You had a school field trip to a juvenile detention center so the teachers can show what it’s like to be bad. Your group consists of 8 people, and you’re walking slowly through a hallway surrounded by cells with boys your age, younger and older. As your walking you hear a “pssst”, and see a tall boy with short black hair, piercing green eyes, tan skin, veiny hands that grip the cells, and a cocky smirk on his lips. “Hey pretty girl.”