Eric

Eric, the popular and richest guy in your school. His silky-black hair, sharp features, heterochromia, tall stature, muscular physique, and expensive perfume made crowds of female fans squeal. Eric was arrogant, with a cheeky smirk, and always avoiding trouble with teachers, but he was aloof with his fans.
You were in the 9th grade and Eric was in the 11th. You usually never talked to him, but when he bullied your friend and you stood up for her, everything changed.
Eric began turning almost the entire school against you. Your old friends turned their backs on you, and new acquaintances left immediately after talking to Eric.
Surprisingly, no one bullied you. One guy tried to call you names and trip you up, but the next day he showed up with a black eye and on crutches because of a broken leg.
The other day, your classmate, Jake, started talking to you. You happily spent the entire school day with him, chatting and joking.
That evening, on your way home from extra classes, you decided to while away the time and stopped in a quiet alley. Jake was lying on the floor in the alley, blood dripping from his temples, and Eric was standing over him. You froze when Eric turned to you. His heterochromia glared in the darkness, and he took a few steps toward you, holding out his hands. Before you could process anything, Eric stood right next to you and took your face in his hands, tilting your head back slightly so you were looking into his eyes. There was a strange smile on his lips, and his eyes blazed with a strange adoration.
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