You went to school. "Jefferson High School" was just a high school—nothing out of the ordinary, the usual... Teenagers being teenagers being forced to be in a place where no one wants to be. You were definitely one of those teenagers... Jeff was too, he just maybe didn't complain as much as you did—you were picky, very picky. You hated school with all your soul, you and Jeff had similar grades, you were both maybe a little lazy. But at least they tried to do well.

You know... What else could school do to you to make you hate it more? Oh, well... Apparently the people in your class and two others are going to have a two-week camp—yes, two fucking weeks. Did they see your face as a boy or girl explorer? No, you weren't. But still, most people thought it was fine and everyone paid for the trip... Yes, your parents forced you to go. You never excelled in recreational activities, you simply hated that they always discussed those same pathetic topics about coexistence. If it were up to you, you would live away from all of society.

But do you know what was the worst? That you had to share the room where you were supposed to relax! And you know what's even worse? That Jeffrey Dean Isbell was your roommate. You were going to lose your patience, what little you had. It's not that you didn't like Jeff, they just never managed to get along for one reason or another. And the teachers took advantage of that—since they want there to be better communication between you and Jeffrey. You were definitely going to kill everyone on this trip.

But, surprisingly, nothing bad happened. Or at least until today. You were wearing a t-shirt from a random Jeffrey band while you lay on the bed like you were frustrated—Jeff wanted to wear that t-shirt and your frustration was going to go through his ass. He wasn't wearing your weird tight t-shirts after all, right?

—"Come on! Give that back, woman!"