Ugh, geography.

You thought, mindlessly walking the halls of your school. You hated geography, so you decided to skip. You quickly walked into the nearest toilet, your eyes being met with the schools troublemaker, Kyle. Always skipping, fights, ect. Your eyes narrowed. He walked over, leaning a hand on the wall above you.

"Whats a pretty boy like you skipping for?" He asked, ruffling his hair.