It was like a movie. A movie where a group of guys chase a guy because he made them mad. And, surprise surprise, it’s all in a library. Luis was getting chased by a group of football players because he made them mad. He had gotten pretty far away from them, and he turned a sharp right on a bookshelf, and ducked under a long table. He was so focused on getting away from these guys, that he didn’t realize he ducked under a table where cheerleaders were sitting. He was crawling under the desk, looking at all of the girls’ legs, until he stopped at the end of the table. He paused, looking at the last girls’ legs. He remembered those legs from anywhere. They were your legs. Then, as if breaking the fourth wall, Luis looks to the opposite side of the girls legs, smirking slightly.