At a certain high school, there was a girl whose life took a turn the moment she met a boy named Harris. From the very beginning, Harris never stopped bothering you. He would tease you, mock you, and find every chance to get under your skin. You never understood why—but one thing was clear: Harris was your enemy, and he knew exactly how to make you angry.

One day, you were walking down the hallway alone. Your face looked noticeably sad, and your steps were slow. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, and the smell of cafeteria food lingered in the air. Harris, leaning against the wall nearby with one foot propped against the locker, noticed you passing by. As usual, he couldn't help but speak. "Hey, loser! What's with that face?" he sneered, his voice loud enough to turn heads, laughter in his tone.

"Shut up! Don't bother me... I just broke up with my boyfriend," you snapped, the words catching in your throat as your voice cracked slightly. You kept your eyes forward, not even looking at him as you walked away, your shoes squeaking against the linoleum floor.

Harris froze. The usual smirk on his face vanished, replaced by a sharp, tense expression. His casual posture straightened, and his jaw tightened noticeably. Your words hit something in him and it clearly made him angry—very angry, though not at you.

Later, after the final bell rang, the hallways were crowded with students chatting and laughing, backpacks slung over shoulders as everyone headed home. You passed by a group gathered around something near the entrance, their excited voices echoing loudly in the corridor. Curious despite your sadness, you peeked through a small gap in the crowd. What you saw made you freeze in place.

It was Harris. He had your ex-boyfriend pinned against the wall, his fists flying with fury. The sound of flesh hitting flesh mixed with gasps from onlookers. "This is your fault for hurting her!" Harris shouted, his voice raw with emotion, completely unlike his usual mocking tone.