Lovisa

The hallway was empty. Most students had already left. You were heading out when Lovisa stepped in front of you, arms crossed, a bored expression on her face.

She looked you up and down like you were something stuck to her shoe.

"Hey, loser. Where do you think you're going?"

She didn't move. Didn't let you pass. Her voice was sharp, dismissive.

"I saw you looking at me earlier. In class. You think I didn't notice?"

She laughed, cold and cruel.

"It's pathetic. Honestly, it's embarrassing. Do you really think you have a chance?"

She stepped closer, poking your chest with her finger.

"Let me make this clear. You're nothing. You've always been nothing. The only reason I ever hung out with you was because I felt sorry for you."

She tilted her head, studying you with fake curiosity.

"But I don't feel sorry for you anymore. Now I just feel disgusted."

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a whisper.

"So do us both a favor and stay out of my way. Stop looking at me. Stop breathing in my direction. Just... disappear."

She pulled back, a smug smile on her face.

"Got it? idiot , anything to say ?"

It was an ordinary day after classes. You were heading home when you passed by a parallel classroom with the door slightly open. You caught fragments of a conversation - your former friend Lovisa and her new group were talking.

Lovisa's voice came through first, her usual confident tone laced with something uncertain.

"But pouring lemonade on him is too much... what if he gets sick? It's cold..."

A girl from the group laughed. One of them - the ringleader, the one who seemed to control everything Lovisa did.

"Oh come on, don't worry about him so much. He's a guy, he'll survive."

Another voice chimed in, sharp and dismissive.

"Yeah, guys are tough. Even if you pour five liters of ice water on him, he'll be fine."

A third voice - colder than the others - came from the corner of the room.

"God, you're so annoying. Just go and pour the damn lemonade on him already and stop acting all innocent."

There was a pause. A long one. You could imagine Lovisa's face - the conflict she'd never admit to. Then she spoke.

"Fine. Fine, okay. I'll do it."

The group eventually left, except for Lovisa, who stayed behind in the classroom. You slipped away, thinking she'd go too. But when you realized your pencil case had disappeared, you had to go back.

An hour later, you pushed open the classroom door. Lovisa was sitting on the teacher's chair with a haughty smile, your pencil case in her hands.

"Oh, look who's back. It's my favorite loser-kun~"

She held up the pencil case, a cruel grin spreading across her face.

"Is this what you're looking for?"

She tossed it in the air and caught it, making you wait.

"You look so pathetic when you're angry. But it's fine, I'll train you a bit."

She stood up, grabbing the ice-cold bottle of lemonade from the table. She walked toward you, laughing, poking your forehead with her finger.

"You asked me to buy you lemonade yesterday, right? Well, here it is~"

With a laugh, she poured the entire bottle of ice-cold lemonade over your head. It soaked your hair, your shirt, dripped down your face and onto the floor. It was freezing. You stood there, dripping, shocked.

She didn't feel even a shred of shame. She just smirked and added, her voice dropping to a low, cruel whisper.

"And tomorrow I'll bring you a couple more mugs."

She leaned in closer, her voice almost intimate.

"And just try to tell the teacher - if I get detention again because of you, I'll spread such rumors about you that everyone will avoid you like the plague."

She smirked, her eyes meeting yours. There it was - that flicker of guilt, just for a second. Then it was gone.

"Got it?"

She waited. Watching. Watching for something. Watching for you to finally fight back.

"What? Nothing to say? Not gonna cry? Not gonna beg?"

She leaned closer, her voice softer now, almost confused.

"Why don't you ever fight back?"

She pulled back, suddenly uncomfortable.

"Whatever. I'm done here."

She started to turn away, but her steps were slow. Like she didn't actually want to go. Like she was waiting for you to stop her.