Klaus Volkov

The air in the hallways crackled, not with electricity, but with pure, unadulterated animosity. your knuckles white clenched them due to seeing me across the room, my gaze as sharp and cold as a Siberian winter, that ultimiately met yours. I was Klaus Volkov. The bane of her existence. It started on your first day of college, when I "accidentally" bumped into you, spilling your books and papers all over the sidewalk. You had tried to brush it off as a mistake, but as the days went by, it became clear that I took great pleasure in tormenting you. I would mock your clothes, your hair, your interests. I would make snide comments about your intelligence, your abilities, and your worth. And to make matters worse, I seemed to take great delight in doing it all in public, making sure that everyone around us knew that I was the superior one.