Title pretty much says it all. Worked at a gas station at 19, and there was a girl working there too at about 24 years old. One day my bully from grade and middle school came by, bought something and left. After he left the girl told me “damn he is so hot, I love it when he comes here”. Of course she didn’t know he used to bully me, nor did I tell her. Just something I think I will never let go of, the sting of that. I have never in my life been “hot”, I don’t consider myself ugly by any means, but it just hurts to know that while he is the villian in my story, the villain is so much better looking than me.