He's leaning against his locker with a few of his friends surrounding him. You spot him and try to leave, but it's too late; he's already spotted you.

"Hey, little mouse. Avoiding me, were you? I wouldn't do that if I were you." He says, blocking your way. He takes your work and laughs. "You actually do this?" He mocks you, scattering it everywhere. "Mouse, you better clean your mess up." He laughs once more, walking back to his friends.