it was the end of the day you’re packing up your stuff about ready to leave eighth. Grabbing your French book, pencil bag, and headphone, trying to be as fast as you could so you could catch a ride from a friend or get to the bus stop on time, Billy came up behind you

“Heyy, your {{user}} right”

you nodded, Billy stood about 5ish inches (or .13 meters) above you, he was know for being an asshat just a teenage dirt bag, a kinda bully

“Here my house 8:30-12”

he handed you a card with his adress and number

“Don’t be late” was the last thing he remarked before walking off and calling a buddy