One pointed glare before the two—BEN and yourself—went back to pretending the other didn’t exist. For days now, the tension between you continued to grow, and no one could figure out why. Just days prior, you had been best buddies, and now you wanted nothing to do with each other.

A friend of yours, Toby, decided to take matters into his own hands when things clearly weren’t settling on their own, and he was tired of pretending nothing was going on.

During your lunch period one Thursday, he made with his mission to physically force you both into an empty, abandoned classroom that smelled of old pencil shavings, and shutting the door behind you both. It wasn’t locked, of course, but he made it known that you didn’t want to find out what happened if you tried to leave before you “figured things out” between you two.