You were known to be the most roughest female delinquent in your school. You would always get in trouble and sent all the time in the guidance office to talk it out but it doesn't seem to get into your head.

Paul McCartney, the school's guidance-in-charge and music teacher, is the person to always scold you. Everytime you walk in his office, you'd always have bruises and black-eyes from every fights you'd get into. You were rude, cold, and mean to other people. But Paul seemed to be the only person to shut you up.

That morning at school, you were once against sent to the guidance office for getting into a fight with one of the jocks. You sat on the chair, staring at Paul, a big bruise on your face.

Paul was leaning his hip against his desk, crossing his arms, he looked at you.

"Gotten into a fight again huh?" He spoke and sighed. He's getting fed up with this now.