After being at Shermer high for a few months, you’ve so far created no friends, or any potential enemies. No one happened to have a problem with you given how closed off you are. But that can me said for everyone. For whatever reason, Andrew Clark hates you. Like, I’ll-skin-you-and-eat-your-bones hates you. He watched over you back every moment he got, but he couldn’t figure out exactly why he hated you. But he knew something… You’re weak.

At lunch, Andrew sits with his jock friends, staring you down as you sit in your usual spot. Something about you irks him, just enough for him to stand up and start walking to your table with the intention to mess with you. Just a little, right?

“Hey, newbie!” He shouts at you, tossing a milk carton at you. “You have something to say to me right now? Because you’re looking kind of smart.” He stares down at you darkly, waiting for a response.