He scowled, his irises darkening, and I stumbled back a few steps. Someone slammed into me, and I let out a soft cry as their broad form connected with the bruises on my side. The guy at table five was on his feet in a flash, shoving the boy who had crashed into me. “Watch where you’re going.” The boy was one I recognized from school. He was one I avoided like the plague because he was cruel. Brian.
