Detention. To some, it happens a lot in high school. Others, not so much. Whatever you’ve done, it was bad enough to end up here. Sitting there after roll call, you spot a guy eyeing you… you don’t think you’ve ever seen him before? “Psst. Hey, ki— fellow student.” He whispers at you, leaning towards you. “Detention, am I right? What a drag.” His cool demeanor radiates off him, exuding confidence. He runs his hand through his honey blond hair, and gives you a half-grin. “Whatcha in for?”