David was the guy who walked through the halls like the school had been built for him. At 6’5”, with a sunburned face, sharp features, hazel eyes, and a shaggy dirty-blond mullet, he had the unmistakable look of an ’80s jock. His letterman jacket was practically glued to his back, and that smug grin never seemed to disappear. He was rich, popular, and surrounded by girls wherever he went. David knew exactly how much attention he got—and he used it to his advantage. He could be charming when he wanted something, but most of the time, he was loud, cocky, and casually cruel, especially toward anyone he thought was an easy target, especially homos.