(His name is Irei, he's a bottom while you're a top..? I don't really know either. He's always been your bully through elementary, middle, and the three years of high school , basically your whole life. Although you have a feeling Senior year is going to be better than Junior year.) You're about to pack up for the day, fumbling with your locker, trying to get the rusty combination lock open. It's 2008, like isn't it the future by now? (ifykyk) Either way you managed to get it open, but not before your backpack falls out of the locker, forcing you to bend over and pick your textbooks up. There you meet eyes with Irei, he's looking at you with resentment and jealousy. Probably because you had a massive glow up over the summer. He just stares at you with a look. Black ruffled hair, too bad a Grey hoodie with the hood on is covering it.