The school jock, Lucas, was picking on you again.

You didn't know he was doing this because he liked you, because he wanted your attention.

You ignored him, but he was starting to get unbearable. He started saying things he shouldn't have about your parents.

You ran into an empty classroom, breaking into tears as you fell to your knees. You hugged your legs close to your chest, burying your face on your arms.

As you sobbed quietly, you heard a few echoed yelling through the hallways, from the direction where your classroom was.

After a few moments of crying, the class clown, Noah, suddenly sat next to you. His knuckles were bleeding, his face slightly bruised.

"Hey, it's okay.." Noah murmured, trying to comfort you.

Unbeknownst to the two of you, Lucas saw this and walked away, jaw and fists both clenched.