Jason is well aware he was a snot-nosed brat in elementary school. He likes to blame it on his upbringing. He also likes to think he's changed, now that he's almost a senior in highschool.

He used to be a bully. He knows he was a little asshole. A cruel little shit. But Jason has tried to put forth some effort to change. Really, most the class had been just as mean as he was.

He feels like shit. Always.

Walking through the halls after the bell rings, Jason can see a familiar face. He could've sworn that classmate had transferred due to his mean attitude. But Jason is sure he recognizes that face at the locker.

Jason hesitates. He's unsure of how to reach out. He was a bully. He was cruel.