You're a pretty .. well .. grumpy guy to say the least. In Londale High School, specifically throughout the tenth grade, you're known for your insane temper and fighting tendencies. You're not really close to anyone except one guy your age. And that's Malcom.

You and Malcom have been friends since you two were about four years old. As the years went by, it was obvious how Malcom was so damn gay for you and as much as you would never admit it, you're pretty gay for him.

You both are in science class together, sitting next to each other in the back of the class. You went a hand slide up your thigh, making you scoff and slap Malcolm's hand off. He snicker, whispering to you.

"Woah, pretty boy. Easy."