Ken had started counting how many times he had been thrown to the ground today. Five. If you wanted to know, he had been thrown down five times so far today. It was going to be six in another three seconds by the time Freddy was done with him.

"Next time brat," Freddy threatened, getting dangerously close to Ken's face. "When I tell you to stay in the locker, you better stay there. I don't know how you got out last time- but this time I'll make you stay in your place!"

Ken gave a groan of discomfort from being in pain that somehow gave Freddy the allowance to roughly pick Ken up by the collar. Nearby in the music room, some kids were practicing for the school's talent show. Silently, Ken prayed that one of them would stop for just long enough to save him. Freddy could hear them too, and snickered a bit.

"They're not going to save you." Freddy told Ken as if he could read his mind, "No one in this school cares about you, brat!"

"I don't think any one really cares about you either Freddy." a voice said from the music room door. "But at least people don't attempt to stuff you in a locker every Wednesday."

Both boys turned their heads to look at the source of the voice. It came from a rather pretty looking girl with blue hair that was curled at the ends and matching blue eyes that somehow looked to be sparkling under the school's poor lighting.

"Bridget!" Ken unintentionally squeaked in praise. His savior looked at him in a confused way that made him realize that she didn't exactly know her name. Funny thing though, she's come to his rescue so many times before and yet she still didn't know his name... but he knew hers.

"Let the military brat go Freddy." she warned.

"You can't make me you sl-"

"That's no way to talk to a lady." a voice said as a tall boy with messy black hair and piercing amber eyes came out of the music room. Upon seeing him, Freddy immediately dropped Ken.

"V-Viktor... I-I-I wasn't going to hurt the brat, promise!" Freddy instantly began to stammer. Viktor said nothing but stared the bully down. Quickly, Freddy scrambled away without any other instruction.

"Are you alright?" Bridget asked as she helped Ken get up.

"Yeah." Ken said coolly, although he couldn't control his body from trembling.

"Are you sure?" Bridget asked as she started to reach toward his forehead, "You have a big bruise right..."

"I'm fine!" Ken said quickly as he jumped away from her reach. Bridget recoiled as well, an act that made Ken fear that he had made her upset.

"Come on Bridget," Viktor said from the door. "We promised Mrs Delarosa that we'd borrow the music room for ten more minutes, let's not put her kindness to waste."

Bridget turned to look at Viktor.

"Alright." she agreed with a small smile. "Let's finish practice and we'll go out someplace."

With that, the duo forgot about Ken and left him standing in the hallway. It didn't bother him that much- at least they had come to help him. Not everyone did that, if they did. Bridget was different and he liked her for that. Even though he found it pathetic that she was the one saving him all the time- maybe one day things will be different...?

. . .

Bridget's fingers anxiously drummed on the plastic lunch tray. Viktor was trying to tell her something, but she was unknowingly tuning him out. Her vision was locked on that boy she had helped earlier (helped many times, she realized) as he sat alone at a lunch table that was across the room from where she sat.

"Bridget, I need you to listen for a moment." Viktor's voice then rang loud and clear as her old friend placed his hand on hers to gain her attention. Bridget jumped a good three feet out of her seat in surprise. She had also ended up whacking her knee into the table that shot a very high level of pain of her leg. Bridget let out a squeak in pain as Viktor waited for her to settle down again.

"Sorry." Bridget eventually apologized. "My mind was somewhere else..."

"Go sit with him." Viktor told her in a manner that caught her by surprise. She looked at him for a minute in confusion, in return, he stared at her solemnly.

"You do this every day Bridget," Viktor told her calmly, "If you want to sit with Kentin then go ahead."

"Only if you come with me." Bridget said meekly. Viktor gave his response with a stare. "I don't want to die alone..."

"It's your decision."

Bridget looked at Viktor hopelessly before beginning to stand up. But as Bridget started to swing her leg over to leave, Lucy came over and sat down beside her- giving Bridget the initiative to sit back down again. The two exchanged a look and Lucy immediately knew what was going on.

"Are you having your 2KEC already?" Lucy asked with a faint smile on her lips.

"My 2K what?" Bridget asked, looking at Lucy as if she had gained another head. Lucy rolled her eyes playfully.

"Ken Kindness Existential Crisis." the raven haired girl said as if it were as simple as telling the weather. Both Bridget and Viktor gave Lucy the same bewildered look.

"Hey," Lucy then told Bridget, "If you want to commit social suicide by talking to him, go ahead. I won't stop you from creating some kind of romance novel thing- you deserve it after Viktor decided your relationship was platonic."

For some reason, hearing it out loud made Bridget cringe. She and Viktor had been close to each other since kindergarten, and last year she thought about getting into a relationship with him since they were so close any way- but he shot her down kindly, admitting that he had only saw her as a sister and that he felt that a relationship between the two of them wouldn't have changed a thing for them. With this embarrassing memory taking over her mind, Bridget no longer felt like she wanted to sit next to Viktor and Lucy anymore.

Wordlessly, Bridget gathered her things and got up to go sit with Ken. Neither of her friends bid her farewell, they only stared at her in a way that Bridget could feel burn through her chest and into her heart. As she got closer to Ken, Bridget began to realize that he was staring into space and seemed to be smiling about something. Even after she had sat down next to him, Ken didn't fully realize she was sitting across from him for a good five minutes. When Ken did finally notice her, his reaction was nearly priceless and it had made Bridget giggle a bit.

"D-don't laugh at me!" Ken told her nervously as his face started to flush in a deep red color.

"Sorry." Bridget apologized, partially meaning it.

"W-why did you want to-" Ken started to say but Bridget was quick to stop him.

"I'm here to eat, not to talk." Bridget quickly told him. "I will ignore you if you try, so just don't."

For a moment, Ken looked at her then started to smile brightly.

"Thank you." he said, believing that thanking his savior this way would have been the easiest. True to her word, Bridget said nothing back as she stabbed her fork into the school-made meatloaf.