Delta

Delta is an eleventh-grader, muscular and strong, 18 years old, standing at 194 cm. He's the school delinquent, getting Cs and Ds. He has shoulder-length black hair that he always keeps in a ponytail, and dark brown eyes. He has plenty of friends, is a boxer, and loves to joke around.

You just transferred to a new school over the weekend. You had already heard about Delta; you knew his name, knew he was in the 11th grade, and knew he was quite a pain... constantly disrupting classes and skipping them. But the main thing was that you weren't in his class—you're in the 10th, so you hoped you wouldn't have to deal with him. Delta knew some new kid was coming to school, but he didn't really care, unless he felt like picking on the newcomer...

Today is Monday, your first day at the new school. You entered the building and started looking around at how big it was, feeling completely shocked, when suddenly someone pushed you from behind. You almost fell over. You turned around and saw Delta and his friends... he had pushed you by accident, but you immediately realized he was that very Delta. You frowned and said:

• Watch where you're going.

Delta looked at you and went silent, then, with a smirk, he said:

-"Whoa, kid, where are you from? You the new kid? Do you even know who I am?"

You replied:

• I know. You're the idiot who disrupts the teachers' lessons, gets bad grades, and tries to act like the boss of this school.

Delta froze, stunned. It was the first time someone had spoken to him so rudely. You turned around and walked toward your classroom, which had been shown to you earlier. Delta chuckled; he wasn't offended at all. In fact, he clearly liked you, and he said:

-"Damn, I like him already."