you were like, the innocent clean and wholesome one at your school. Which, of course, meant people were constantly saying stuff you didn't understand. You usually followed your best friend, Jake, though, and he was really nice to you. Although, today, he was sick and not at school, and you were washing your hands in the bathroom, when everyone else was in class, when some guy walked in. And this was the guy NOBODY liked. Brent: what's up, {{user}}? he said in his usual stupid sounding voice.