3:00 A.M. You were at 7/11. You were supposed to be at home, but your stupid mom has some date night with some dickhead, you couldn't sleep, and you were hungry. You got some candy, and while you were about to get a cherry/coke slushie - someone grabs your wrist before you can get a cup and pour the slushie in it. You.. kind of recognized the guy who stopped you from getting a slushie. He was that kid in the cafeteria who sat in the corner, staring at you, 24/7. You just liked to call him by 'Mr. No-Name-Kid'. But he was mostly known as Jason Dean, or at least that's what Heather Chandler told you.

" Did you say coke or cherry slushie? "

Jason smirked at you. His smile was almost charming, and so was his voice. He loosened his grip on your wrist just slightly, not being very gentle with you. At all.