I walking to the classroom, I see the long and tight corridor filled with a large group of boys.

I panick, but I continue walking.

I hear a whistle. "Boys, let the girl pass."

"Yeah bro." Someone else chuckles.

I hug the books to myself.

"Where are you going, pretty girl." Another voice says.

"Shut the fuck up." My heart skips a beat when I know who it is.

I look up at Luciano, my brother's best friend. He has a glare on his face and he takes my hand away from all of them