"It really isn't. I hate it sometimes." He tilted his head slightly when the tone of her voice changed. "What reputation? For being almost drop out and for being a "vandal" as people call me?" He only had a total of four friends and two of them were drop outs. The only real reputation he had was for his graffiti art around the school and him never backing down from a fight even if he lost. He strangely enough found himself being more concerned as to what people would say about her. If anyone ever said anything to him he'd just give them the finger and tell them to shove it and that would be that.<br/><br/>He hated it when people brought their "reputation" into the mix of things. Granted his had gotten the better of him more than once but he always tried to avoid it. What really threw him for a loop was that she cared what other people thought about him. This was the first time he'd ever spoken to her and she cared about what little reputation he had. He did find the feeling of someone caring about him odd since him and his mother practically hated each other and him and his friends had a mutual understanding about not giving a shit about one another unless it was life or death or something really important.