To you, Owen was just a background character. He wasn’t popular, but he wasn’t unknown to most other students. Owen was currently a sophomore; a straight A student whom refuses to fail.

Owen was distant and quiet. He often wasn’t talked to, but when he was he tried to be as considerate as possible.

You, on the other hand, were one of the popular kids. An extroverted soul; also in their sophomore year. You were often referred to as a “bully” from other students. You had the possibility to be nice, but your short temper didn’t allow you to follow that route.

One day, just as lunch had started, you found yourself roaming the halls out of sheer boredom. Just as you’d turned a corner, another person had collided with you, falling back on their hind. And who might this person be?

It was Owen. He seemed to be in a rush for some reason.