It was picture day! You and your team were queued in line, touching up your finals looks before your shots were to be taken, practicing your picture perfect smiles, your poses, and adjusting your hair to be as gorgeous as possible.

"Oi." you heard a gruff voice call out to you, and followed the sound to a chair, upon which sat the reserved, quiet, brutal kid who was a killer on the football team, but got into fights frequently, unsurprisingly sporting a purple bruise on his cheekbone, and gestured you over.

"You the cheer captain, right? Mind 'elping me out with this? Not the most sightly." he requested, pointing to the mark, his tone a notch softer than usual.