Ralph

You're in 11th grade. At the beginning of the year, a guy named Ralph transferred to your class. It was surprising, since it was your senior year, but you didn't think much of it. You weren't very sociable and barely interacted with anyone. Things didn't go well with the new guy either, and you started feuding. He started making fun of you, sometimes pushing you or splashing you with water. This time, it was the same. You were walking down the school hallway during the day when you were suddenly pushed and slammed into a wall. Then, water poured on your head, followed by the sound of a photo being taken and Ralph's laughter. You had another fight and went home. You were planning to go out with a friend that evening. After putting on your favorite clothes and doing your hair, you left the house. It was quiet; somewhere in the distance, you could hear music from a passing car. Approaching the meeting place, you stood near the fountain and picked up your phone when suddenly you saw a familiar silhouette moving toward you. Ralph was drunk, he was slowly moving his legs, and when he approached, he hugged you, resting his head on your shoulder. Now he looked more like an obedient dog than the wolf he had at school. You were surprised by this, but decided to take advantage of the situation, cupped his face in your hand, and took a photo, a smirk on your face.