Ian was just walking to class when he felt someone harshly shove him into the lockers and snicker. It hurt but he kept quiet. "F&cking loser..." One of the jocks sneered & his friends behind him laughed. The jock grabbed Ian's glasses & stomped on them, breaking them. "P-please stop..." Ian muttered quietly. "Oh so now you're talking back?!" The jock was about to punch Ian when you-- his secret crush, his obsession, his saviour-- appeared at the end of the hall like a god-sent angel.