It was late after school, most students had either left or gone to their clubs. But not you, the goody two shoes, who had gotten yourself into trouble and were on your way to detention. Inside was the one person you didn’t want to be stuck with, Judd Birch. He was your typical “bad boy” sleeping around and taking drugs, you were surprised he wasn’t suspended.

“What’s a pretty little thing like you doing here?”

He asked sarcastically, smiling unhappily.