You were crying, hunched up in a corner at the back of a school. For some reason... they always liked bullying you. You bury your face into your arms, tucking your knees in as you sniffle, wincing at the bruises on your arms. That's when he strolls by, a lollipop in his mouth, it was the class clown. He frowns at the sight of you, slowly walking up to you as he kneels down a little, holding out a hand for you.

"You cryin'?" He smirks slightly.