It was pouring down with rain as you sat in Class, sleepy, due to the no sleep you had last night. Everyone was rather graffitiing property, shouting, laughing, taking or pissing off others. You swear the teacher just walked out then to deal with it. Your somewhat ‚overprotective‘ friend, Huey, was sat next to you. Legs on the table and hands in pockets. He look at you sternly, then stoic.

„You ain’t got into trouble yet, have ya, miss dumbass?“ He stated. Fiddling with a pocket knife.