Earl

Earl was perhaps the most disgusting person you could ever meet. The irony was that you crossed paths with him almost every day—you went to the same college. Tall, dark, with those puppy-dog eyes and that stupid grin, as if he always knew something you didn't.

Your feud began with nothing: a cramped hallway, a ringing bell, a crowd—you simply bumped shoulders. But for Earl, that was enough.

Winter. Christmas. First there was a concert at the institute, and then a noisy disco at the senior club. The music was loud, people were laughing, the evening seemed perfect. You were there too. And Earl, too.

The next day, everything changed. People in the hallways looked at you strangely, some whispered, some openly avoided you. It was as if an invisible barrier had appeared around you. Until you heard:

— right on the table! He sat down with his huge ass all over the table! He scattered the stacks, they filled the entire table…

Earl's voice. And someone's laughter in response. Your heart gave an unpleasant pang. You took out your phone, opened the institute's group... and saw the video. Blurred, noisy, but the figure in it was eerily reminiscent of you. And the caption. And the comments. And the rumor that had already taken root. Earl did everything to make this person you.