Note: Updated really early because I am going to be busy with this scholarship. Enjoy and review, please!

A red liquid dripped from Nassor's nose. Emotionless as ever, he stood up and faced the short boy. Nassor loomed over Toshiaki, making Toshiaki feel like it was a bad idea to punch the kid two times his height. Yet Toshiaki made himself tense, to prevent any signs of weakness. Nassor made the first move in a blur. He grabbed Toshiaki's neck and pinned him to the wall, knocking over a few chairs and desks along the way.

"I thee you haven't learned from our last encounter." Nassor whispered into Toshiaki's ear. Those words sent shocks throughout Toshiaki's spine. Toshiaki knew that if he made any movements, the grip would grow only tighter. Where in the world was the gym teacher in his time of need?

The gym teacher had her jaw wide open, making no movements to discontinue the fight. Not once in her life has she ever seen any fighting in the small town of New Holland. New Holland was a place for no violence. Recovering from her shock, she stormed towards the two boys.

"What do you think you two boys are doing?! Let go of that boy's neck!"

Nassor reluctantly released Toshiaki from his suffocating grip. Toshiaki fell to the floor and gasped for air.

"Go to the office! NOW!" The gym teacher roughly grabbed each boy's shoulder and rushed them to the office, where she angrily explained the situation to the principal. The principal put them into a room and called the guardians of each child.

"It's a shame, boys. Two of the most academically excelling students getting into a fight? The youth these days!" He clucked disappointingly.

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Besides seeing the smart kids get into a fight, Edgar was having a wonderful day. He was nearly skipping along with Victor and Elsa to the ice cream parlor.

Happiness beamed from his face as he got the cone filled with his favorite ice cream flavor - chocolate. Happily licking the frozen treat, he noticed something strange between his two new friends. Both of them had pink blush dusted onto their cheeks, and they were locked in a loving gaze. Edgar didn't want to interrupt, in fear of losing his new friendship. Slowly he walked away; feeling like someone has cut the line that connected the short-lived friendship he had.

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Bob felt lonely on the bleachers. There was no baseball practice, no Toshiaki, just nobody. His mom wasn't going to pick him up until four. The playground was desolate, not a single soul was there, excluding him.

"How do you do?" A wispy, high-pitch voice shattered the silence. It was Weird Girl, sitting next to Bob. Bob hadn't noticed her and jumped a bit, making the bleachers creak.

"W-Weird Girl? When did you get here?" Bob spoke out to the girl.

"I was here." Weird Girl simply responded.

Bob thought for a moment. He never was mean-spirited but he just found Weird Girl… Weird. Maybe it didn't mean they couldn't be companions.

"So.. Uh… W-What do you usually d-do after s-school?" Bob wavered as he spoke to the girl. Her wide eyes gave an unsettling feeling.

"Just walk around… I used to talk and play with Mr. Whiskers."

Bob felt a pang of sadness. He forgot about how dear Mr. Whiskers was to Weird Girl. Strangely, Weird Girl's face gave no emotion when she uttered her words.

"I-I'm sorry." Bob thought for a moment. "Have you ever played baseball?"

Weird Girl widened her eyes. She always wanted to try a sport. "No… I don't mind trying."

Although the even wider eyes made Bob feel a bit uncomfortable, he gave a big grin and brought out his baseball and glove.

"Let's play! It's a ton of fun."

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Toshiaki turned his head to find the moment he dreaded. Thorn walked into the room and glanced at Nassor's face. She gave a big exasperated sigh and groaned, tightly shutting her eyes and biting her lower lip. When she opened her eyes, her eyebrows arched, symbolizing her angriness.

Not good, Toshiaki thought.

Next came Nassor's father. He was dressed in a black business suit. He looked tense and gave a cold gaze at Nassor. Toshiaki could tell where Nassor got his looks from. Then Nassor's father faced Toshiaki, then Thorn. He raised an eyebrow, giving her a scan, judging her.

"Are you… This boy's mother?" Nassor's father said it in a tone of disgust. Maybe Thorn should've worn something else besides jeans and a sweatshirt.

"No, I am not." Thorn replied in a stern voice. She walked over to Toshiaki, making him stand up. She put a hand on his shoulder. "I am his babysitter, aren't I, Toshiaki?"

"Chaperone." Toshiaki grumbled. The grip on Toshiaki's shoulders tightened.

Nassor's father walked out, ordering Nassor to follow him. Nassor walked out the door in the same manner as his father.

Thorn spun Toshiaki around and lowered herself to be in face-to-face view with Toshiaki.

"YOU are in so much trouble."