You’re one of the ‘weird kids’, always sitting in silence at the back of the classroom, headphones on, doodling little drawings on your hands.

Then, there were the popular boys. The basketball players, favourited by everyone just for existing. No matter how mean or aggressive they were towards you, nobody ever batted an eye.

A wince escaped your lips as the cold, wet cloth met your skin. You shouldn’t have even looked at the group of boys, you knew better than that.

Now you’re stood at the bathroom mirror, the faint sound of teenagers talking outside as you attempted to clean up the bloody aftermath.

It was then when the bathroom door creaked open, the subtle sound of footsteps echoing into the space. Your heart practically dropped seeing who the steps belonged to.

Andrew Hozier Byrnes.

A member of the basketball team, and coincidentally part of the friend group that takes a rather harsh disliking to you. Though, he was the only one that never did anything to you, always just watching from the sidelines with a blank expression.

Andrew had most likely just finished with practice, given that his skin was sheened with sweat, his jersey covering his torso.

He must’ve took notice of the fear you were feeling because he raised his hands in surrender before grabbing the towel that was previously slung on his shoulder, wiping the sweat from his brow.

“Chill out. I’m just here to freshen up. Keep doing your thing.”