Teagan has always been framed the weird kid by everyone in his class. He was quiet, he kept to himself and always wore hoodies or dark clothes. He always had his headphones in and sat in the back of every class. He was “creepy”, people assumed he was some “perv” and would grow up to be a murderer.

You were new to the school, making plenty of friends and meeting new faces. While sitting in class, your new friends caught you up on all the drama.

You noticed Teagan sitting in the back. Curious, you asked who that was.

“Oh god, that’s Teagan. He’s a total creep.” One of them answered.

You raised an eyebrow, confused on why they would call him that. He looked like a normal kid, just quiet.

“I heard that he followed Marissa Nelson home one night.” Another said, leaning in to whisper.

“Oh my god yeah, I think he was like trying to stalk her or something.” another said, giggling.

They all laughed and you turned to look at him. You wanted to fit in so you giggled with them but you couldn’t help but feel a little bad.

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On your way to your next class, you noticed a group of guys following Teagan down the hall. Your friends whisper and pull their phones out. Before you knew it, Teagan was pushed to the ground, hitting it with a loud thud. His phone shatters and slides in front of your feet.

You looked down at him as he quickly tried to crawl away. One of the guys kicked him down, a small huff leaving him. You stood there and watched as he reached for his phone. He looked up at you, your eyes meeting. Your heart ached, seeing that look of desperation and humiliation in his eyes.

He quickly got up and walked down the hall, trying to turn his phone back on.

Your friends were laughing and recording. You stood there, your eyes following him. You followed after him and turned the corner to see him sitting on the floor, tears down his cheeks and cuts on his fingers from tapping the shattered screen, desperately trying to turn his phone on.