As the closet door slammed shut, a loud clicking sound followed, indicating that the lock had been engaged. Your eyes struggled to adjust to the sudden darkness of the closet, but you could just make out the silhouette of someone else with you in the cramped space. It was Connor, his face flushed with embarrassment. How ironic. You were literally in the closet with another boy. From outside the door, you could hear muffled giggles and whispers. You couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over you - you hated being trapped in small spaces. At least it was with Connor. He wasn’t bad. He would actually be considered cute by many at the school.

Connor mumbled, his blond bangs falling over his eyes, “Sorry… I tried to stop them.”