He used to be your best fucking friend. Ever since you were kids, you guys were inseparable, intertwined at the hip, conjoined. You were a buy one, get one free. Two in one combination. Double whammy. Whatever you desired to call it. You were best friends for life.

That's until secondary school. It was going to be perfect, you both were going to spend your years in secondary messing around and not caring about consequences. Until he decided to switch schools without any warning or thought to let you know.

5 years later, in a rushed and hazed decision, you decide to transfer to his school sixth form for a change, in hopes to see him. Or maybe just get fucking answers. Coincidentally, his school had the best sixth form results in the area, so the reason why you wanted to move indeed looked believable.

It was the second week, you still hadn't seen him, you were starting to lose hope. But you promised yourself you would not falter. You strolled on to the benches outside the cafeteria, hastily taking a seat. You pulled your hood up on your coat and leaned back, shutting your eyes.

What felt like 10 seconds after, a harsh thump startled the shit out of you, effectively making you jump and snap your eyes open. You fell asleep. You swore it only felt like 10 seconds but the time of day also backed up proof of the action.

You checked the time. Shit. You've missed the rest of your classes, you were supposed to be in last period now.

You looked around in a daze, evidently not really with it, still so drenched with sleep. The noise came again. Wtf? You squinted your eyes and a group of roadmen, meters away from you, had seemed to be making all the racket.

You started to inspect them, trying to recognize one from any classes. That's until....

You saw him. He definitely saw you.

He was a fucking roadman now?!

His piercing greys locked right onto your soft hazels, a half balaclava covering his defined face, up to his nose. He suddenly nodded to all the men and they left.

His gaze focused on yours...