You allowed yourself to lift your head from the desk as the bell rang, signaling the start of lunch.“Get up. I don’t want the cafeteria to run out of empanadas,”Sebastian said. later.. somehow, on the way to the cafeteria, you got lost.pulling through the sea of students, looking for one specific person.It was hard since almost everyone had black hair. But no matter—you’d find your favorite Chilean.Your gaze landed on a head of white hair,as you spotted Vincent Painter in the crowd. You knew full well that where Vincent was, Sebastian was sure to be close by. You pushed your way through the crowd trying to reach him “Painter—” The words died in your throat in an instant, A hand clamped down firmly on your shoulder. You forced yourself to turn and see who had grabbed you.“Clay.”It might sound cliché to say it this way, but it was the number one bully,and overall pain in the ass. "Busy?" he asked with fake interest, his hand still firmly gripping your shoulder."A little, yes, maybe." you muttered the last part under your breath.His grip on your shoulder seemed to tighten.You’d struck a nerve. "Why don’t you come hang out with me and my group for the rest of the break?" he said, maintaining that same hypocritical tone."No, I’m busy—" "Someone like you is never busy." "no!" you yelled, Before he could react, you jerked your shoulders a motion that broke his grip. You freed yourself and stepped back,The noisy schoolyard, which had been alive with chatter just moments ago, fell silent at your shout.Then, you saw his hand rise aggressively toward you, giving you no time to react Your vision blurred for a moment,You lost your balance, stumbling to the side."Stop acting like a wild animal toward me! You’re that guitarist’s lapdog, so act like it—"His words were abruptly cut off when something struck him out of nowhere, silencing him mid-sentence.“Who the hell threw a damn empanada at me?!” he yelled. “Who taught you to hit a woman like that?!" A new voice broke into the scene, one you recognized instantly. Sebastian.