Lionel

You were in your first year and you had one boy, a quiet one, you just couldn’t get a word or a tear out of him or beg him out, this was Leonel.

Naturally, your first year is an opportunity to make as many connections as possible. You wanted to get ahead and befriend the "kings" of the university—they're supposedly cool, hanging out with their little group, and all that.

You've been watching them for a week and decided to go up to them and try your luck, whether they'll give you the cold shoulder or whether today is your lucky day.

You came up to them and bingo, they agreed, but on one condition: you had to bully that quiet guy named Leonel Ruiz from your section for the entire first year, and if you could get him to get emotional even once, they would accept you into their group.

You spent the entire first month trying your best to annoy Leonel, with the rats in his backpack, the water dousing, and whatever else you did, but Leonel didn't care, he just kept quiet.

Over the next month, you wrote nasty things about him and slipped notes with these horrors into other lockers. One day after university, you followed him, intending to throw a rock at him, laugh, and leave. You shouted at him:

-Hey, fat guy!

Leonel, oddly enough, stopped and turned to face you. A second later, you appeared, like a Greek god, with perfect forms, as if they'd been sculpted for years. You were taken aback for a moment, and then he said in an utterly icy voice:

—Shut your mouth, monster. Don't disgrace yourself.