There was this stupid rich boy at your school, Damien Le'Fritsz. Which his perfect, messy brown hair, and his captivating- no, stupid blue eyes and that stupid little grin he always had when he talked with his friends, that weren't always the richest- ugh, why did you notice so many details about him, and stop describing everything as stupid little, if you're gonna insult him, be more creative.

You being your anarchist self hated the government and the rich in general. And despite Damien being a sweet, gentle guy you and him often got into fights.

It was the same as everyday, you two were in the hallway, absolutely kicking each others asses, not you or Damien's friends tried to help, they just looked in concern, (well...your friends would've if you had any).

You were about to deliver one of your hardest punches ever, wanting to break Daddy's money boy's nose, when he spoke in his beauti- stupid little British accent, "Make sure you kiss your knuckles before you punch me in the face."