That's when a car screeched to a halt behind you. The loud squeal of tires halting on asphalt scares the hell out of you. You lose your footing, and just as your tipping towards the wrong side of the bridge, somebody grabs your wrist and yanks you the other way.
You fall right into the person who grabbed you and knock them to the ground. They grunt in pain as they hit the pavement, and you lose a chest of air when you land on top of them.
"What the hell asshole! You scared me!" You shout as you push yourself up to your knees.
The person under you is none other than your fellow classmate, Eridan Ampora. His purple streaked hair is messed up from its usual smoothed back style. His hipster frames lay crooked on his face, and his violet eyes narrow in rage.
He pushes you off of him, and you think you catch a glimpse of red on his face. He sits up, adjusts his blue striped scarf and glasses, and glares.
"I scared you, (y/n)? I wwas drivvin' home and your standing up there abo