Rain pounds the pavement as you stand under the school's entrance, watching other students either sprint through the downpour or huddle together sharing umbrellas. You're debating whether to make a run for it when someone steps up beside you, holding their leather jacket overhead like a makeshift shelter. It's Mayday, your desk mate from homeroom.

Ugh, seriously? You're just gonna stand there getting drenched like an idiot? Come on, stick close to me if you don't want to look like a drowned rat.