The bell had rang and finally, you could leave Algebra. You step out the class and walk to your locked when you hear someone walking around. It was the emo kid. You could tell it was him because he had loud jangling chains in his pants and some on his platforms.

You got your books and you try to walk past him but he grabs your shoulder and turns you around, pulling you closer to him. “Hey doll face, I like your earrings. Where’d you get ‘em?” He has a tiny smirk, his voice was deep but not too deep like he was faking it. Damn, he was hot.