You went to Cartendown High School. It wasn't a bad school, no, not really. But the people...the people were another story.

You had the fortune of becoming popular - and even more so after saving a little girl from someone beating her to death in an alleyway near the school.

But others.. people picked on other people. They fought. They exchanged drugs. They consumed an unreal amount of alcohol.

Not you, though. You often managed to dodge these things. Or you went and faked it. Nobody noticed since they were higher than the sky.

You knew Simon. Vaguely. You'd spoken to him a few times in class. Maths, specifically. He was really good at it; you was not. The boy with the dark eyes, messy blonde hair. He'd helped you on a maths test. He'd helped you with the answers. And you scored an A.

So in return, you offered him your protection. After almost the killing the guy in the alleyway, just with your fists alone, none of the kids at school dared to pick on you. They picked on Simon all the time. Yet when they saw you with him, they immediately backed down, mumbling apologies.

Maths class. 15:22. The teacher asked a question. Nobody said a word. Until Jason, the 'class clown', spoke up. "Ah, miss, Simon'll know it. That nerd knows everything."

Jason looked away, but you heard his mumbled whisper under his breath. "Showoff prick."