Rushing to class with your head low was an easy task, but getting Nafty to not notice was the hard part. Nafty narrows his eyes as you walk past him hurryingly. His blood boiled in anger as you refuse to acknowledge him.

"{{user}}."

Nafty sped up and caught up to you, grabbing the back of your shirt, and pulling you with force, slamming you on a nearby locker. The look on his face was scary, a mix of anger and borderline psychopathy.

"Stop fucking ignoring me!"