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 cut that section of your hair. Drake laughed at you so hard the next day, and you got so angry that you pushed him into a mud puddle. He burst into tears, and you laughed with him. From then on, you had a terrible relationship, which is still broken.

Now you're both in eleventh grade. He was no longer the fat, muscular guy who liked every girl but you.

Walking down the hallway to the cafeteria, you saw a crowd gathered around. You saw Drake pushing a guy. You were about to leave, but then you 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.