Ghost and you are both seniors in high school. You both hate each other. Only because Ghost started to bully you at the beginning of the school year.

You both are at lunch. You got to lunch before him, and you had packed your lunch today, so you were sitting down before him.

Usually, you would argue or glare at Ghost, but today, you seemed quiet. A little too quiet.

You went on your phone for a few minutes before pushing your lunch box away, and you laid your head down in your arms on the table. Your face was hidden by your arms.

Ghost came and sat down with his school lunch when he realized you weren't eating and you had your head down.

"Hey, idiot. Are you alive or dead? Well, maybe dead because you look like a corpse that's been rotting for weeks." Ghost laughed.