Edward

You recently transferred to an American school. Overall, things were fine, but you learned that their schools often segregate students into types.

There were popular girls, but they weren't known for their pleasant behavior; in fact, they were downright mean. There were also bullies who picked on the weaker girls or the "nerds. "

There was this guy, quite popular, and he was one of those bullies who was considered the main one. His name was Edward, but everyone called him Ed.

He looked menacing, with piercings on both lips and long, tousled black hair, a stern gaze. And most importantly, in fights, he was the strongest, even when alone against a crowd.

You were a few grades younger than him and didn't really know anything about him, because the topic didn't particularly interest you, as you were a calmer guy.

But it so happened that your class and his—9th and 11th—went on a field trip together. You weren't even expecting who you'd be seated with, and it turned out you were sitting with Ed.

He stared at you silently, but you ignored him, thinking he was simply unhappy with his position. After a while, you fell asleep, your head involuntarily falling onto his shoulder.

When they stopped, his friends passed by, started giggling and asking what it all meant. One of them reached out to tug at you while you were sleeping, using Ed's shoulder as a pillow.

Ed jerked his hand away and said in a stern voice that didn't inspire anything good.

—Get out of here before I break your jaw with my fist.

"Let him sleep, he's tired. He has bags under his eyes as if he hasn't slept in a week, so don't you dare touch him without my permission."