"You're not like all those other girls," Jon commented as they walked through the shopping mall. "Wouldn't you usually be afraid to be in public with me?"

"Maybe I am, who knows?" Kennedy joked. "I'm kidding. You're much more interesting than the people I hang out with usually. You aren't… conventional in a sense."

"I think it's you who isn't conventional. You're a popular girl with money, yet you want to wear sweatpants daily, you listen to rock and metal, and you love to watch wrestling. I think you're teetering on the line-" Once Jon said 'teetering' Kennedy couldn't contain her laughter anymore. Jon brgan to laugh too. "And you have a dirty mind. You are awesome."

Kennedy began to cry as they walked to her car. It wasn't anything special – it was a small four-wheel drive. The two got in, and Kennedy plugged in her iPhone.

"Did you need me to drop you off at home?" Kennedy asked as she started up the ignition. "Jon?"

"Uh, I've gotta wrestle tonight, seeing as though it's Friday." He nodded. "So just down to the Athletic Centre for me." Kennedy smiled as she put the car into drive, and began to go down the road.

Jon thanked Kennedy for the lift, and he walked inside. Kennedy was about to drive back to her house, when she noticed a piece of paper on the floor. She didn't remember there being one earlier. She put the car into park, and picked it up. She opened it. It looked almost like a journal entry, or just someone scribbling on a piece of paper. It wasn't a handwriting she recognised – but then again, it could've been Jon's for all she knew.

I've seen her daily. I'm in a few of her classes, never really ballsy enough to talk to her – just to let her know that I understand the pressure she's under. Let her know that I've noticed her scars behind her legs when she's worn shorts or dresses. I noticed her weight fluctuate immediately. I'm not one to judge – hell, I come from a home where I'm not guaranteed a meal, let alone a warm bed or even a roof over the top of me. There have been days I've slept at friend's houses just to stay out of the rain.

She's not what they expect her to be – and that's something special, admirable. She's different. Just watching the way she interacts with almost anyone she comes into contact with.

Kennedy smiled – as creepy as the note was in places, it was flattering. Someone actually noticed things about her. She pulled into a carpark, and turned her car off. She got out, and was determined to see him wrestle. She paid the whole $5 for a ticket, and she sat not right up the front, but somehow she ended up there. The show began not too long after she sat down. She enjoyed the local talent – it was something completely different from what you see on TV. Soon enough, out came Jon. He looked different than what he did in school. Confident, and cocky – and for some reason, Kennedy liked it. There was something about the way he acted when he was in the ring. He was versing some guy, but Kennedy didn't even notice he was there – she was so focused on Jon. Jon won his match, and got up onto the turnbuckle. He looked down and saw Kennedy. His face changed immediately. He wanted to jump for joy – jump over the barriers even. She cheered for him. Once Jon left the ring and collected his cheque, he went looking for Kennedy. He saw her talking to someone. She turned and saw him, and said her goodbyes.

"You really were amazing.' She smiled as she gave him a hug – a hug he wasn't expecting. He felt his legs turn to jelly.

"Aw, shucks." Jon laughed softly. "Why'd you stay and watch me? I thought you would've had better things to do than watch me run around and bash people."

"Nah, I never do anything Friday nights. If you're gonna keep running around topless, might have to mark it in my calendar." She smiled, blushing. "Did you need me to drive you home?"

"Nah, I'll walk. It's okay." He smiled at her as he walked Kennedy to her car.

"Are you sure?" Jon nodded. "Well, if you're so sure. I'll see you Monday then, I guess." She shrugged as she hugged him again before getting in and starting the car up. Jon smiled and waved as she drove out of the parking lot.

Jon walked the 4 miles home. It was lonely, dark, and slowly beginning to get cold. He saw cars go past, and looked at all the large houses around him. He let out a sigh. There was something inside of him that wished he could have that. Have a loving family, not needing to worry about making sure there's enough money out of the cheque that he got weekly for the rent on their crummy shack, along with the electricity, water and gas (just enough so they don't come after you). Food wasn't even important. Jon finally made it to his street. He looked at his house which was the smallest one, and the most grubby in the court. As he walked closer, he saw his mother's car parked terribly on what was meant to be lawn. He made his way up the path – or lack there of, and opened the front door. The TV was blaring, and he wondered where his mother was. He looked and saw her passed out with a bottle next to her. He shook his head and snorted. Every night was the same. Jon went to his mattress which was in the corner of a very empty room, and sighed. He missed the feeling that Kennedy gave him – and how he was able to forget that he was poor, forget that he had every responsibility possible, and that he forgot how lonely he really was.

"Jon, it's lovely to see you." Serena, the receptionist at the Youth Centre smiled at him. "You know the way." He smiled weakly at her. He walked into the main room, where there were a group of girls sitting around talking. He walked over to the couch, and flopped down. He heard a familiar voice.

"So if you want to talk privately, that's alright by me." Jon looked up, and saw Kennedy sitting there.

"So you won't go..tell anyone?" A voice squeaked.

"Not unless I feel it's absolutely necessary, Jazz. By that, I mean if you're going to harm yourself, or anyone else."

The girls all got up and split – and Kennedy made her way over to Jon. She sat down next to him. "You look like shit."

"Thanks." He mumbled as he pushed his hair out of his face.

"Jon, seriously. I can sense something's not right. Wanna talk? Privately?" She looked at him. He wouldn't give her eye contact. She touched his hand and he instantly looked up at her.

"Why do you give a fuck?" He growled at her. She walked over to a private room and motioned to him to get inside. He looked at her, ready to laugh. She didn't change her expression – if anything, the silence made her seem a lot more mad than she was. He got up and walked in.

"I don't know what's going on at home, Jon, but you do not speak to me like that. I don't care if you're-"

"I know you're not fucking perfect." He slurred. "I know about the anorexia, the self harm, the binge drinking.." He rambled on, expecting to break her.

She laughed. "How the fuck is any of that funny?" Jon slurred more. "It's se…ser…serious."

"I'm laughing because you think that it'll hurt me by bringing up my past. Yes, I had anorexia, I used to self harm, I used to binge drink. I also have no friends, my parents still aren't happy with me, and I'm tired of never being good enough." Jon looked at her – almost in shock. "So, now. Tell me what's eating you enough to make you drink."

Jon sighed. He wanted to run out of the youth centre and never return. He wanted to go back to when Kennedy thought of him as being cute, and adorable.

"My mom… she's a drunk. She's a substance abuser.. My dad.. somedays I don't even know if I have one. I wrestle to pay the bills – or pay portions. I also use that money to pay for food, the rent and whatnot.. It just so happens to be that I love to wrestle." As Jon spoke about wrestling, she smiled. "What the fuck is worth smiling about?"

"That's the first time you've actually seemed like a real person, rather than someone who causes trouble to get attention."