It seemed Bronson was all alone and that was just fine. It was what he was used to even when he was surrounded by his "friends." He tried to sleep but he wasn't tired anymore and when he lifted his head he saw Kara running out the door crying, "Kara?" He sat up quickly and pushed the chair back "Kara!" Bronson broke in to a run and chased after her. Though by the time he had gotten out of the library she was gone. "Kara!" He yelled trying to find her and running at top speed he really couldn't stop on the dime. Looking in to a door he saw her and yelled her name again, "Kara!" Though what he didn't realize was that he was headed straight for the lockers, "Shit!" He said as he did his best to move to the left, and a loud bang could be heard as his shoulder smacked dead on with the locker. He tumbled rolling on the ground finally coming to a halt. He held his arm writhing in pain, there was no break maybe a sprain. It was his throwing arm too, guess it was a good thing that football season hasn't started yet. "Fucking shit!" Bronson roared at the top of his lungs, he clinched his teeth embracing the pain. "It feels good, it feels so good." He groaned in pleasure.