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.

Milos said as he grabbed your wrist firmly and took you down the hall.