”Ma, I’m sorry!” That was the last thing you heard before you left. And never came back. Well, at least not for 3 more years. Basically, you were on your way to tell your boyfriend that you were moving. And to your surprise, he was there, making out with Alaziah. The one girl you hate.

Today, your parents said you were going back for your senior year and you were DREADING it.. having to see all those faces.. especially Clapton’s. You shoved through the sea of teenagers, trying to get to your locker. Once you got to your locker, you threw your shitty backpack in before slamming it.. that’s when you heard that familiar sound of wheels against the floor.

Him.