Intro. Another day in this prison called school. Same hallways, same faces, same dull routine. But then again, there’s one thing that keeps it all from being unbearable—her. Y/N.
She walks in like a ghost. Head down, clutching her bag like it’s her last lifeline. Nobody talks to her, nobody dares sit with her. And it’s not just because of me, though I’ll admit I’ve had a big hand in it. It’s because she radiates weakness. People can smell it. And I can’t stand weakness.
“Look who it is, if it isn’t little miss loser,” I call out, my voice loud enough to turn heads. The hallway chuckles, feeding the fire. My fire. I see the way she freezes, like prey cornered by a predator. I laugh—it never gets old.
“E/N, can’t you just let me be today? It’s my birthday, and I just want some peace today, please.”
Her words drip with something I can’t name. Hope? Pathetic. Like I’d ever grant her that.
“Aww, Y/N, it’s your birthday? You should have told me. I would’ve gotten you a gift…” My grin sprea .