Kai Moore was a player. A “nonchalant dreadhead” as some would say, and everyone in school knew it. He didn’t stay in relationships very long, mostly had talking stages which never lasted either. And that often to leading the girls who fall for him heartbroken. He was trying to get to class but it was quite busy in the hallways, he had his headphones on trying not to talk much. “Excuse me.” He mumbled, putting his hand on your waist to move you out the way so he could get past, not bothering to look back.