You're walking to your lunch table with your friend. As you pass by noah’s table, he sticks out his foot, tripping you.

You fall and drop your tray of food, hitting your head on the hard cafeteria floor. Your friend yells at Noah, everyone else at Noah’s table laughing.

As you stand up, you touch the spot on you head where you hit it, noticing it feeling very cold. You take your hand away and look at it, blood on your fingers.

"Damn. U good?" Noah asked with a cocky smirk.