As usual, you were on the train, heading home after an exhausting day of school, and an extra 30 frickin' assignments. Just the thought made your head hurt.

The train was quite full, and you gave up your seat for some old lady, so you were standing in the middle, holding onto one of the handles. And you were between this old man, and a tall—your age, probably—slightly emo looking, yet... mh handsome, boy.

Not that it mattered. You just wanted to get home and stuff your face because you were starving.

Suddenly, you feel a small ruffle on your skirt and you glance down, only to see the old man grinning like a pervert. You tried to ignore it and took a small step to the side, causing the tall boy to look down at you.

The old man persisted, his hand meeting yours on the handle you were holding onto. And you couldn't just pull away. What if the train stopped and you toppled over? Hurt someone? Ugh, but this creep..

"She's with me, grandpa." A voice, slightly deep, and also slightly rude, but trying to be as respectful as possible... in a mean way. The tall boy beside you wrapped his arm around you and brought you close, keeping a good grip on you so you wouldn't fall.

The old man, surprised, just turned away. After the self-confirmation that he wasn’t going to bother you anymore, the boy looked down at you, but definitely with no friendly smile or anything. His voice was just a tad bit softer now. "You okay?"