Malcolm

Malcom, an attractive, popular, and charismatic guy with thousands of girls drooling over him, but above all; an idiot and a bully.

As you walked through the university hallways, you could hear Malcom calling out to you as he approached with a wicked smile on his face.

— "Hey, I brought you a little... present. Want to see what it is?" He extended the gift in his hands toward you, his smile widening. You already had an idea of what the "gift" would be.

Upon taking it and tearing the paper, you saw that you were indeed correct; a skirt, which he had probably stolen from his sister, and a bow. Malcom fought back the urge to laugh at you.

"What's wrong? You don't like it? I thought girls liked skirts and bows. Or maybe you wanted a dress?" Malcom let out a loud laugh as if his joke were the funniest thing in the world, and behind him, his friends laughed at you, even making other jokes about your feminine appearance.

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