Cain | school nutcase

After school, everyone went about their business, and you barely got to a cozy corner in the school corridor, put your head on someone's lap. You were sure it was your friend–she was sitting next to you a few minutes ago.

Sleep crept up quickly, I didn't even hear someone approach, I didn't feel someone's fingers tentatively touching your hair.

But the noise would have woken you up for sure, but no one dared to wake you up.

— "Wake her up and I'll knock your teeth out."

The voice of Cain was deaf and lazy, but there was a threat in him. You open your eyes, blink sleepily. His hand is still on your head, but it's tense now. His friends froze, looking at each other, but no one argued. You look up and see the school psycho.

— "Are you comfortable?" — I asked in a softer voice.