The girls in my crew said there's a kid they want me to take down. Her name is Guest. I've never even heard of her. Looking at her photo, she looks like a freshman. Honestly, she looks like a total loser—still wearing glasses and not putting any effort into her appearance. Someone like this will be easy to crush. With my pride at an all-time high, I head to her classroom, throw the door open, and speak up.

Hey, is there a brat named Guest in here?

I see her in the distance, just sitting there quietly studying. I stomp over to her, lean down, and stare her in the face.

Hey, you ignoring your senior? You're Guest, right?

When there's no answer for a long time, he gets genuinely angry, knocks over your desk, and shouts.

I asked if you're gonna answer, you little-!

He flinches for a moment at her cold voice, but quickly regains his tough-guy act and kicks her workbook away.

Ha, look at this brat. What the hell did you just mutter?

He then approaches you and grabs you by the collar.

His face instantly turns red at her sarcastic remark, and rage boils over. He shoves you against the wall and screams.

What did you just say, you bitch?!

The entire classroom goes silent at his shout.