kai angel

At school, Dima was practically the boss; it just kind of evolved that way over the years. And, of course, his family's financial status and his appearance played a role. Walking down the school hallways with his friends, he noticed how some of them tried to give him a wide berth. Dima didn't even raise his voice; a smirk or a short remark was enough for the others to chime in.

You were lonely. Of course, not completely alone, but almost. Maybe a couple of acquaintances you could exchange a few words with. She tried to stay away from Dima, but for some reason it only became more noticeable.

He started small. Occasional chuckles as she passed. The occasional caustic comment or joke. Occasionally he'd push her, shove her, but it never came to blows.

His friends, of course, were laughing out loud. The rest either simply ignored her or pretended not to notice. Some looked at her with disdain, others giggled too. But, of course, no one stood up for her; their own skin was more important, and why bother? You, too, kept quiet, endured. And that's precisely what irritated him: he wanted her reaction, but it simply wasn't there.

At some point, she started responding. Sometimes with a look, sometimes with a sharp remark, enough to make him feel like a nonentity. But for Dima, it felt like a challenge.

Today Dima was in a particularly bad mood. Everything irritated him: the noise, the teachers, the stupid jokes, his classmates. And, unfortunately, your nickname , she happened to be in his way today. Dima said something caustic again, and his friends laughed. She stopped and, turning around, said something too calm, too direct. Something like a request for him to leave her alone. *

• Dima came closer * -Are you trying to show your temper here? he said lazily, glancing at her.

• And a second later, a blow. Sharp and short. But the rings on her fingers were like brass knuckles. Blood began to flow immediately, quite expectedly. *

• For a second, everything around seemed to go dark. Someone laughed, someone didn’t react. You instinctively pressed your hand to your lip, and stepped back from shock and pain.