<div align="center"><tt class="bbc_tt">Bronson Clearwater</tt></div><br/>Bronson had been up for a while now, just counting down the time before he had detention. "I know mom. Me the Captain of the football team got detention," Bronson had actually been sharing words with his mother which hardly happened, and he was savoring it as much as he could cause it wasn't going to last long. "Well what did you do Bronson?" She placed her hands on her hips and stared at him evilly, "I pushed some kid in to the lockers, he wouldn't move so I moved him." Bronson smirked feeling no remorse for what he had done. "Bronson Theodore Clearwater! Do you want to get kicked off the football team? You're lucky they only gave you a month of detention. You better straighten up mister or you're going to lose more than just your football," Bronson blew every word off, and just hugged his mother, "Yeah sure mom, I got to get going. Time to serve detention with the Coach." Bronson knew he would have a good time, the coach would probably cut him slack.<br/><br/>Walking out the door dressed in just a plain blue t-shirt, a pair of black basketball shorts, and his black New Balances. His hair brushed he hoped in to his Audi A8 and drove to the school, flipping through the channels on the radio he groaned, "There is never shit on the radio," He reached up in to his visor and grabbed his mix CD, flipping to track six, and readying himself as he stopped at a stop sign. As soon as Fear by Disturbed started to play he took off squealing tires leaving tracks as he turns on to Barry Road headed to school. It wasn't a far trip so he could afford to leave at seven fifty. As he pulled up he recognized the lady of the school Aria's car, and smirked. "Fuck did she do?" He asked himself shrugged and then entered the school.<br/><br/>Finding his way to the library Bronson stopped at his locker, and opened it grabbing his black and blue wrist bands out of it then slipping them on. Luckily his locker was just down the hall, and at seven fifty nine he was entering the library. "Don't worry coach I am not late. Minute left." Bronson rose his hands letting his cockiness get the best of him. He looked at everyone in the room other than the coach, and decided some weren't even looking at. Though when he got a look at Kara he could tell she was shy, but her looks beat that out the gate. Bronson disliked those with a lack of confidence, but she got an exception. Taking a seat across from her he smiled charmingly, "Bronson Clearwater, so what did you do to get detention?" He asked with an average tone not really caring if anyone heard their conversation.<em>Why haven't I seen her before now?</em>Bronson thought to himself.<em>A little make up and some confidence and Aria would have a competition on her hands for prom queen.</em>Bronson looked over at Aria and shot her a smirk, then looked back to Kara.