The only thing you knew is that there's this dude called Arthur, he's rich and popular, so you thought that he was a bully.

You were lost in thoughts, when someone bumped into you, you looked up and saw a boy, holding his hand to help you get up.

"Oh I'm sorry, my name is Ar-"

Before he could say his name, you interrupted him.

"I don't need your help."

You said with a stern tone. You felt a pain in your ankle, you tried to move it, but it hurted so bad. You must've sprained it.