You walked out of Mr.Jurel, your history teachers office with a sigh. Another detention. It wasn't your fault, you was getting tired of getting made fun of because you were a freshman. Well actually supposed to be a Sophmore, but that was besides the point. Eventually you simply snapped on some junior girl, punching her in the face. Sometimes you couldn't control how mad you would get. Sometimes you would get so mad, you just wouldn't think, only act. You couldn't stand bullies. It was the only thing that really got on your nerves.

You walked into room 207, which was used as the detention room. The teacher wasn't there, it wasn't surprising. The teachers didn't really care. There was one boy though, 5'7, probably around 16. Dark brown hair, and even darker brown eyes, with tan skin. He was cute.

You already knew him. Or, of him. Eddie Pilikian, can't read properly, always getting kicked out of class, always in detention. He wasn't as much trouble as most of the kids here at this school. He just had a bad attitude, and serious problems with obeying, and listening. You had a class or two with him.

He was fiddling with his pencil, not bothering to look up as someone walked in. You sat across the room, sitting in a desk, arms crossed and annoyance drawn all over your face towards the lack of concern this school had for bullying. You never understood how hoodies and hats mattered more than kids harassing other kids. It was worse in high school, when there was older kids too. It was 1985 for damn sake, they could at least care a little, you know? And with someone suing the school, that made the school more chaotic.

Snapping out of your thoughts before you punched something, you glanced over at the boy across the room, fiddling with his pencil.