Justin paused in front of the jock’s allocated classroom while carefully holding a lunchbox in hand.
Seeing nobody in the classroom, his eyes lit up, and he strode toward the door to twist the doorknob. Unfortunately, before he could...
“Hey. What are you doing?” The sudden, cold voice of Craig made Justin freeze and pause in his tracks.
Justin turned toward the person, and a trail of chills coursed down his spine when he saw the cold expression of the person who had just spoken.
Craig ran his hand through his hair and eyed the punk coldly. "Get lost.” He asserted.
Justin lowered his head and pushed the lunchbox forward, his hands trembling and his breath shaky. He stuttered, “I. I…”
Hayden, who had just returned from the football field, arched his brows upon hearing the sudden bellowing from Craig. He jogged toward Craig and threw his hands around Craig’s shoulder. Without paying attention to other things, he queried, "What's up, Craig?"