<strong>James, Headed for the detention Hall, during the lunch period.</strong><br/><br/>Harold had started it, the dumb bastard. He wanted to prove his machismo to the girl that alternately snobbed him and ripped him off, and had ended up with the poor end of the measuring stick. He wondered just what sort of damage he had done to the poor guy's skull. Probably not much. James wasn't that strong, after all, and the most he would probably cause was a concussion. But he always heard that blows to the temple were dangerous, so... No! Harold had asked for it. James decided that he would remained pissed off with his teammate for a little while. He failed miserably, of course. He was a nice guy, and the two had been on good terms and, after a while, probably would be again. Harold was a nice guy too. James shook his head.<br/><br/>He toweled off, and put on his uniform again, still angry that he had gotten detention. He hadn't started the fight, though he had sure as hell finished it. He shook his head. Railing against the powers that be was always a useless gesture, although it was nice for letting off steam. The practice had continued without him, and the coach sent him off to cool. The rest of the guys walked in to see James sitting on the bench inside the lockers, towel over his head. They didn't talk to him, although a few patted him on the back. They all understood. This was actually the first time he had been in a fight in  basketball.<br/><br/>The lunch bell tolled, and he stood, still peeved, but better than before. He rolled his shoulder a bit, and made his way to the detention hall. He was now actually feeling a little sick about what he had done to Harold, and hoped the guy wasn't too badly injured. He passed through the lunch hall, where most of the other students were starting to gather. The few that had heard about what had happened didn't meet his gaze, He saw Harold there, a bandage wrapped around his head. He walked over, looking down.<br/><br/>"Hey, man..." He started, and stopped when the other guy extended his hand. He took in, and gripped it," Sorry."<br/><br/>"No worries. I was a bit off," It wasn't a public apology, as the words were too low to hear, but the gestures were seen by a few, and James headed off to the detention hall. He sat, and look up at the ceiling, already bored out of his mind.