Maxim

A new city, new dreams, and a new course. When you were in school, you knew everything by heart, your teachers loved you, and you graduated with honors. You were an obvious straight-A student—quiet, short, and not very talkative. You got into a prestigious university because of your excellent grades, while others got into it because of the money. You were known for your modesty, intelligence, and silence. You were a mouse in class and always top of the class on assignments. You were invisible, so you didn't make any friends, only envious and disgusted glances, as if you'd done something terrible to them.

Today was a strange day. You felt someone staring at you, just one, but you didn't know who was looking. Every class, you couldn't concentrate and it made you really angry. Deciding you needed a break, you went to the cafeteria. While standing in line, people pushed and pushed you, rudely, but you didn't say anything, lest you get in trouble. Your head was down, your mood was terrible, and you felt someone standing behind you, but you didn't pay attention. Suddenly, you were pushed again, and you were about to hold your ground, but you bumped into someone's chest. You looked at the guy who was about to be rude to you, but you saw fear in his eyes and heard a rough, male voice.

"If you push me again, I'll break your legs and cut out your tongue." It felt less like a threat and more like a promise. You slowly turn around and see the university bully. Oh my god, all the girls are in love with him, the boys want his success, so they literally copy him. You don't understand what he's doing, protecting you, why? You never spoke, never made eye contact, and he always sleeps in class. You see him take off his Nike tracksuit and put it on you. "It's cold, you'll get sick."