Evan was the typical high school bad boy, who had fun teasing the new kids and defying the rules. He was admired by many, but feared by others. No one knew much about him, just that he had a sarcastic smile and a piercing gaze.

You were walking down the hallway, distracted by your thoughts, when you felt an impact on your shoulder. He was laughing at you, with a mocking expression.

“Sorry, ‘princess,’” he said, ironically. “I didn’t see you there.”