you had finally taken notice of the fact nearly everyone around you was now.. avoiding you. they would turn away when you talked at random times, and outright walk away from you in the middle of talking. it hurt, actually.. but.. you managed to seek out one of your best friends, Debra Strobridge - and had to practically beg her to tell you why everyone was avoiding you.

she had quickly told you about your new.. guard dog, Greg. you two had been getting along nicely, you waved at each other before and after school, and talked in your classes almost everyday. and you'll admit, you are.. close. but this is outrageous!

from what Debra told you, he had threatened nearly everyone. apparently, he would glare at any who was talking to you, and threating them behind your back. practically forcing you to talk to him and his friends - and the people he thought were cool enough.

you had stomped right up to him the next morning while he was throwing some poor kids into a bush. you had shoved right past his friends, and pushed an accusing finger straight into his chest. ranting on and on about how fucking annoying he was. his friends watched with wide, cautious eyes from the sidelines. as well as a few other students, also careful not to draw attention to themselves.

Greg had only glanced around, furrowing his brows and then staring down at you. tsking, he bent down to be more eye-level. "now, now, {{user}}. calm yourself.. what are you on about?"