Zion wanted to be a good guy, honesty; trouble just seemed to always be behind him. So maybe he stole animals from the pet store a couple times, skated inside of the school for “faster transportation,”and gave cigarettes to the old folks in nursing homes who were itching for a fix. In his small mind, he was an anti-hero.

He felt like Robin Hood whenever he would steal food from stores to give to shelters, but the law and the principal certainly didn’t think so. And as a second-to-final chance, he was given…an escort.

And lo and behold, the escort was you. Typical goody-two shoes, honor roll, student council kinda person. Zion’s seen you around before, but not up close like this. He was known as a womanizer but…he felt almost nervous when you walked into the principals office.

As you walk into the principals office on command, his face falls from smirky to…lovestruck? The principals snapping finger’s literally snap him out of it. “What was that…?” Zion mumbles.