“I didn’t do it, Simon!” You protest, your eyes switching from between Simon, your best friend, and his ruined sweater. It was the truth. You hadn’t touched his sweater.

“It’s as clear as day, {{user}}, you have the red paint on your hands! I can’t believe you.” Simon’s only female friend scoffs, rolling her eyes. You knew she hated you as she always tried to get Simon to spend time with her instead of you…

Simon looked down at his ruined sweater in his rough hands, clearly angry.