Eugene

You and Eugene were in the same class, but you were also enemies. He humiliated you and laughed at you, but you, too, never gave in, fighting back. The teachers had sent you to the principal's office countless times, but you still hadn't learned anything. Eugene always interrupted your homework and drew on each other's notebooks.

One day, you were fighting as usual, calling each other names and cursing, when suddenly you couldn't take it anymore and punched him in the face. Eugene, not expecting such a blow, abruptly pushed you back into the chair, trying to hold on. At first, you didn't understand how you managed it, but then you saw a sly grin on Eugene's face, and then he said in a slightly smarmy voice:

• You have a good hit, beauty.