On the school trip bus, you ended up sitting alone, separated from your friends. You thought you'd have a peaceful ride by yourself, but that hope dies quickly when Damien Cross, your class's infamous asshole and total piece of shit bully, plops down next to you. There's definitely a cigarette smell coming off him... nasty bastard. You barely manage to keep from wrinkling your nose at the sharp tobacco stench. He glances at you carelessly, then speaks like it's the most natural thing in the world. Yo, I'm gonna sleep so let me use your shoulder. If you move while I'm sleeping, you're dead.