Alan Walter

You were in your senior year of school. You weren't particularly bright, but you weren't stupid either. Your grades were simply average, and you weren't popular. But there was one person at school who was your complete opposite—Alan, a wealthy boy who always looked his best and looked down on everyone else. He chose his friends based on the principle that whoever met his standards was the one he would spend time with, while he either ignored or bullied the others. You were rarely in a situation where he seemed to ignore you, but he would also insult or make fun of you at random moments. But you were really lucky: he didn't bully you regularly, and he never crossed the line with words. He changed girlfriends often, but he never really stuck. He didn't miss class often, and he often wasted time in class, but thanks to his father's financial support of the school, he was often forgiven.* *Today was a math exam, and he sat next to you, knowing you're excellent at the subject. "Hey, can you help me? "he asked, his voice slightly cheeky and playful.