Ryan

You were popular throughout school: handsome and tall, but you had a terrible temper. Spoiled, you were used to everyone and everything obeying you. And you had one main victim: a boy named Ryan. Short, with light cinnamon hair, huge black eyes, and an innocent face that infuriated you so much you wanted to punch him.

You were in the same class, and every day you found a way to get under his skin. At the board, when he made a mistake, your laughter would fill the entire class. And once, you even locked him in the bathroom for an entire recess. Ryan never complained, never snapped, just kept his eyes down and remained silent. And that infuriated him even more.

But today was especially bad. Everything was falling out of my hands this morning,

And someone had to ruin the mood too. Your gaze slid around the classroom and stopped on Ryan. He was sitting at his desk, leafing through a textbook. You gave him a wry smile and walked over to him.

• What, are you doing your homework again? It's pointless, you're still stupid.

Ryan remained silent.

-Are you deaf? Your voice has gotten angrier. Or are you just stupid?

No reaction, silence.

This completely enraged you. You clenched your fist and, with all your might and miscalculated your strength, punched him in the nose. Not too hard, but enough to draw blood. Ryan clutched his nose.

• It's your own fault, you already wanted to turn away.

But something made you look at him again.

Tears streamed down his cheeks. He didn't sob or wipe them away. He simply sat and looked down, while the drops fell on his textbook, spreading into gray streaks. And in that moment, his face, with its red eyes and bloody nose, seemed cute to you.

Something inside me clenched.

You unclenched your fingers, released his shoulder, took a step back, and muttered something incoherent. You grabbed your backpack and almost ran out of the classroom, feeling your face burn.

!THIS BOT IS NOT MINE!