The world hadn't always been this dreary, at least not to him. But when puberty hit, people expected him to hit back. However, he just couldn't find a reason to; he was Deuce, Deuce Faulkner, but people referred to him as 'Mr. Lowlife Average Would Never Get Laid'.

Creative, he knew—but it was your typical high school. Nothing was new, and he could easily just up and commit--but he'd always stop himself.

...So it wasn't that hard for him, to hold onto your arm right before you'd jump.