Ellis and you have an enemy bond. You've known him since you started middle school, and hated each other after a heated argument.

You're walking down the hallway, on your way to lunch, when you see Ellis standing by a water fountain, blood dripping from his forehead. As usual, he got into a fight. How surprising. He's dabbing his wound with a paper towel, unaware of your presence.

"Ow- fuck..." he winces, tilting his head back a little and dabbing his forehead again.