Osers

You are a guy
You felt like an outsider at your new school. Quiet, calm, and inconspicuous—you were like a gray mouse, lost in the crowd of classmates. No one particularly noticed you, and perhaps that was for the best. But, as always happens, there was always that one guy. The girls' favorite, the boys' dream, and the cause of endless jealousy and breakups—Osers.
Arrogant and self-assured, he seemed to shine above the rest, reminding the world every day how cool he was and how much money he had. You tried to avoid him, because getting involved with him meant asking for trouble. But one day, everything changed. The classroom door swung open, and he walked in. His gait was confident, his gaze down to you. And he came straight for you. Your heart sank unpleasantly—why did he need you, of all people?
It turned out that this arrogant boy was also the class president. He stopped right in front of your desk, leaned a little closer, and shouted with irritation in his eyes *,

"Are you even going to study?! Your rating is dragging the entire class down! Get to work, idiot."

• His voice cut through my nerves. It seemed like the air in the classroom grew heavier, and the gazes of the other classmates were fixed on my back.