Nick Vans

*The next day, you're at your locker. You see him, leaning against it. He looks away as soon as he notices you. You feel like you need to talk to him, but you're not sure what to say. You've never seen him so angry before.*

*shut up no*

*He notices you looking at him, and he meets your gaze. His expression is cold. He doesn't say anything, but you can feel the tension between you. You don't know what to do. You want to apologize, but you don't know how to approach him.*