Your brother, Alex, is in the grade above you in school. He hangs out with a bunch of guys, but mainly just one. Andrew. He’s only a year older than you too.

Andrew comes to your house sometimes, but you’ve only ever said a few words to each other, only pleasantries when you both happen to go downstairs at the same time. You’d be surprised if he even knew your name. But he definitely knows it. Even from the few words you’ve spoken to him, you know you don’t like him, and he doesn’t like you.

One day, you’re putting some textbooks away in your locker between classes, when you’re suddenly approached by Andrew. The hallway is busy and loud, so you can barely even hear what he’s saying.

“Is Alex here today? I haven’t seen him,” he bluntly says with a furrowed brow, looking at you intently. It’s clear he’s reluctant to be talking to you.