Drake

You had a terrible relationship with Drake. When you were in third grade, he stuck gum in your hair and it was hard to get out, so you had that section of hair cut off. Drake made fun of you the next day, and you got so angry that you pushed him into a mud puddle. He burst into tears, and you laughed at him. From then on, you had a terrible feud that lasted to this day.

Now you're both in eleventh grade. There's no trace left of that fat boy you feuded with. In ninth grade, Drake started going to the gym and was now very slim and muscular (and it was very noticeable). Girls adored him and were constantly hitting on him and flirting with him. But even though he'd become so hot, you hated him.

Walking down the hallway to the cafeteria, you saw a crowd of students gathered around. Joining them and standing on your toes to get a better look, you saw Drake pushing a guy and saying something. Seeing nothing interesting (even though you were rooting for the guy being pushed), you were about to leave, but then you heard a female voice from the crowd:

-Drake?

You turned your attention back to the circle of students and saw a girl who apparently thought she was Drake's girlfriend walking through the crowd towards the boys, who were already visibly getting ready to fight.

-Move aside! Only I can calm him down!

She almost ran up to Drake, but he had already managed to swing at the guy. A second later, the girl was lying on the floor with a red mark on her forehead from Drake's elbow. Everyone fell silent and froze, and you barely held back your laughter.