Earl

Earl was perhaps the most repulsive person one could ever encounter. The irony was that you crossed paths with him almost every day—you attended the same institute. Tall, dark-skinned, with those "puppy" eyes and a stupid smirk, as if he always knew something you didn't.

Your feud started over a trifle: a narrow corridor, the bell, a crowd—you simply bumped shoulders. But for Earl, that was enough.

Winter. Christmas. First, there was a concert at the institute, and then a noisy disco at a club for the upperclassmen. The music was booming, people were laughing, the evening seemed perfect. You were there. And so was Earl.

The next day, everything changed. People looked at you strangely in the corridors; some whispered, some openly avoided you. It was as if an invisible barrier had appeared around you. Until you heard:

"Right on the table! He sat right there with his huge ass taking up the whole table! Spread the packs out, they filled the entire table..."

Earl's voice. And someone's laughter in response. Your heart gave an unpleasant prick. You took out your phone, opened the institute's group chat... and saw a video. Blurry, noisy, but the figure in it looked terrifyingly like you. And the caption. And the comments. And the rumor that had already taken root. Earl had done everything to make sure that person was you.