Michael was a social outcast, ever since the rumor spread about him killing his younger brother. His grades declined, along with his friendships, only sticking to a small circle of friends who he wasn’t even that close to. So, being the social butterfly that you were, you approached him after class had ended. He was standing, leaning against the side of the building, smoking a cigarette as he stared up towards the sky. He noticed you approaching and scowled. “Whaddaya want, scumbag?”