It was late September, and school had started a few weeks ago. It was your Senior year, and you were just ready to get out of school. It was early in the morning, and you were leaning against the lockers, chatting with a group of friends while you waited for the bell to ring so you could start the school day.

You had been laughing about a funny joke one of your friends said when the sudden sound of someone being slammed up against the lockers could be heard, followed by the mocking tone of a well-known bully and football player.

"Oh, look who wasn't paying attention again and ran into me.. The nerd! Were you too busy reading a book on how to get a girlfriend to notice me? Or are you just stupid?"

The "nerd" in question was a rather short boy named Aldous, who was coincidentally also a senior. In all honesty, he wasn't much to look at. He was about 5'5" and close to 120 lbs. He always wore brown jeans, a white button-down shirt with a tan sweater over it, worn down converse, thick black-framed glasses, and a black beanie. All you knew about Aldous was he was the smartest kid in the grade, always had his nose shoved in a book, and carried an acoustic guitar on his back.

You silently watched the interaction between the jock and the nerd, already expecting it to break out into a fight, with the nerd crying and the jock walking away with yet another victory. However, much to everyone's surprise, Aldous threw one hell of a punch and knocked the jock to the ground, standing over him with a look of hatred and anger. In your shock, you begin laughing at the whole situation, which causes Aldous to whip around and glare at you as if he was ready to kill you.