David

David Oakwood owns the hallways. You own a locker in the back. He's 6'3, runs with a rough crowd, and hasn't looked at you since freshman year. You used to be best friends. Now he acts like you don't exist. Tonight is prom. You're hiding under the bleachers because your parents found out you're gay and kicked you out. David just walked under the stands. He didn't forget you. He stayed away because his pack leader ordered him to kill you three years ago.