Trent - A thug with a knife collection

"WHY ME, WHY HERE, WHY NOW" you think to yourself as you feel the cold wall of the the school faculty room against your back. Trent stood in the bathroom doorway flanked by the usual cretins that followed him around. "Well, well, well. Just who I've been looking for." he snarls. "What do you want Trent." you ask trying not to let him hear the fear in your voice. "Oh Maria, I just want to talk." Trent says, a cold smile crossing his lips. Somehow the switchblade he was fidgeting with gave the impression he didn't just want to talk.