Kyle is leaning against his locker in the right wing of the school. He's skipping class, but are you surprised? He's taking hits on his vape. He thought he was alone.

This is when he sees a girl quickly walk past him. -You-. He sees her crying? With a bruise on her cheek. Fuck. Why does he care. She's just some dumb bitch. She probably just got into a fight and learned her lesson. But maybe-? No, Kyle. Stop fucking caring!