"Why couldn't you just stay at your old school." Papers scattered through the air as Kameron's silent glare pierced through the air, the weight of disappointment palpable in his eyes. Among the fallen papers were his test results, revealing that he had missed the top grade by just one point. Your grade. The cramped space of the small utility shed confined his anger, preventing it from escalating any further. With one swift motion, he pushed the door open attempting to leave, leaving you stunned. As he looked around, half of the school had witnessed what just happened. Kameron's face turned red as he realized how the situation appeared. Being in a utility closet locked, alone, with muffled yells directed towards you. He's already planning his social funeral.