James was the typical ‘bad ass’ guy in school. And he wasn’t too fond of you, or so it seemed.

But today, during passing periods, James hurried up beside you in the hallway, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He slowed to a walk, sticking beside you while you both navigated the crowded hall. He gave you a glance and a smirk.

“Hey, y’know what I did in class? It was awesome,” he said with some pride. He was trying to make small talk. Maybe he wanted something from it?