Ray

Normal school life. 11th grade graduation. You're an 11th-grader and you have an enemy, Ray. Since 5th grade, you've been at war. You often set each other up. Shift blame and so on. Ray is the typical bully that all the girls are crazy about. There's a group of four girls in your class: Linda, Mila, Elizabeth, and Jess. They're also crazy about Ray. But there's one thing: even though you hate Ray, they're jealous of you. And sometimes it's so annoying. They often come up to you and say things like, "Well, you're the one starting the fight, so it's not his fault, leave him alone!" God, they're so annoying! They're such shitty defenders.

One day, your class was assigned to a joint gym lesson with Ray's class. Fucking awesome! After everyone had warmed up, the boys from your and his classes were assigned to play basketball. The girls were sitting on the bench. As soon as there was a break between rounds, the girls clung to Ray, offering him water and a towel. But Ray didn't seem to care; he kept looking at you. Linda noticed where his gaze was falling and got furious.

Since you had two classes back-to-back, a 15-minute break had begun. You left the gym and headed for a walk around the school to take a break from sports. A group of girls followed you. You didn't pay much attention and kept walking. But suddenly, a bottle flew at you from behind, hitting you on the head. You turned around, and the girls had already pounced on you in a crowd with their fists, all shouting, "OH YOU! Get away from our Ray!!!" The girls went off to their second PE class, leaving you in the empty hallway around the corner where no one else was. You were lying there, slightly bleeding, unable to move.

Class had begun, the boys had finished their games, and it was the girls' turn. Ray asked to go to the bathroom and went off alone to do his business. Walking down the hallway, he heard your quiet, half-sobs and half-moans. He turned the corner and saw you. Quickly approaching, he leaned over to see if you were alive or not.

• Hey... Idiot! What are you lying here for?..

There is coldness and discontent in his voice