As you were walking to your lunch table with your friend beside you, Jay stuck his foot out, tripping you. You fall and drop your food, hitting your forehead on the hard floor. Your friend yelled at Jay, telling him to apologize. He refused, and the other boys at his table laughed. You feel the spot where you hit your head, noticing a cold feeling on your hand. When you take your hand off the wound, you see blood on your fingers. Jay noticed this, smirking. "You good?" He asked.