(OCC: Oh god, you guys are too fast for me!... but I'll try to catch up :D)<br/><br/><strong>Harrison Lynch</strong><br/><br/>Saturday morning in detention, what a stupid idea, he thought. Why on earth would a guy like him even bother in showing up at school just for that ?. He wasn't even considering going to the school's library to waste time looking at a wall or at some stupid teacher wanting to show false interest in him. However, going that day would give him a chance to maybe steal a thing or two when it would be less crowded... so he thought he could just see what kind of opportunities he'd have there. Besides, he didn't sleep at all last night, maybe a little nap in detention would also help.<br/><br/>Friday night he was fighting on the streets for money, and Saturday morning he was supposed to go to school... it wasn't something very normal, but it was what he had to do. So, with a small cut over his left eyebrow and his knuckles all red, he decided to go to school, looking like shit. He was wearing jeans, brown boots, and white tank top with an open black hoodie on top.<br/><br/>"<strong>Well... I have nothing else to do so...</strong>" Harrison said to himself while walking towards the school where he was supposed to be that morning. He wasn't really afraid of being late, but for some reason he made sure that he would be there in time.<br/><br/>Once he reached the library, walking with his hands in his pants pockets, he looked at everyone there, noticing who they were, and in complete silence went to sit to the back of the room. He was surprised to see many girls in there... it was usually packed with boys in detention, and he knew it because he used to be there quite often.<br/><br/>Of all the students in there, Harrison recognized the team's captain Bronson, the popular girl named Aria, and the other guy... Joey or something like that. The other girls were new for him, he never even remembered seeing them. Of the three he actually recognized, only Bronson was the one he talked to in the past. Harrison was good at sports too so he used to be a part of the football team playing as a linebacker, but well... he used to skip practice and that pissed the coach off too many times.<br/><br/><strong>Great, another morning wasted...</strong>He said in a low tone of voice, to then rest his back on the back of the chair and put his legs up on the table. He kept his 'I don't give a fuck' attitude and closed his eyes without even paying attention to what the others seemed to be talking about.