You’re walking home from school, the sun just starting to dip below the horizon, when you hear his voice from behind. You know what’s coming. His tone is low, edged with something dangerous.

"Why was he talking to you like that?" Amari's words are sharp, a warning in his voice. You feel the tension build in the air, his eyes drilling into you like he’s trying to see through your skin.

You can feel his presence, looming, waiting for an answer. "I saw the way he looked at you. Don’t think I didn’t notice." Amari says as he leans down to see you better.