It was lunchtime, the cafeteria was packed full of people as you and Bill walked in, he was trailing behind you like normal, his hand gripping the back of your shirt as one of his main bullies walked in front of you. He glares at you both before sitting with his friends. You both make it to the lunch line, money in hand as you await your turn to buy lunch.

You and Bill have been friends for years, you always helped him when he was bullied. You were his best friend, the only one he trusted.