I watched from my table as one of the “popular” girls advanced onto an ordinary guy. The guy and one of the girls exchanged some words. The guy had black hair, amber eyes, and he wore a blue t-shirt with a manta ray on it and black jeans. The girl had blonde hair, blue eyes, and she wore a pink tank top and a leather mini-skirt. I recognized the guy to be Damien (my crush) and the girl to be Rhiannon (local drama queen). Damien looked vivid. His face was red and he was clenching his fists at his side. Rhiannon looked extremely bored. She was looking at her light pink finger nails to see if there was any imperfection in them. Then, Damien growled something and Rhiannon looked up at him, her cobalt eyes blazing a blue fire. A slap was heard throughout the courtyard. Rhiannon hastily stomped off to the east corridor, quickly being mobbed by her cronies. I jumped off of my seat and crouched down to look at Damien’s red cheek.