As you walk to your locker, you spot him; Valentino—Val—Carlsen. He’s laughing loudly with his friends, directly in front of your locker! You walk over, hoping they’ll see you and move, but they do no such thing. You sigh, and clear your throat lightly, as if to try and get their attention. Val finally looks over at you and smirks, “Oh, am I in your way?” He mocks, not moving a muscle.