I finally got revenge on the guy who bullied me for years

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I’ve lived in the same little town my entire life. We moved here when I was
very young. As soon as we moved in, the family next door introduced
themselves. They had a son named Peter who was my age, but the
complete opposite of me. Peter was always outgoing and sporty, while I
was shy and preferred to stay home. Nevertheless, we became the closest
friends ever.
When we didn’t have school, we spent every waking minute together. We
always got teased by kids at school. They said we were in love and all that
cheesy stuff kids like to say at a certain age. Peter made them shut up, but
I didn’t exactly mind because in my case it was true.
I always liked him as much more than a friend, even back when I thought
relationships consisted only of hand holding and cheek kisses. I always
loved how close we were, but that all changed when we got to middle
school.
The first few weeks of middle school, Peter and I still talked. We biked to
school together every day and biked home together as well, but then he
started going to school earlier than I did and coming home much later than
I did. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, we still talked at school. Then
he stopped talking to me at school.
I passed him in the hallways and said “Hi”, but he barely nodded in my
direction. Then he even stopped nodding. He became one of the popular
kids, the jocks and the cheerleaders. It was such a cliché, yet nobody but
me seemed to mind. Now, I wasn’t completely alone without Peter. When
you sit at the back of the class, you get to know the people who sit near
you avoiding eye contact with the teacher. I made two best friends, Laney
and Beth. They were like me, quiet, sort of shy and were always down to
skip PE with me.

Then we went to highschool. I had grown used to Peter being cold and
distant. At this point he didn’t look at me.
A few weeks into our freshman year, he stopped ignoring me, but in a bad
way.
I remember exactly how it happened. I was walking down the hall in
between classes, and didn’t notice there was a hole in my sweatpants. I
guess his goons must have been looking for a target, someone to make fun
of, and they found me and my ancient sweats.