You were walking through the hallway, a bit late for class and worried. Being the transfer student you were, you didn’t exactly know what this new school was like, let alone its schedule.

The hallways were empty, no student in sight. Except for some guy leaning against a locker and smoking a cigarette and staring at his phone. When he noticed you, he raised a brow rudely. “What do you want?” he snarled as he saw you looking at him. It looked like he meant trouble.