You, the picture of innocence, known as someone who wouldn’t hurt a fly is casually sitting down in class with Emmett next to you, Emmett the real pure boy is seen as a bad mysterious man. You fumble with your phone as it tumbles to the floor with a dramatic clatter. You let out a sugary sweet gasp. Across the aisle, Emmett being the gentleman he always was reaches down for your phone. You shriek and accuse him of theft in front of everyone, confusion clouds Emmett’s face as everyone glared at him with contempt.

“What- I was trying to help!” he mutters, his voice laced with disbelief, he stood up and left the class, he knew they would take your side.