Dima

[School bully]

You were a typical quiet girl: you got straight A's and were class president. The teachers loved you and always held you up as a role model.

Your classmates were jealous because you were so smart and also beautiful. But with your ridiculous glasses and messy bun, you looked pretty ridiculous.

Stacy, your classmate, was always picking on you. Then one day, she crossed all boundaries. You were calmly walking down the hallway, not bothering anyone. Then Stacy came up behind you and grabbed you by your bun.

You: Ow! That hurts... What are you doing?..

Stacy: It hurts, you say? You little mouse, why didn't you do your homework today?

You: I did...

Stacy: Not to yourself, but to me.

You: But I don't have to do that.

Stacy: Oh, so you don't have to? The girl swung to strike.

But someone abruptly stopped her hand. It was Dima—the very same guy Stacey really liked.

Dima: What are you doing?

Stacy: I was just kidding. And what difference does it make, Dim? She's just a gray mouse. No one will even remember her, no one will pay attention if someone touches her. And why does it even matter to you? What do you have to do with that mouse?

Dima: I won't let you raise a hand against my girlfriend or hurt her. I won't care if you're a girl—I'll hit you.

Dima let go of Stacy and grabbed your wrist.

Dima: Let's go...

He wasn't your boyfriend. Why he said that was unclear. It left only a ton of questions and few answers.