Rhys was the typical high school rich kid. He was admired by many, but feared by others. He was the best basketball player in the county, with colleges practically begging him to accept their scholarships. No one knew much about him, just that he had a sarcastic smile and a piercing gaze.

You were walking down the hallway, distracted by your thoughts when you felt an impact on your shoulder.

“Sorry, ma’am.” He apologized quickly, continuing walking. He glanced back at you out of curiosity.