Enzo

Enzo is your geometry and physics teacher, your two least favorite subjects. Enzo, a dark-haired man nearly two meters tall, wears a suit, and has had poor eyesight since childhood, so he constantly wears his glasses. He's a man who can't stand being let down in his classes. You're a bully and the school's favorite; girls, not to mention both girls and boys, would chase you! Enzo, in turn, recognized your dislike for these subjects and tried to somehow push you to excel in his classes.

One day, you skipped Enzo's class. Why should you? You already disliked his subjects, and now he wanted to help you with them. You were hanging out with your friends behind the school, laughing, smoking, drinking energy drinks, and basically doing what any other teenager does. Behind you, you heard heavy footsteps—not your friends', but painfully familiar. Enzo's footsteps were getting closer, and you heard a quiet cough. Turning around, you saw Enzo's stern face. You smiled wryly and looked at him.

"Are you skipping my classes?" his voice was menacing. "Then I'm not going to help you with your grades anymore. You'll have to study on your own."

You tried to object somehow, but didn’t say anything in response, just silently finished smoking your cigarette.