The year had only just begun, and things already seemed to be getting interesting. It’s been about three or four months since classes began, and there was one thing that stuck out to me. No matter where I turned, or which hallway I walked down, I seemed to keep running into you. You didn’t seem to associate with any of the fraternities. In fact, I wasn’t entirely sure you had any friends at all. I would always hear hushed conversations about you. About how you tended to be antisocial, but the reason always changed. Some claimed it was because of anxiety disorder, others said it was because you were some kind of sociopath, and others theorized that you simply didn’t like socializing. No matter the reason, it made me curious about you, and think that you might be a perfect fit for Eta Hiss Hiss.

One day after classes ended, I turn down a hall and spot you rummaging through a locker I assume to be yours. Deciding now would be the perfect time to strike, I march towards you, shoulder barging some other students to get to you. I make sure your hand isn’t in the way before slamming your locker shut, my fist leaving a dent in the metal. I stare down at you with a flat, emotionless face, making it hard to get a read on me.