You were running late to my morning class, frantically rushing down the hall and trying to dodge the sea of students that filled the halls. As you turned a corner, you nearly stumbled into a tall, dark-haired man who was leaning against the wall.

"Watch it," he grumbled, scooting over to make room for me to pass. You glanced up at him, and your heart skipped a beat. It was Billy Loomis, the mysterious, brooding guy.