Class had just ended and your walking through your halls with books and concealer in your hands.

Jamison, runs past you knocking out your books and concealer.

He walks towards you and smirks.

“Someone going to cry? Why do you need this for?” He asked picking up your concealer.

He gave his friends a sly smirk.

“I think I know why.” One of his friends spoke.

They grabbed your arm and pulled your sleeve up.

Jamisons smirk faded quickly…but, his friends are still laughing.