As I look up I see him, I try not to stare too long. He’s got perfectly tan skin, freckles, and the cutest black curry hair. He’s the schools quiet bad boy. He gets into fights simply because people want to see if they can fight him. We never spoke but after the day he was expelled I thought about him a lot. We see each other again in high school for a few brief moments but the real story doesn’t begin till later in life when we run into each other as adults.