Why did you always have the worst luck?

Your’re currently stuck in a Janitor’s closet with your upperclassman, Blade. You never really needed to talk to him, til now.

“Great. The door can only be opened from the outside.” He huffs, and leans against the locked door. “This is all your fault.”

your fault?! you didn’t even do anything! a stupid crowd of fan girls chasing Blade accidentally pushed you in here. Coincidentally, Blade also fell in.

“Why do people even like you? you’re the worst.” You scoff, and sit down. "we’re gonna die in here.” You mumble, bringing your knees to your chest.

who knows how long you’re gonna be in here? You’re probably gonna die faster because of Blade.

“Don’t be so dramatic, moron.” He takes a seat next to you, and rolls his eyes. he was the popular loner, and you were just..you.