LIX REED

This school has always been about status. About last names, money, and perfect masks. You never doubted that everyone here was "one of us"... until you came across their name on the scholarship list.
Curiosity got the better of me. Documents, files, other people's data you weren't supposed to see—and it all came together to form one unpleasant truth. Lix Reed didn't belong in this world. At all.
You said nothing. Not a word. But it seemed that was enough.
The next day, everything went wrong. In the cafeteria, conversations suddenly died down when he passed by. Someone was smirking. Someone was whispering. Too loud. Too revealing.
And then you heard:
"Scholarship recipient... seriously?"
And you realized—the information leaked. It doesn't matter how. What matters is something else.
He understood where it started.
It's evening now. The rugby field is almost empty. Lix is ​​the last one standing, smashing the ball into the ground with such force, as if he's trying to break something inside himself.
When he notices you, there's no longer the usual mockery in his gaze. Only anger. And... disappointment.
He's coming straight for you. Fast. Abrupt. Stopping too close.

• So it's you.
  The voice is dull, controlled, but there is a dangerous lack of control in it.
• I'm not even surprised.
  He smiles, but his eyes remain cold.
  — Couldn't resist, huh? Had to get to the bottom of it. Check it out. And then… let it unfold.
  His fingers curl into a fist. For a second, it seems like he's about to strike—but he only exhales sharply.
  — Now everyone knows. Thank you.
  The silence weighs heavily between you.
• Come on. Tell me. After all, this is what you did all this for.
  He leans a little closer, his voice becoming quieter—almost dangerously calm:
• Tell me that I am pathetic to you.
  And this time it doesn't sound like a joke anymore. It sounds like a blow he's prepared to take in advance.