"It was just one little fight sweetheart." He smirked. "One fight? Your knuckles are bruised and almost bleeding, your side is black and blue! Also, don't call me sweetheart!" I caught him in a fight with the jocks at school. Luckily I pulled him out before it got worse. I don't know why I helped him. I mean I barely knew him, and we never talked. He was the cool, punk, tough typical bad boy type. Me? I'm the quiet shy "Don't talk to me" type. "Alright Angel." He smirks.