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I woke up the next morning with a pounding headache, and it didn't surprise me when I tried to get up and couldn't move at all.

I was so sore from the beating the thugs from yesterday, along with Sonny at school, had given me that I was completely immobile. I found it very surprising, however, that I was actually in a good mood. Maybe it was the kitten curled up on my chest who lifted my spirits.

Speaking of which... I thought. "You need a name." The kitten's eyes opened to stare at me, and her tiny tongue flicked out of her mouth to lick her nose. She let out a small mewl, and I laughed quietly.

"How about...?" I thought, but nothing came to mind. I sighed and forced myself into a sitting position. I thought through all my favorite TV shows, movies, My favorite authors, and finally came to a conclusion. "Maka." It was simple, I don't know what it means but I like the name. The kitten purred and licked my hand and I petted her for a moment before picking her up and walking outside. I was in my pajama pants, but I had no shirt on, but I was sure Maka needed to do her business, and until I could get a litter box, I'd just have to deal. She walked around quietly while I sat on the front steps watching her and letting the sun ease the soreness of my aching body.

My breath caught in my throat when I saw a motorcycle come to a halt in my driveway. I got to my feet and picked up the kitten, cradling her in my arms. I wondered who it was for a moment, until he took his helmet off.

Of course. Sonny had come to pay me a visit.

He hung the helmet on one of his handlebars and walked up to me. He stopped in front of me, and his eyes went from mine to Maka's. She blinked at him. He stood there for a moment, awkwardly toying with one of his black fingerless gloves. The leather jacket, black jeans, and combat boots he was wearing only added to his creepy aura.

He cleared his throat, and then spoke. "How are you from uh... from yesterday?" He shifted from foot to foot.

I shrugged. "Sore..." I looked down at Maka, who was still staring at the stranger dressed in black in front of her.

He ruffled his hair and let out a sigh. "Uh.. so.. I just saw you sitting here and figured I'd stop by, ask you how you are..." He reached forward and scratched Maka behind the ears while I stared at the ground awkwardly.

"Um.. do you want to come in or..?"

"I guess," he muttered nonchalantly.

I turned around and made my way up the steps and back into the house, with my head down. I set Maka down and she ran over to the couch, climbed up the arm, and sat there watching us both.

"Do you want something to drink or...?" I asked quietly.

He shrugged. "I'm good." He took a seat on the couch, and I sat down on the other end."So about yesterday..." he started.

"How bad were you hurt..?"

"Not too bad... I've been beat up worse.." I winced away when he touched the bruise on my cheek, partly because it hurt and partly because I was scared he'd hit me. He pulled away quickly, and apologized.

After a moment, he spoke. "You know the only reason I am the way I am at school is to keep my rep. It's nothing personal against you."

I looked away and tried to ignore him as he went on. "You actually seem like a pretty decent person..." He paused.

"Where are your parents?"

I looked up at the mention of my mom and dad. "You mean my older brother. He's out partying. My mom and dad are dead." I looked away, trying to look void of emotion.

"I.. I'm so sorry..." He put a hand on my arm. I flinched away again, and I heard him let out a heavy sigh. "You know you don't have to act like it hurts you just to be touched by me."

I stared at my hands without answering. "Is it true you've been to jail?" I blurted out. I didn't know where it came from. It just... escaped somehow.

He looked taken aback. "I... yeah. I've been once to jail, twice to a juvenile detention center back in Oregon. You wanna know what for?" I was surprised to hear eagerness in his tone. I shrugged slightly, and nodded. "I guess..."

"I went to juvy when I was twelve, for four months. I robbed a small gas station on the outskirts of town. I went to jail when I was sixteen for cocaine possession." He gave me a proud smirk, and I frowned.

I started to ask about the third time, and then stopped myself.

I probably didn't even want to know.

He shrugged and stood up. "Wanna go to the park or something?"

I looked at him. "Why the sudden eagerness to hang out with me? Yesterday you were calling me a faggot and tripping me in the school hallways."

"I told you dude. I have to keep my rep. You act tough, you don't get challenged. By anyone. Plus. I kind of feel like... I don't know.." he shrugged. "You seem like a pretty cool guy.

I want to get to know you more."

"Just go.." I murmured, and he shrugged. "Whatever. Change your mind, talk to me." He walked out the door, and I shut my eyes. I regretted making him leave. Sure, he was really hot tempered and annoying, but part of me found it kind of cute.

I felt Maka nuzzling my hand, and sighed. "What am I going to do about him?"

Next Update: Nov/13. Thanks for reading

The reason why I named the cat Maka is because it's my mother's name. I thought it would be cute.