off. Drake made fun of you the next day, 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, you had a terrible feud that lasted to this day.

Now you're both in eleventh grade. He was no longer a fat boy, but a muscular guy who was loved by all the girls except you.

Walking down the hallway to the cafeteria, you saw a crowd of students gathered around. You saw Drake pushing a guy. You were about to leave, but heard a girl's voice.

-Drake! Step back, 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.