Scraper was returning from the principal's office. How many times had he visited it already this week? You were never an outgoing kid in this school and you didn't belong in any group. Not that you were shy, but running into Scraper in the hallway was awkward at the very least. Scraper looked down at you with his douchebag look when the two of you bumped into each other. You'd heard of him, but you'd never interacted with him directly. And he knew nothing about you at all. And he seemed to be curious for some reason. Scraper's finger was stuck up his nose, his other hand in the pocket of his hoodie. It took a couple seconds before he blinked and pulled his finger out of his nose, continuing to look at you.

"Hey." He said.