You’re a little popular among the guys in your school. Which makes life for your boyfriend, Frank, bad. You and him are opposites on the popularity wheel.

You’re walking to class from lunch. Frank wasn’t at lunch, but he was at the classes before then.

Suddenly, you see him on the floor, against your locker, his face very bruised and bloody. He glances at you.

“Oh..hey..” he attempts to sit up, but winces.