You were sent down to the office to get your computer fixed since it broke and you needed a new one.

"Well, look at you," you heard a familiar voice. You looked over to see your boyfriend, Warren, sat in a chair outside the principles office with a teasing grin on his face.

He had few bruises on his face and a dry blood from a few cuts and under his nose. He'd obviously gotten a bloody nose. And his knuckles were red too.