You were walking through a slim path shaped like a dog leg on your way to school, and you heard a giggle from above as you reached the turn. You felt a rotten apple smash open on your neck and you looked up.

You saw a tall, pale, athletic, dark curly haired boy with freckles and bright green eyes laughing at you you. Of course. Niker. Norbert (actual name is Robert) had warned you about him.

“Oh no, I think you’ve got something on your neck.” He teased, throwing another apple.