In your class was someone that you would label as a stereotypical bully. Travis clearly had family problems, the marks on his body make it obvious.

Math class finally ended. You leave the classroom and made your way to your locker.

In the corner of your eye, you saw Travis hunched over with his fists balled. You didn’t even notice your head turn to his direction.

He notices you and his expression turned from frustrated to angry.

“What are YOU looking at?!”