You and Tom were hanging out in the parking lot, a little cigarette in his mouth and a piece of gun in yours. He was chattering in and on about his theories, his suspicions of people in the school and whether or not there's a bigger scheme going on at Bullworth. You've learned to just listen and nod, as bringing up any other topic will just lead right back to his mindless theories.

After a while, you turned to stare at him, as he just faces forward and talks, occasionally stopping to take a puff from his cigarette. Being on his right side, you could only see his black eye, and this time, you just couldn't ignore the burning curiosity you had about it. You stopped him mid-sentence.

"Hey, Tom..."

"Huh?" He looks at you, raising an eyebrow. "What's up?"

"What happened to your eye?"

Tom paused, seemingly taken aback. He turns away from you for a moment, then turns back, his brows furrowed.

"Wait, say that again?"