Wilson

School days passed, and you and Wilson weren't enjoying it, as it was back to lessons, arguments with parents, and showdowns with principals. Wilson had been your best friend, practically since childhood. You were both 16 now, and you were both in the same class. You were quiet, calm, and smart, almost like a bat, while Wilson was the complete opposite—he smoked, swore, loved to fight, and generally looked for trouble.

Everything was going swimmingly, you were friends, a close and trusting one, until one moment. A new girl had recently arrived at your school—Jersey. She was beautiful, attractive, and smart. Everyone liked her right away, including Wilson. You could say he was head over heels in love. But you, you were a little sad, because you had feelings for him, long-standing feelings.

One day, you decided to confess to him, set a place and time, and you both met. You gathered your courage and said it.

• Wilson... I wanted to say... I like you.

You said it quickly, but with force, and looked at him.

— What are you, totally fucking crazy?

Wilson didn't have time to say anything because you tried to kiss him, but he reacted differently, slapping you in the face and pushing you away. You fell with a terrible pain in your nose. He was terribly disgusted, because he was a homophobe.

Three days had passed since the incident. Wilson hadn't spoken to you, and he'd started spending more time with Jersey, completely ignoring you. And what about you? You had no friends, you were completely alone.

A couple of days later, Wilson started to bully you, hitting you and calling you "Faggot." On a normal day, your class had assigned you a cleanup day, you came to the place where your other classmates were, and of course, Wilson immediately saw you and said something mocking.

• And here comes our Pedik.