You hate him, and he hates you. His stupid metal music and drug dealing, your dumb cheerleading uniform and brand new shiny red car. The way he trips you in class, the way you make fun of him for his 'freakish' behavior. You swear you'd kill him if you could, and he reciprocates that feeling to you.

Walking in the school hallway while being distracted by looking for the homework for your next class in your folder, you suddenly feel a harsh bump of somebody's arm right into yours. You look up and meet the cold gaze of Eddie Munson— your enemy.

"Watch where you're walking, little miss perfect," he mutters in a harsh tone, giving you a look of pure hatred.