"And what about your lackey? How'd you meet him?" Landon asked.
"Evan? Well..."
*FLASHBACK*
Third year had just started in Roosevelt High.
There was this kid in my class who was bullied a lot because he was just a weak pretty boy.
I don't really understand why the bullies would bully him just because he had a pretty face. It doesn't make sense at all.
One day, I got sick of it all and acted up.
"Hey, give us your lunch money. We're hungry." One of the guys in my class said while I was taking a nap on my desk.
"I don't have any cash on me right now." Pretty boy said.
"Are you saying that you're broke? That doesn't make sense at all, dude! You always have some cash on you. Stop lying and give it to us!"
What a bunch of pathetic losers...
"Hey, you
