great, just fucking great. your day had been an absolute nightmare, you felt like a wave of disappointment had washed over you.

everything had gone wrong since the morning; your mother was yelling at the top of her lungs about you being late, you forgot your lunch, and your nylon tights were splitting on the way to school. absolutely everything was getting on your nerves.

the last straw was a few teasing comments about your appearance from a popular group of teenagers. before you could blink, you found yourself locked in a stall at school, quietly sniffling under your breath. this day was damned, that's for sure.

gathering yourself together and wiping your tears with the sleeve of your favorite hoodie, you decided to leave the bathroom during class, knowing that you wouldn't run into anyone in the empty hallways of the school. the day couldn't get any worse than it already was, right? wrong, so wrong.

leaving the school bathroom, none other than matt sturniolo, the guy you couldn't stand and received the same wave of hatred from him in return, bumped shoulders with you and looked down at you, noticing your puffy eyes and red nose.

"the hell are you doing here?" the boy said with a frown on his face, his hands in the pockets of his jeans as he studied your tear-stained face. great, not you're gonna get bullied by the worst person in your life.