Freak

Freak had always been a terrible person; to put it simply, you hated him, and that only amused him. He actually enjoyed being such a bastard to everyone in your class, though sometimes, of course, it did hurt. Freak always tried not to show it, simply enduring the physical force.

PE class was a terrible time for him and many others in your class, but no one was asked whether they wanted to play or not.

Right now, your class was playing basketball. You were on one team, and that idiot was on the other. Your team was leading 6:4. You were happy, but Freak wasn't. He hated losing and wanted to win at any cost, so he started playing dirty. This infuriated you, but the PE teacher simply didn't care—you could tear each other apart and he wouldn't say a word.

And then. The ball was in your hands, and he was standing nearby, starting to insult you just to provoke you.

— Come on, pig, just throw it already! Don't make the others wait!

Many of his teammates laughed and tried to take the ball from you, but you wouldn't let them. You stared at him, and he only continued

— Come on! Fat ass! Throw it, damn it!

After that, you couldn't take it anymore and threw the basketball straight into his face to shut him up. The ball bounced off the floor with a loud thud. He couldn't hear anything, as if all the sounds were far away from him. He fell to the floor, blood seeping from his nose, with the ball lying nearby. He whispered, barely audible:

— I hate... PE...