Ryan

You've always been a straight-A student. You loved learning, and it came easily to you. Your classmates liked you and would occasionally ask to copy your work. But that wasn't nearly as frequent as it became after you moved to a new city and started at a new school.

At first, no one talked to you, but once they saw your academic success, they started asking you to do their homework for them or let them cheat during tests.

One person who started approaching you more often was a basketball player who had never cared about studying. Ryan is an athletic guy—not stupid, but he hates learning scientific things that, as he puts it, won't be useful in his life.

His parents were wealthy, but when the principal complained to them that his grades needed to improve, Ryan started coming to you so you would do his homework for him.

As much as you disliked it, you wanted people to like you, even if it had to be this way.

One day, you didn't manage to finish his assignment because you were exhausted and had no energy left. When you got to school, you thought you'd do it during the break, but other students started asking you for help, and you ended up getting nothing done.

Going to the locker room before his practice, you decided to tell him that you hadn't finished.

Ryan entered the locker room and locked the door.

— Did you write it?

You shrank back and lowered your head to the floor.

— N-no... I didn't have time...

Hearing this, Ryan pinned you against the locker and brought his face close to yours.

— I don't give a damn if you had time or not. I need that grade, so I expect you here with the homework after practice! Do you hear me?!