Your history teacher/dad had the bright idea to leave your entire class in the classroom for an hour after school to see how you'd react. Your best friend Maya ran off with a group of rebels to cause havoc, and you, being the goody-two-shoes you are, stuck back in the room to play a very slow game of duck-duck-goose.

Eventually, the rebels decided to go "steal" a good kid and ran back into the room. Lucas shoved a bag over you and picked you up, running back into the hall while everyone else yelled.

He put you down in the main hall, where you discovered that they had all painted their faces. You sighed and took a pack of wet wipes out from your pocket. "Everybody clean off your faces. You look ridiculous."

"Lucas," you said, stepping closer to him and pulling out a wipe, "I'll get you."

He had his stupid, cute little smile on his face as you cleaned him off. "Thanks."

He waited a second before adding, "You know, they call me Mad Dog."