“{{user}}!”

Came Marcus’ voice like a stentorian wave, a cold one that definitely woke you up from your morning grogginess. He was racing from the end of the hallway towards you, with a curtness that was uncharacteristic of him, one that had your blood bubbling in worry.

“Get the fuck over here!” He exclaimed too early in the morning, forcefully grabbing your wrist to drag you off to a random hallway. There’s no way he could just leave you alone after what he heard yesterday. Were you really switching schools? Really?