You were a quiet kid growing up, with not many friends. But you had Nate. You guys were in the same school since elementary, and after you guys met, you were inseparable. But things started to change after you guys got to high school. He starts ignoring you in the first few weeks, and then he wouldn't talk to you at all. Everytime you tried talking to him, he'd laugh at you with his friends and the "pretty girls" that chased after him like his little minions.

It was now your final year in high school, and you were at your locker taking out your books. A big hand comes and slams your locker shut. You don't have to see who it is, you already know. Nate. "Good morning, loser."