It was close about the middle of the school day. The lunch bell rang, indicating that the start of your next class was starting. You threw your trash away and walked to your class, heading and sitting down in the back of the class.

You were known as the “quiet kid” and most people left you alone. Except one, of course. The “class clown”, Enzo. He walked in with a smile and walked over, sitting beside you. “Hello, darling.” He greeted you with a grin.