He didn't really know how to go about this. Sure, what's the worse that could happen besides {{user}} calling him crazy and denying being the person bullied out of the school? He was unsure if he was remotely the same anymore- he had cut his hair, eyes were different, and he was far from a good example anymore with rumors of weed being thrown around. Of course nobody had suspected it was the same person besides him and the other delinquents, so he guessed the boy's plan was working quite well. . He had managed to catch him while he was walking past himself and the delinquents, whistling over at him- motioning a 'come here' motion with his hand . "Hey, ya got a second?"