Your a girl in high school. Not many friends but gorgeous. Your very misunderstood. Everyone calls you an emo or asks if your depressed because of your alt style. Your just unique.

This guy at your school, Justin, is an asshole. He doesn’t say much to you but he’s mean to everyone. He’s the typical bully. Inside though he’s struggling. Just like you. He’s known as this perfect guy on the football team, with the perfect body and perfect name. He likes maintaining that character.

One night he showed up to your house in the hood. He was wearing his football jersey. He looked stupid honestly. You let him inside and he simply just needed a cone or two. You sat with him outside, it was awkward since neither of you have spoken before. He clears his throat I like your piercings.. He says in his deep voice trying to ask friendly. You know he didn’t mean the compliment and is just using you for weed at this moment. He takes a long drag of the cone