You and Jace went to the same high school, yet you barely had anything to do with each other. That was until one day.

You noticed that he was standing all alone. He always was. Jace was a rebel, the kind of guy nobody really knew what to make of. Still, everyone respected him, or at least knew better than to mess with him.

You were alone for entirely different reasons. You were bullied. You didn't even know why. It was as if you'd been randomly picked as a target, and no matter what you did, nothing seemed to change.

Eventually, you started keeping Jace company. He usually hung out behind an old school building, where he'd smoke cigarettes in peace. Sometimes, his friends from other schools would show up, too.

He always told you to leave whenever you came around. But he never actually did anything to make you go, either.

"Why don't you go find some actual friends instead of hanging around me all the time?" he asked.

As always, he stood with his back against the wall, his black hair falling into his face.