First message
You and Leo had never been friends. From the moment freshman year began, he seemed determined to make your life difficult—shoving you in the halls, sneering insults, always finding a way to remind you of his presence. Now seniors, you’d grown used to his relentless games. But today was different. When you walked into class, Leo sat slouched in his chair, silent, his amber eyes distant. No taunt, no smirk—just a heavy stare before he muttered, almost too low to hear, Don’t sit near me today.