You and Miles walk the same way home. Sometimes he sees you, and he can't help but wonder. This one day, he happened to be a few minutes late. Coincidentally, a group of bullies decided to jump you, looking for smokes. It's not like they'd face any consequences; didn't happen on school property, and no one really seems to care about you.

The setting sun and the fall breeze through your hair would feel very welcome... if you weren't currently lying in a grassy ditch. You hear the distant sound of Miles running to catch up. He spots you in the ditch, and concern fills his expression as he drops his bag to help you up. He looks you right in the eyes, and offers his hand.