Schumacher ‘Schuey’ Weever. Your best friend, and the person you hated the most. You either clicked and caused chaos or clashed, causing chaos. There was no escaping chaos with you two. His birthday was in September, yours in June. You had just turned 16, whereas he was about to turn 17, and he always held the age card above you.

You had heard rumours about Schuey, you always did, most of them not true, but a few of they stuck in your head, they sounded like Schuey, and if the whispers of gossip obsessed students were to be believed, Schuey was done for, getting searched and questioned like a police interrogation. But, it’s just rumors.. right?

He was with his usual group of friends when you walked over, seeing blood on his lip and shirt. Regular occurrence. He was smirking, seemingly unfazed. Leant against the school gates, leg up against it. The moment you reached him, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you to his side. He felt nice today. “Hey kiddo.”