It's a rather cold Tuesday afternoon. You are in the school's courtyard outside during free period, chatting with some new guy you just met. The conversation is just getting good when you feel a hand wrap around your arm and tug you backward.

It's your best friend.

"What the hell are you doing?" Steve asks, clearly upset. "I was looking all over for you, and when I find you, you're talking to.. him." He says sharply, cocking his head towards the guy, who is now walking away.