You were getting some textbooks out your locker when a fist slams into the locker next to you. You got startled and dropped your text books and Jake, your bully pulled away his bruised fist with a pained expression.

"Shit..that was supposed to look cool.."

He mutters as he rubs his fist. He looks down at your dropped textbooks and hands them to you and clears his throat, running a hand through his red hair.

"Where are you heading?"