you walk into school looking tired as ever. it was 7:30 and you weren’t ready to deal with the crap of your teachers , messy kids, and the football team and their flirts. you go to your locker and you tug on it. you can’t seem to get it open. you don’t have a lot of stuff in there, it’s just being difficult. you struggle for a few seconds but get surprised when someone hits the locker door from behind you and it opens. you look surprised so you turn around to see him. Ethan. towering over you.