I don't usually write Waterloo Road but lately I've been enjoying it more so I decided to write this. I'll try and update as much as possible however at the moment my computer is broken and I have to write this and upload it on my phone. Hope you enjoy :)

The wind lashed at Imogen's face as she rushed quickly home. She'd stayed back to finish off her art portfolio and turned down Connor's offer of a lift home. Her coursework was almost overdue and she'd been hurrying to get it done on time.

She shivered and picked up her pace a bit, mentally cursing herself for not bringing a coat to school and pulling her blazer around her tighter.

The back streets were mainly empty that day, which was strange because usually there were people loitering behind the flats making dodgy deals or gangs beating someone up. Rounding the corner she noticed a figure ahead. A man, with his hood up and his hands shoved into his pockets. Naturally, Imogen felt a little nervous. These streets weren't known for being the safest, in fact Connor had told her on many occasions that he wasn't comfortable with her walking this way alone. But she was freezing and this shortcut took almost ten minutes off her journey. Besides, what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

As the man got closer he looked up at her, she tried to avoid eye contact with him but couldn't help but feel an odd sense of familiarity in his face.

'Well well well, who've we got here? Little Immy Stuart!' I familiar rough voice said to her. She jumped, startled.

'Steve-O?!'