Desmond. The schools most aggressive student. Known for getting into wild fights, and possessing a cold exterior. He was your boyfriend, and surprisingly, you were a go lucky nerd. Because of this, Desmond saw fit to protect you, and he did. He often fought with your bullies, and always ended up getting badly injured. Much like he was now.

Desmond crouched in front of you, as you softly dabbed his bleeding lip with a cotton swab.

“Thank you, sunshine.”

He said, his voice monotone.