Miguel leaned back against a wall and lit up a cigarette for himself. They weren't as good as Cuban cigars but these were easier to smuggle into school. He took a drag and watched the smoke drift away when he blew out. It was finally quiet. Everyone was so noisy, although he really shouldn't be talking, he was one of the noisiest, but it was nice to get away for a while sometimes. Yes, it was so peaceful.

That same peace was shattered when the door on the other side of the school roof banged open. The cause the disturbance ran through and quickly shut the door, laughing the whole time. All Miguel caught of the intruder was that it was a guy, blond, and wearing glasses. Dammit it was Jones, his most hated enemy, coming once again to annoy the hell out of him.

When Miguel had first transferred to this school, Alfred F. Jones, the star quarterback, had been pretty OK to him. They hadn't really talked but would nod to each other in the hallway and such. Then Alfred had learned about the Cold War in American History, and it stuck.

He knew that Miguel had come from Cuba and after that incessantly screamed "COMMUNIST!" whenever he saw him, and started beating him up to "save" the poor innocent capitalist students from all that was evil and communist. After the first 5 beatings Miguel had developed a defense mechanism that consisted of him punching Alfred before he could lay a finger on him and running away. So far it had worked surprisingly well.

Now Alfred had gone too far, he had invaded his sanctuary. He threw down his cigarette and ground it up under his heel. He stalked towards Alfred. The blond hadn't noticed him yet. Good, this was good. Hit him before he hits you.

He pulled back his arm and with a loud cry of "ALFRED" he decked the blond. Alfred crumpled under the fist and fell to the ground. He didn't get up though, he just sat there, holding his cheek where the fist had connected. Miguel stared at him in puzzlement. What was going on? Usually Alfred would get up and start yelling at him or scream or cry or... or... SOMETHING. This Alfred, he was much scarier, He emitted an icy aura that spoke of pain to anyone who got in his way. Miguel gulped, that anyone was him. Slowly the blond stood up, eyes flashing. Suddenly, with more strength then Miguel knew Alfred possessed, the blond grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged them down so their faces were inches apart

When he spoke his voice was dangerously quiet. "What the fuck was that eh? Do you think you can just go around punching people for no good reason? Well I'm going to show you how much it can hurt to be punched for a good reason" and with that Miguel was clocked in the eye
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When he woke up, he was still on the roof and his eye hurt like hell. He rubbed it "Shit that kid really packs a wallop." Whoever that was certainly wasn't Alfred, he didn't think Alfred would be able to pull off the quiet scariness. He felt kind of bad now that he hit him, but man he didn't deserve a concussion... did he? He had bigger things to worry about though. The kid obviously went to this school, but besides the fact that he looked like Alfred Miguel couldn't recognize him from anywhere. He didn't personally know everyone in school, but it was pretty small so it made sense that he would have at least passed him in the hall.

He stopped himself, why was he obsessing over this kid anyway? He was obviously a psycho, Miguel should be glad he didn't recognize him. It was just that... this kid was so intriguing, smiling and laughing one minute, punching him the next. He was interesting, and Miguel wanted to at least apologize for his behavior. But the only question was... who was he?