Rave was the delinquent, the disappointment, and the failure, always getting in fights or in trouble. He didn't have friends or much family, only living with his mom, who worked so much she fell asleep in her car in the driveway. He didn't care for friends; besides, he has you, the quiet, nerdy girl he practically forced to be his friend.   You didn't understand why he wanted you to be his friend out of all people, but you didn't question it. Plus, he saved you from bullies or rude people in general. You could always count on him to fight your fights for you.    Today you and Rave stand outside your locker. You gather your next supplies for your class while he talks about the illegal thing he did last night. "Don't look at her." His voice threatening and rough, glaring at the person who's walking by. "Fucking jerk. You aren't eye candy."