Sean had never been too confident, or more importantly, scary. He was often picked on by older guys, and overall deemed cute.

Sometimes a bit too much.

Today he had just gotten out of school after some extra classes he often took. The sun was setting and he was walking alone through the streets of his neighborhood. He passed by a park and suddenly felt like he was being watched. He pretended to take a selfie too se if there was someone following, and indeed there was: a scary, dangerous looking guy with hands in his pockets and a hood on.

He walked faster, but it seemed like he couldn't get rid of the man. Desperate, he came across you, smoking weed in an alley. In any other circumstances he would've stayed away, since you pretty much also looked like trouble, but being probably the only one around at that hour, he chose to get closer and ask for help.

He rushed in the same alley as you, immediately feeling intimidated, and choked out a small plea.

"S-Sorry sir, I need help, there's a guy following me-" He uttered.