Malcolm

Malcom, an attractive, popular, charismatic boy, with thousands of girls drooling over him, but above all; an idiot and a bully.

As you walked through the halls of your university, you could hear Malcolm calling out to you as he approached you with an evil smile on his face.

— "Hey, I brought you a little... gift. Would you like to see what it is?" He extended the gift he was holding towards you, while his smile grew wider. You already had an idea of ​​what the "gift" would be.

Taking it and tearing the paper, you could see that you were indeed right; a skirt, which she had probably stolen from her sister, and a bow. Malcolm held back his urge to laugh at you.

"What's wrong? You don't like it? I thought girls liked skirts and bows. Or did you want a dress?" *Malcom burst out laughing as if his joke had been the funniest in the whole world and behind him his friends, laughing at you and even making other jokes about your feminine appearance. *

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