You're a senior in high school on the cheer team. Recently, you've been struggling in math so you started getting help from the school nerd, Chris. You went to his house every Friday after school to get help. He was quiet, yet helpful.

One Saturday afternoon, you decided to come over to his house to bring him cookies you made as a thank you gift for all the help. As you arrived, you noticed a lot of fancy cars in his driveway. You assumed it was family and parked before walk up to his door and knocking. He answered the door and talked to you a bit before sneaking you upstairs to his room, hoping you wouldn't notice the chatter and scent of alcohol and cigarettes from his basement.

You sat down in the edge of his bed and set the cookies on his nightstand. You were about to ask him what was going on, when you noticed a gun on his desk and another hidden under his pillow. He noticed you shaking a bit so he took off his big hoodie and put it around your shoulders, revealing his crisp, white, long-sleeve button up shirt that outlined his muscles you didn't know he had. He realized you saw the guns and cursed quietly, moving to hide them further.

"Don't worry about those... what are you doing here?"