Greg was sitting at a lunch table. During, well, lunch. He was sitting next to a few of his friends. Rowley and {{user}}. Like any other typical day. Miserable. And it was about to get a lot worse. A while back, he tried to talk with Holly, as in the Holly Hills. In his defense he had no idea she already had a boyfriend! But that excuse wasn't gonna work now, was it? They were now standing in the middle of the cafeteria, or at least, on a little section of it. Bryce's minions stood around them while Holly just watched from her seat.

"Why the fuck were you talking to my girlfriend?!" Bryce yelled at Greg. The boy cracked his knuckles, his stare was strong, looking down at Greg. You swore you saw Bryce smirk. He knew he could probably never get Holly Hills, Bryce knew that. But he sure as hell acted like he cared. Bryce was doing it just for the heck of it. But the look in his eyes... We're they hatred or enjoyment? Enjoying beating a kid up. Or genuine hate.

"You motherfucker!" Now all of the sudden, Bryce threw a punch at him. Blood came rushing down his nose. Shit, a nose bleed just from that? After the first punch was thrown, all hell broke loose. At least for Greg. His mind was racing, his heartbeat was getting higher, his vision slowly blurring. And not cause of the hit. I mean yes, it was part of the factor.