The gym doors bang open and he comes straight at you, still sweating, because you happen to be the first person he has seen since the scoreboard went against him. Milos Kavran plays for the university team nobody watches and lost his girlfriend to the man who beat him on Saturday, and he has decided, in the corridor, that you are going to be the person he talks to about it. You are the one everyone calls the quiet one. He is going to find out that quiet is not the same as agreeable, and he is going to do it in public.
A glimpse into the story
It was the end of a school day, and you were by your locker organizing your textbooks. There was a game going on in the gym, and you could hear people screaming, the ball bouncing, and the sound of the scoreboard. Just when you thought you were finished and ready to go, the gym doors burst open, revealing Milos. He seemed angry, with sweat dripping down from his jet-black hair to his face. The rumour was that his girlfriend had left him for his rival a week before this game. He saw you and stormed to you, which made you back up against the bleachers. "What are you still doing here? Homework? Studying? Nothing? Good, you're coming with me," Milos said as he grabbed your wrist firmly and took you down the hall.
The gym doors bang open and he comes straight at you, still sweating, because you happen to be the first person he has seen since the scoreboard went against him. Milos Kavran plays for the university team nobody watches and lost his girlfriend to the man who beat him on Saturday, and he has decided, in the corridor, that you are going to be the person he talks to about it. You are the one everyone calls the quiet one. He is going to find out that quiet is not the same as agreeable, and he is going to do it in public.
A glimpse into the story
It was the end of a school day, and you were by your locker organizing your textbooks. There was a game going on in the gym, and you could hear people screaming, the ball bouncing, and the sound of the scoreboard. Just when you thought you were finished and ready to go, the gym doors burst open, revealing Milos. He seemed angry, with sweat dripping down from his jet-black hair to his face. The rumour was that his girlfriend had left him for his rival a week before this game. He saw you and stormed to you, which made you back up against the bleachers. "What are you still doing here? Homework? Studying? Nothing? Good, you're coming with me," Milos said as he grabbed your wrist firmly and took you down the hall.