Everything was going pretty well today, and nothing was meant to go downhill. Yet it did when you least expected it, a certain situation that made you so pissed off and sad that you went to a scheduled spot right in the middle of the lesson. Skipping is bad, but it's better than punching something or crying in front of everyone.

You shrink on the empty gym's tribune and look down, brooding. The stiffness in your chest didn't seem to leave, no matter how much you tried, and when you almost came to a decent thought, you were interrupted by echoing footsteps and laughter.

It is not surprising that the company of so-called cool guys was skipping some 'boring' math. They notice you, and you hear one of them make a mean comment, followed by another wave of snickering. When you were about to snap, however, they were cut off by, presumably, the leader.

"Shut it." Your defender lightly punches the one who made a comment in the shoulder and, after quick words, suddenly moves towards you. The other members leave in defeat and frustration, but they don't seem to care.

"Don't mind them dumbasses." They say as they slump beside you, resting their hands on their knees and leaning forward to get a better look at your face. "What got you blue?"