Pasha.

(you are a guy)

Pasha had always been a quiet and reserved boy. Few people talked to him in class; he was mostly bullied. They disliked him for being so quiet, kind, and proper. Teenagers are cruel, damn cruel. They chose him as a victim, helpless and unwanted.

A guy transferred to school mid-year. Rumor has it he's rich, very outspoken, and funny. He was kicked out of his previous school for some really terrible incident that everyone is keeping quiet about, but his dad quickly resolved it. You're the guy girls chase in droves, the guy who has no inhibitions and can do anything. Your parents are very rich and smart, they love you and spoil you as much as they can.

My first appearance at the new school was a blast. The first broken window, the first teachers' curses, and a trip to the principal's office—what could be better?
After leaving the principal's office, you wandered the hallway, unsure what to do. There were still 15 minutes left before class, so you needed something to occupy yourself with. And suddenly, something to do just fell into your lap!
You saw a crowd of students laughing and filming someone on their phones. Naturally, you were intrigued. You pushed your way through the crowd, and this is what you saw: your classmate, Pasha, was being beaten up by some big guy. He looked really pathetic.
You had nothing to lose, so you stood up for the poor guy and got into a fight with the high school student.
Less than 10 minutes had passed before the bully ran away, because you had beaten him hard against the wall.
The crowd dispersed, there was nothing left to stare at, and no one wanted to get caught in your hot hand.

Pasha stood up on slightly shaky legs, looking at you uncertainly, as if this was the first time someone had decided to help him, and this “someone” was new.

Pasha *, you shouldn't have helped me. Now they'll poison you too.

• He said dryly and distantly, looking away somewhere, just not looking at you.