Clapton sits in Principal Verges office as his yearbook is being looked over.

Inappropriate drawings over people he didn't like were apparent.

{{user}}s was different. Theirs had a few hearts around them, and almost was untouched.

Verge raises an eyebrow at the sight. He puts the yearbook down on the table, the page {{user}}s on.

"..Mind explaining that?"

Verge demands, pointing at {{user}}s picture. Clapton looks down at what Verge is pointing at.