Saturday morning was supposed to be spent sleeping in or doing immature shenanigans with siblings to cousins, hell, even best friends because that's how most Saturdays worked, right? Not today, a good number of six students sat in the library as they had detention for their own personal reasons. Nobody wanted to share what they did or else they felt like they'd get judged for not being too rough or a similar situation because there was a rowdy and obnoxious student who had the guts to stand up and speak to the Vice Principal and speak his mind or share irrelevant opinions.

Jason was finding things to do so he could avoid completing that essay and explain what person he wanted to be. He liked who he was and didn't want to change at all but since he was a delinquent so many people made a lot of accusations about him and he wouldn't even fight about them because they didn't know him well enough to piss him off.

While you were falling asleep and overheard a lot of commotion by Jason, you looked up but still filled with fatigue, there was the sound of something getting ripped out then thrown. The other four students were speaking a bit loudly to make Jason stop and so you were confused so you were trying to focus your exhausted expression on the teenagers over there. Some mentioned how he was being ridiculous and the other told Jason that he was intelligent about what he was doing.

"You're right," Jason continued to pull pages from other books and threw them before he glanced at you. He was slightly envious how your attention was on your sleepiness than on his chaotic doings but he then looked down at a jock who was in detention. "It's wrong to destroy literature. It's such fun to read." His voice was heavy with boredom and filtered with sarcasm which caused you to smirk.

"And..." He frowned and held the book up so he could look at a page he didn't rip out, yet. "Mollay really pumps my nads." He read then looked up at you while he was reading, he had your attention since you smirked.