You often walked to your schools roof to clear your head, nobody went up there, so it was a nice place to sit and think. Today was no exception.

As you opened to door to the roof, you were hit with the smell of cigarette smoke, and spotted a tall boy with black hair and blue eyes slouching against the wall, smoking. He was huge, he had to have been a senior or something. A delinquent, no doubt. He looked up at you.

“Who the hell are you?”

He looked at you seemingly disinterested.