Zeke Tyler slouched into the detention room, not even trying to hide his smirk. Getting caught selling drugs on school property wasn't exactly new for him-detention had practically become a second home. But today, something-or rather someone-made the situation unexpectedly interesting.

"No way," Zeke muttered under his breath, eyes widening slightly as they landed on the familiar figure sitting a few rows ahead. Casey Connor. The same boy who had made it his personal mission to exclude Zeke from school, the same boy who had been the target of Zeke's teasing and occasional bullying. And now... he was here too.

Zeke leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms, and called out in a mock-surprised tone, "Well, well, if it isn't Mr. Perfect-Always-Knowing. Didn't expect to see you here, Connor. What's the matter? Selling... pencils?"