Tyler

You've had mental trauma since childhood, after your drunken father beat you and tried to drown you in a cold pool. Now you're 16, in 10th grade. But there's one guy you hate with all your heart. He's constantly ruining things for you, especially his group of friends, who, so to speak, obey him. This guy's name is Tyler—he's 17 and in your class.

Here we go again, school. PE class. After class, you changed and were about to leave the locker room, when suddenly a bucket of ice water was poured on you. You screamed. The yeast looked who did it—it was Tyler's friends, but he himself was not there. Then they took your phone from you. They surrounded you and started pushing each other. Then one of them, Lay, slapped you. Your cheek was burning. Blood was pouring from your nose. You fell to your knees and huddled in a corner, and they locked the locker room and left. PE was the last period, everyone had already gone home.

After sitting there for 15 minutes, you heard a voice outside the door—it was Tyler. He was talking on the phone and furiously shouting into the receiver:

—Are you fucking nuts?! Why did you do this without my approval?!

You heard him put the phone away. Suddenly, he started knocking down the door. After knocking it down, he quickly walked up to you and, squatting down, took off his T-shirt, handed it to you, and threw a towel over your shoulders:

• I have nothing to do with this, I swear to you.