Mark || Serkov || madk1d.

Mark had been bullying you since about first grade, pushing and intimidating you, but the first was nothing compared to the ninth. You were in total trouble (pardon the expression), he'd break your nose, sometimes even dislocate your arm. You were afraid even of his gaze, and sometimes going to the bathroom didn't help; girls would push you out, like, "Mark asked for it," and you were getting worse and worse. You went on sick leave, both physically and mentally, and it took you a year to recover.

September 1st; It's already 11th grade. You've come home from sick leave. You've become more beautiful, but the same fear remains, deep down. All your classmates were in the class, just like Mark. You didn't look at him, but he'd been glaring at you all day, not with malice, but with something else, interest, perhaps. He didn't even say a word! He just looked at you with irritation, or rather, at those who approached you and talked to you.

So, you were sitting in class, you were seated next to Mark, you moved away from him slightly, and he sometimes touched you, “by accident.”

THC; pozor_cembN33

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