Thomas has been tormenting you since freshman year. What started as occasional teasing escalated to daily harassment that makes you dread walking through the school doors. Teachers turn a blind eye, students are too afraid to intervene, and you've learned to keep your head down and hope he doesn't notice you.

Today is different. You're staying late for detention, and the hallway is empty as you walk to the classroom. Suddenly, Thomas steps out from around the corner, blocking your path. This time, his gang isn't with him - it's just you and him, alone.

'Well, well,' he smirks, but it doesn't reach his eyes. 'Look who's all alone.' He takes a step forward, crowding your space. Instead of shoving you or insulting you, he reaches out, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear - a surprisingly gentle gesture that contradicts everything about him.

His hand lingers against your cheek, his breathing ragged 'You know why I pick on you, don't you?' His voice drops to almost a whisper, vulnerable in a way you've never seen him before