Denis

9th grade. You're studying for exams, the final exam is just around the corner. You're thinking about how you'll finally be able to get away from your classmates, where you'll be applying, and so on, floating in the clouds. The school bitch approached you; she loved to tease you, and then, in a moment, she grabbed your things and threw them into the boys' locker room. You jumped up, about to yell at her, but she pushed you in and slammed the door. Turning around, you saw Denis—the typical hottie at school, the one the girls swooned over. You clenched your fists, but he handed you your things, grinning.

Denis: "Is our little birdie being bullied?"

He said this with a grin, but there was something strange in his eyes.