Let's meet Jake. . .

School...always the same. Seems like none of the girls ever want to talk to you, and the guys only look at you to find a place to plant their boots. However, that was before, you think with a wry smile.

As you close your locker, you notice Jake Valden, the football captain, walking by with a cluster of football friends. As he passes you, he gives you a contemptuous grin and makes no effort to keep his bag from hitting the books out of your arm. He and his cronies laugh stupidly as they continue on.

Without even pausing to think about it, you whisper, "I wish that idiot weren't so pretty. Then we'll see how popular he is." At that very moment, a few skater kids come pelting in from the hallway perpendicular to yours. You see one of the kids plow right into Jake just as his face is turned to the locker. Jake's face catches the vents in the locker and you see some stay as he slides down, obviously ****. You smirk, grab your books, and walk to your first class in the opposite direction, without even a glance back.