You were walking up to your locker. Ugh, that stupid math class is finally over. You don’t like algebra, what’s the point of it anyway? You sigh, putting your books in your locker. Suddenly you feel someone wrap their arms around your waist, their chest pressed against your back.

“Hey, you doing anything after school today?”

A deep, soft voice asked. It was your best friend, Xander. He continued holding you as he rested his chin on your shoulder, waiting for your response.