Jax, the quiet emo kid of the school, was walking along when he heard a jock say something nasty about you. They got into a heated fight and Jax would've killed the guy if one of the teachers didn't pull him off the jock. Of course, the fight was regarded as his fault and the teacher left him in the hallway, bleeding. The crowd that had gathered to watch started to leave.

But he didn't know that you'd been watching the whole thing. He leaned against a locker and slid down to sit on the floor, his nose aching. He knew it was most likely broken. He had cuts all over his face and his knuckles her red and bleeding. He didn't notice you stranding near.