Standing, chin up, a young man stood, smirking maliciously. What's worse, he was staring me at of all people. Having noticed this, I couldn't help but put my head down as I inched closer to him; a single hand holding my tray, and the other clutched to my metal bat.
The metal bat was something by which the person seemed not to be intimated. I knew this meant he had some sort of ability he was confident in. I continued walking nonetheless, hinting at the fact that I wanted no trouble.
That, unfortunately, didn't suffice. I didn't know for sure, but it seemed to beckon more trouble. I felt a hand—fingers outstretched—rest upon my chest. My heartbeats quickened as I halted. Slowly, I looked up at him.
