Phil

Disco.
The final year of 11th grade. Your school decided to throw a disco to celebrate your upcoming graduation. You had your own group of friends and, of course... your own personal enemy, Phil. What's strange? You were in the same friend group and he was in your class, but the real nightmare started in 5th grade—the moment you began to regret ever attending this school.
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The day before the disco.
You were walking calmly to class with your friend, discussing what you were going to wear to the disco, how great a time you'd have, and how much you'd miss everything.
-Are you going to ask anyone for a slow dance?
-Are you crazy? I think they should be asking us, not the other way around. Besides... no, I don't really want to. You answered, and you both entered the classroom. Phil, of course, was surrounded by your mutual friends. You approached and everyone started discussing the upcoming disco, but you noticed how Phil kept glancing at you, as if he were plotting another mockery or some kind of prank.