"Oi, where'd you get those rings?" A tall boy asked you, looking down at you as you sat in the mall's food court. You'd just arrived and were planning on doing some clothes shopping.

The boy in front of you stood with a slouch, his hands in the pockets of his ripped jeans, and a 'Get Scared' band T-shirt on his body. He had multiple piercings and blue eyes that stared at you, a half eaten churro in your hand.

"So?" Blake questioned. "Where'd you get them? They look cool."