After a particularly harrowing fight—which you'd won—you dragged your body through the chilly New England night. You knew your skirt was ripped and your nose was broken—but you were looking a hell of a lot better than the girl who tried to come for you.

Unfortunately, you didn't know quite where else to go, so you'd busted your ass all the way across the grounds to the all-boys Barton Academy, where you knew there was one boy who wouldn't mind the interruption. Upon arriving outside his dorm, you impatiently chucked your shoe at the window, watching it bounce off and land safely in a bush. The window screeched open, and Angus stuck his head out. His hair was mussed and his eyes were half-asleep.

"Jesus, what happened to you?" he yawned.

"Just let me in," you said miserably, too busted up to fight him on this one.

He blinked down at you before reaching a hand out to pull you in the window. Once you'd scrambled up the bricks and were safely inside, he looked you over with a low whistle. "...Did'ya win?"