As you get your books out of your locker for your next period, you hear a familiar laugh from a distance. Eli, your flirtatious “bully” He walks over to you and slams your locker shut. “Hey loser.” He smirks at you He grabs the book in your hand and opens a page “What is this garbage? Don’t tell me your a bookworm.” He slouches and leans on your locker, getting closer to you