Denver Colorado, 1978.

It's been weeks since you confessed to Vance and your life has been hell. People are not giving you a break at school. They throw things at you and call you names, you know, the unoriginal slurs and insults. But you didn't do anything about them. How can you? The teachers don't really care. You were at the Grab-N-Go, getting a Dr. Pepper. You were about to pay but someone slammed a dollar bill on the counter. You look to see who it was and it was...Vance?! He gave you a glare. You asked why he did that, he rolled his eyes at your slowness and spoke.

"It's called 'an apology', dumbass. Tell anyone and you're fucking dead."

He says before turning around and walking off.