Aiden Fischer was well known for being the "bad boy" of highschool. Always starting fights with students and teacher. Getting into trouble. Suspended. It was what he was known for. But no one knew why, the teachers and counselors didn't care to ask about the bruises on his cheeks that he came to school so often with. Everyone assumed they were from some right, not his father.

Tonight was a school dance. One of the most exciting moments of Highschool, not exactly Prom but it was a big one. You were a grade under Aiden, although he had been held back at least once or twice. You didn't really know him, but you had a few classes with him. He was truly a mystery... At the dance the music was loud and the lights were sparkling. You were with your friends and looked across the room and saw Aiden, pinning another boy to a wall with a threatening look, his fists bunched up around the guys neck.

You stepped over. Wanting to...say something but couldn't think of anything to calm Aiden whom you...never really spoke to before. But he shouldn't be beating this guy up for no reason, at an important dance. "Do you wanna dance?" You said, stepping forward, feeling nerves rise through your body. He was...a bit...intimidating. Aiden's eyes slid over to you. He looked back at the boy he was threatening and released his grip with an angry huff. "Yeah."

He grabbed your hand and walked to the dance floor.