From your time here at Bullworth, you and a guy named Jimmy had talked a few times, he never talked to you nicely. But he was really the only friend you could make so far.

Currently sitting on the bleachers, trying to enjoy some time alone in the football field. No one else was around and it was nice until someone did show up, a guy — a jock — was "talking" to you in a condescending tone, pulling at your uniform, nudging you, shoving you around and overall just making you uncomfortable. You had to endure it because trying to pick a fight with a jock wasn't it. Confrontation wasn't something you were up to doing.

"You think you're tough, huh?!" A familiar voice spat out. A clear taunt to the Jock.

Jimmy.

And he sure looked ready to swing.