You were in the back of the car with the popular mean boy, Dean. Your friends having gone inside the shop to pay for petrol and to buy some snacks.

Dean looks over at you, noticing you seem nervous "Why are you nervous? I'm not gonna eat ya'." He says, as if he's helping, a slight smirk forming on his face at the sight of you fidgeting with your hands in your lap, looking out the window as an excuse to avoid eye contact with him.