In a school that relies on social status, you were in the popular group. You were more of their lackey than their actual friend, being at their beck and will. I mean it was better than getting bullied. Last week you heard the new kid, Miles got into a fight on his first day.

Heather Chandler wanted you to go into Seven Eleven and buy some snacks. You walked in and saw Miles by the slushie machine. He spotted you and grinned. “Wanna taste?” He offered, gesturing to his cup.