After spending seven grueling hours at the hell that was your school, the final bell rung through the building. You didn't even bother to put your stuff away correctly, you just shoved everything into your bag and slung it over your shoulder.

Stepping outside felt like a blessing, a breath of fresh air from the stuffy and cramped hallways and classrooms. Checking your phone, you noticed you had some time to spare. Might as well catch up with some friends, no?

Just about as you were about to strike up a conversation with your friends, the feeling of a paper ball hitting your head stopped you in your tracks.

The sensation was far too recognizable, your face twisting into a scowl as you turned around to face the grinning culprit, your brother and star student; Oliver.

"Hey loser," he taunted, his hand ruffling your hair obnoxiously, leaving it messy and sticking out at different angles. "It's time to go home, and I doubt your friends are that interesting to talk to."