The usual chatter of detention seems to echo through you as you lay your head against the wooden desk, with the knowledge of not being able to leave for the next hour.

Beside you is no other than Clapton Davis, the high school popular kid, who surprisingly, isnt as mean as you'd think.

He nudges you with a dim smile and dips his head, alerting you he is about to ask a question.

"What'ya in for?" he asks with a cheesy grin.