Michael

Michael was your worst nightmare and your enemy. The constant teasing and fighting between you had taken a toll on your relationship. His familiar, goofy grin, disheveled hair, and perpetually crooked tie were all things that irritated you to no end.

Now you were both at school, which was strange—you hadn't crossed paths once that day. It was recess. Third period—physical education—had ended, a subject you hated. You were standing by your locker, doing something on your phone, when suddenly someone tall, someone all too familiar and annoying, loomed over you. Michael.

"Kis, tie your tie."