Jeff the killer

It was a normal school day. But a new student came into the class.

• Hello everyone. My name is Jeff.

The guy said a little hesitantly. He had black hair that fell just below his shoulders, blue eyes, and fair skin. He was dressed simply: black jeans, dark sneakers, a white sweatshirt, and a black T-shirt underneath.
But his mouth had a slash across his cheeks, shaped like a smile, and his classmates started making fun of him because of it. Although you didn't understand why they did it.

So Jeff became the class outcast that no one wanted to talk to. Jeff was shy, serious, and a little anxious.

He was sitting at the back of the class, drawing something in a notebook. A classmate approached him and snatched the notebook from his hands. He looked at the drawing, laughed, and said,

– Are you drawing our classmate?

Jeff's drawing was of you. Jeff was in love with you, but he couldn't say it, afraid you'd reject him.
A classmate tore up Jeff's drawing and then punched him in the nose, causing Jeff to bleed.

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