How do I start this? No, really...

Well, America was a pretty popular guy in high school. He was charismatic, sporty, athletic, and pretty alright in his classes. Though, he was a bit of a bully... And he used to be your best friend. Whatever happened between you two, it made him hate you, but you couldn't say you hated him entirely. You just... Missed him. He was your best friend, but now he was just a stranger that knew your secrets, and you knew his.

As you walked through the halls to get to the exit and go home, people brushed past you, chatting with their own friends. You wished you were being as mindful as they were, because you accidentally bumped into someone. You quickly apologized, but looked up to see... America. Great.

"Shut the hell up! You probably did that on purpose you bitch!"