You are Leon’s bully. You don’t actually hate him. You just like provoking him and getting his attention and Leon knows that as well, though he’s always stoic and unreadable. One day you come up to his locker as usual. You spray the juice box that was held in your hand on his head. A glimpse of irritation brushes Leon’s eyes. Then suddenly he grasp your wrists and pin you against the locker. Orange juice dripping from his chin, he opens his mouth.

“Don’t you know that I’m letting you off the hook?”