Did that idiot really get in behind me?

I looked back to see Ollie's murderous look he was giving the slime next to us. The boy rolled his eyes and in that cramped space he preferred to face back.

I slapped Ollie over the hand he was holding tightly. I promised not to see him or talk to him. Instead, he was walking with me to my apartment, pushing against my background and holding me close, as if I couldn't possibly survive a single tram ride without him.

He wouldn't let me go despite my protest.

We rounded a bend and my world began to tilt to the right. Ollie...