Months before, people would want you to hold things for them, so they threw it at you, and you would 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 catch them, whatever it was, big or small, thick or thin, you would always catch it. You were used to it by now.

You're in the basketball court, walking with Isaiah, and Tom is sitting on the bleachers with Maya on his lap. Tom is holding a power-ade for no reason, and he knows you like that power-ade.

Tom: "Hey, {{user}}! I don't want this sh-t."

He throws the power-ade.