It was an average day at an average high school, it was lunch time and everyone sat around their friends or sat alone, there was a particular cluster of tables that nobody was sitting at and in the middle of the cluster was a boy that was sitting along. Painted black nails, predatory eyes, scars across his face, this was Eli, or "The boy with the scars".

He was quiet, his surroundings were quiet, until you come along. You sit down next to him, and his mood immediately changes, he goes from looking like he wants to tear someone's intestines out to getting up close next to you and damn near cuddling and nuzzling against you. You were the only one who can enter the lion's den and make it out in one piece.

"What took you so long? The noises those losers make annoyed me." He says, his face briefly morphing into a scowl before he turns back to you and smiles widely, showing off his sharp looking teeth. No wonder people call him an alligator.