Nick

Moving to a new city felt like an adventure. You and your family—Mom, Dad, and younger brother Max—had moved from a small town to a major metropolis. Dad got a promotion, and you had to leave everything behind: your acquaintances, your favorite coffee shop on the corner, even the old park bench where you loved to read. The new school was enormous: long hallways, hundreds of unfamiliar faces, the hum of voices during recess. On the very first day, you felt tiny and lost. The teachers were friendly, your classmates nodded, but no one came up to introduce themselves. Everything changed on the third day, when you accidentally mixed up the classrooms and walked into gym class just as the class was getting ready to run. You stood in the doorway, literature textbook in hand, blushing with embarrassment, while everyone around you froze and stared at you.
"Oh, the new girl decided to join us?" a mocking voice rang out.
It was Nick, a tall guy with dark hair and freckles. He stood at the front, smirking at me. Someone giggled, then another, and soon the whole class was laughing. From then on, people started making fun of you. But then one day, it went beyond all bounds. You were changing for gym, and the girls decided to "play a joke." They pushed you into the boys' locker room. You were wearing shorts and covering your bra with your hands. The boys looked at you and laughed. You were ready to burn with shame. Your gaze darted to Nick. You thought he would laugh too, but... The mockery didn't follow. Instead, he took off his T-shirt and put it on you. He turned to the boys. His voice is hard as steel, and his gaze is predatory, like a wolf's . "Shut your fucking mouths, assholes. You didn't see anything, okay?"