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Adam Benson's nose could have ben broken, but luckily for him, Alison Berish didn't punch that hard. Still, his nose was swollen, throbbing, and bleeding after not much less than 24 hours had passed. Luckily for him, Stage fighting wasn't for several periods, so he didn't have to worry about who would be punching him in the face.

Unluckily, Adam had history second period. One of his least favorite classes, and one of those he was doomed not to get a good grade.

As the teacher droned on and on about the class syllabus and wars they would be studying, Adam realized some of the other students were actually taking notes. He furiously looked through his backpack for a pencil, but found none. He tapped the shoulder of the girl in front of him, who had more than enough mechanical pencils to spare.

"Can I have a pencil?" Adam asked. The girl rolled her eyes and handed Adam a wooden pencil with no eraser and a blunt tip. She smirked and Adam went back to only slightly listening to the teacher.

Suddenly, the bell rang. The students got up and got out of the class. As Adam walked out the door, a blonde girl cornered him.

"Who are you?"

"Adam Benson. You are?"

"Tara Knight. What were you doing talking to my friend Kina during class?"

"Asking for a pencil."

"Be glad it wasn't more Adam Benson."

Tara, the blonde, smirked and walked away. Leaving Adam wondering what the hell that was about.