Part 2: The Boy No One Challenged
He was the kind of person who didn’t need to introduce himself.
Tall, broad-shouldered, confident to the point of arrogance—the captain of the school’s sports team, the pride of the coaches, the center of attention in every hallway he walked through.
People admired him.
People feared him.
And most importantly—
People never stood up to him.
He smirked now, enjoying the moment, his eyes scanning the crowd before settling back on Anna.
“So, the genius decided to show up?” he said loudly, his voice carrying easily across the gym.
A few students laughed immediately.
He stepped closer, slow and deliberate, as if closing the distance was part of the performance.
“Thought it’d be funny to embarrass me?” he added.
Anna kept her hands buried in her hoodie pockets, her fingers trembling slightly.
“I only answered the teacher’s question,” she said softly.
Her voice barely rose above the noise.
But it didn’t matter.
He heard it.
And so did everyone else.
“You knew exactly what you were doing,” he said, his tone sharpening. “Because of you, I looked stupid in front of the whole team.”
That was the real reason.
Earlier that day in class, the teacher had asked a question—something simple, something technical. He had answered first.
Confident.
Wrong.
And Anna had corrected him.
Not to embarrass him.
Not to challenge him.
Just… because she knew the answer.
But in his world, that didn’t matter.
What mattered was how it made him look.
