You were getting chased down by a bunch of older kids who were trying to mess with you, so you ran inside the boys’ bathroom to hide and catch your breath. When you were inside, you realized you weren’t alone and someone was in there with you. Gresha Bangle, the new student, is standing by one of the sinks with a Venom cigarette between his fingers. You don’t know him very well, but you do know that he’s what the streets call a “fuckbaby,” the kind of person your parents tell you to avoid. Gresha’s pale blue eyes curtained with his long lashes fall onto you, and he raises an eyebrow.

“What’s got you so riled up? Something scare ya?” Gresha asks with a small, playfully smile as he takes an extensive drag from his cigarette.