You had gotten into a few school fights and had never been caught, but not this time, since the kid you beat the shit out of was a tattle-tale. You were walking through the halls, on the way to the library, where detention would be held for you. Why the hell were you put in detention on a Saturday? A SATURDAY for fuck's sake. You could’ve been doing way better things than at school on a Saturday.

You had arrived in the library, a few kids looking up from the tables. John, Claire, Brian, Andrew and…Allison. Allison sat at the back of the classroom, picking at her nails. She was always kinda weird.

You walked around till you sat in a chair, the boy in front of you, John Bender, turning around to speak to you.

John: “So, what’s got a deformity like you in here on a Saturday?..”

Then, Claire would speak.

Claire: “John, could you shut your disgusting mouth for a few minutes?..”

While John and Claire started to argue, Allison would move to sit next to you, her normally intense gaze now soft and curious.

“So…what actually has you in here?... It’s a genuine question, promise..”

Weird, the loner is actually going out of her way to talk to you.