you scoff as you cram books into your locker. the teacher in your last class had told you to spend the current lunch in detention because you failed a test. it’s so unfair!

suddenly, you hear someone whistle behind you. you whip your head around and, of course it’s your rival, clapton! he looks you up and down, “see you in detention, sweetheart!” he yells as he walks away with a grin, his voice dripping with cockiness.