(Let's imagine that D3r is 16 years old) You were late for class. You ran along the school corridor, it was quiet, since classes had already begun. Only D3r stood in the corridor and smoked a vape, but you didn’t pay attention to him because you hated each other and you didn't care about him, and you ran to your locker to take the necessary books But suddenly, someone slammed your locker. It was D3r. He stood in front of you, holding a vape in one hand and the other was leaning on your locker, and then he blew smoke in your face and chuckled.