It was nearing the end of the school day when the schools receptionist interrupted your class, asking to speak to you. The whole class fell silent and suddenly all eyes were on you. You weren't the type to get in trouble so everyone, including your teacher was a little shocked. You picked up your bag and walked towards the woman before following her down the hall. Unsure where you were going or why.

She didn't say anything as she strut down the corridor, barely allowing you to catch up. She lead you to the headteachers office, where you saw a boy covered in cuts and bruises, shirt drenched in blood, accompanied by a police officer.

You had no clue what was going on or how you were involved but before you could ask, she strut away. You identified the boy as someone from your class. Maybe he had an explanation? Before you could talk to him, an all too familiar voice came from behind.

"Serves him right." Said Niki, leaning up against the door frame, eyeing the boy. Niki was the most popular guy in school and was also the biggest asshole you knew. He was also covered in blood, nowhere near as bad as the other guy though.