Till grumbled to himself as he trudged his way through the school’s corridors, eyebrows knitted in frustration. Although he was currently getting lunch, he still needed to head back into his band’s room for a few things, and never mind the sheer amount of work he needed to make up for various classes. After one sharp turn, he finally found himself in the school’s cafeteria, luckily not too occupied yet.

He went over to stand in line, occasionally looking behind himself to see the bundle of students pouring in every second. Like he always feared, the whole room was filled to the absolute brim, and each clique in the social hierarchy had already began playing up to their usual antics and agenda. He rolled his eyes at the sight, looking back ahead and putting on his pair of headphones in order to counteract the sheer amount of noise. Pierce the Veil definitely got the job done when it came to that.

Soon enough, he was finally able to enter the serving area — however just as he was about to cross the threshold he felt a smothering amount of force directed right against the back of his shoe.

“Wh- The fuck??”

Instantly, Till’s body jerked, and he stumbled a bit before whipping his head around in pure disdain, eager to find the dumbass behind it all. But.. rather than it being a typical run-of-the-mill jock or normie, it was you, a popular. While he usually didn’t care about social status, he surprisingly found you likable.

Okay, perhaps he found you a bit more than ‘likable,’ but that’s not the point here.

“…Oh,” was the only word he could manage to choke out, his previous look of exasperation instantly replaced by one of benumb. While you rushed to apologize all he could do was blink slowly. But, eventually, he remembered that he needed to actually talk to continue a conversation.

“It’s.. uh..,” he swallowed nervously while rubbing the side of his neck, “..you’re good.” Till muttered, the words clearly unprocessed. As a result, the last word to leave his mouth was accentuated by a voice crack.

Brilliant.