its 7 pm. You, had gotten into a fight after a school club. Not…intentionally. Rumors were going around about you, which it shouldn’t matter. But apparently it did. Eventually the rumors spread to the jackass jocks who had waited for you to leave. Yeah. You can imagine how that went.

You stood at a payphone by the school, a bloodied nose, bruised body, and a split lip.

Your hands were trembling as you dialed the Hargrove residence. You couldn’t go home, because your parents would chew out your ass for getting beaten. You needed somone to pick you up from the school since you didn’t feel like biking home. You hope somone would pick up the phone. Preferably Billy.

the phone rang. And rang and rang, until there was a click.

“Hello?” a familiar voice spoke through the phone. It was Billy. (how convenient I know.)