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The school bell echoed from the halls into the numerous classrooms of Lowell High School, a signal that it's time for the children to indulge themselves with delicious and nutritious meal. Unfortunately for them, this was high school and not a restaurant.

Inside the room of the third year students where Ace is currently in, he knew it would take some time to leave considering the professor in front of them is one of the most despised man in school. Next to him was his best friend Jason. He was almost as tall as Ace but his best friend got a little more height thanks to his red hair. Jason on the other hand had a long, ice blonde hair that reached his shoulders and golden brown skin. He wore a nirvana shirt, black pants and black adidas shoes. His chubby face dotted with constellations of acne that were still pink and bulging, one of which presented itself with its full glory at the tip of his button nose.

The tall man in the wrinkled black suit standing in front of the class was Professor Clark, a very hot-tempered man in his early 30's with a disfiguring scar on his left cheek and a gigantic mole with hair on the other was the one in charge of the students' most favorite subject to hate; Algebra. He was what the children these days would call a nerd, only more annoying and spiteful.

"And by the way, did I mention that after your promenade event this Friday, you will spend your precious weekend finishing a bunch of homework to be submitted first things first on Monday?" He proudly stated in front of his class, a huge grin forming on his face as his students started to complain and develop a frown on their faces. "Yes, yes, stop complaining. Just because the school gave you a night off does not mean you can skip your duties as students. Oh but don't worry! Everyone's in for a treat next Monday because we will be having a long quiz about binomials as well so you should review our lecture from today until the end of this week. Any questions?"

A boy with jet black hair and pale skin raised his hand. His bright green eyes filled with concern and worry not just for himself, but also for his classmates. British student Watson, one of the smartest if not the smartest student and is well known for being the student body president asked for permission to speak up.

"No questions okay," Professor Clark stated, ignoring the boy's effort.

Watson let out a tiny laugh out of surprise. "Professor Clark, I just wanted to say that majority of junior and senior students are helping with the planning and organizing of our prom," he spoke like royalty, with grace and politeness.

"And your point Mr. Williamson?" The man's tone was cold.

"I just think that it's fair if you could move our quiz on Wednesday. I mean, with all the hard work that we dedicated into making the prom as one of the best events this year, the least we deserve is a large pile of paperworks to do instead of resting on the weekend. Algebra isn't our only subject you know. You always say that teaching algebra to us is, and I quote, "It's very difficult you annoying imbreds". Well think about us students who have more than six subjects to go to. We're also human Mr. Clark, not a group of superhuman built with genetically engineered brains and a core battery to keep us going," Watson argued bravely.

The other students inside the classroom agreed to what Watson said including Jason who nudged his elbow against Ace's arm. "He's right though, right Ace?" He asked before shouting among the other students, "He's right you freak!"

Ace rolled his eyes, his chin rested atop the back of his left hand, staring outside the open window next to him. He was more focused on the girl with brown hair sitting below the tall Monterey cypress tree, feeding a bunch of cats. The girl was smiling innocently. Ace squinted his eyes and tilted his head, he saw what seemed to be a group of moving silhouette behind her though here were no other people on the field except for her.

"Also, four of the students here, including myself, will be participating for the tech fair on Tuesday. We were relying on the weekend to polish up our final product for the visitors to see. Maybe show a tad bit of empathy to your students Professor Clark?" Watson bargained, smiling sweetly afterwards which nobody seemed to be able to resist due to his puppy eyes and rosy cheeks combined with an adorable yellow bow on the collar of his dark blue polo shirt.

Until today.

"Too bad I don't have any of that to show you." The teacher pointed his long, slender index finger towards Watson. "My mind is made up and you can stop your little rally speech right now Mr. Williamson," the cruel man said with a horrible and insulting british accent.

The students began to create a chaos with their noise inside the classroom, filling it with deafening crescendo made by their complain. It didn't take long for the man's short temper to start boiling and burst.

"Everybody keep quiet!" Professor Clark roared with all his might, silencing all students inside. "Watson, I know you are the student body president of this school and the students are also your concern but as a teacher you cannot change my mind on how I do my job. Class, dismissed." His thin eyebrows curled up all the while grabbing his stuff from the desk, leaving the students in disbelief.

"We hate you!" Jason shouted from the classroom, destroying the silence created by their teacher's words.

"Bloody hell I cannot believe that man," Watson mumbled before walking his way towards the front of the class.

"Everybody listen up!" Watson gathered their attention with a single clap. "I know this is the lamest idea but anyone fancy meeting on the weekend to do the homework together and review? We can discuss the schedule and location after class if it's alright with you guys or I can call your home telephone. Not only for Algebra but for the following subjects if they ever give us something else to work on. It's a one off experience so don't get weirded out by it."

Watson looked among his classmates who nodded in response, noticing an inattentive classmate with red hair sitting next to the window at the back. "Hey Cheetos, are you listening?"

"That's Jace you're talking to of course he's not listening." Miranda, a very social girl with curly brown hair, olive skin and tiny freckles on her cheeks snorted while looking at her phone.

"For a know it all such as yourself I am quite disappointed that you have to ask me that question when the answer is obvious," Ace blatantly responded to Watson.

"Told ya." Miranda grinned, chuckled then switched her sights to her friend next to her.

Watson's brows furrowed. "Oh my apologies, I should've known you were going to act like a shithead before asking you a rhetorical question you annoying cow," he babbled out of irritation.

Ace raised his right eyebrow. "You know for a small puppy you sure bark a lot."

"I'm not small! You're just tall!"

"Then maybe it's time for you to change your diet and start buying fertilizers as your daily sustenance."

"Is that what you did? Is that why your mouth stinks and everything that comes out is like shit? From all the manures you've consumed?"

"I got tall because of my parents' genes which unfortunately did not occur to your tiny body. And on that note, I suggest the manure as your fertilizer since your attitude is shitty."

"Your whole existence is shitty!"

Their classmate's mouths were snapped shut. They watched the two boys exchange insulting remarks towards each other. Miranda on the other hand had enough of it. She rolled her eyes, inserted her fingers inside her mouth and whistled loud enough to break the verbal fight.

"It's lunchtime ladies and it's not good for you two to eat insults instead of food which I know is an exaggeration knowing it came from the cafeteria." She then turned to Watson with a glare. "Anyway Mister School Body President, I have the list of our classmate's home number. I'll give them to you later okay?" She returned to her seat and opened her backpack.

Ace locked gaze with Watson for a split second, grabbing his backpack, leaving the room with Jason following him.

Jason looked back with a raised eyebrow. "Man, Miranda's voice is so loud," he mumbled to himself then looked back at Ace who was already far away from him.

"Hey wait up! Aren't you concerned about Mr. Freak's quiz and homework? Also the freaking earthquake this morning gave me the chills and not in a good way," Jason babbled, his hand wiggled inside his bag.

"Not really. It's just binomials. I can review on my own," Ace answered back. "About the earthquake, it's just the earth reacting."

"Reacting from what?"

"I don't know Jason, people fuck up everything, the planet included."

"I somehow forgot you actually have a big brain stuck somewhere inside that block of ice you call a body," he giggled, grabbing a piece of gum. His arm slithered around Ace's shoulder.

"Well we all seem to not have a brain sometimes." Ace removed Jason's arm from him. "Unlike your case."

"Damn! I know daddy dearest hit you this morning but you don't have to project your anger towards me man, it's hurtful. Besides, at least I am empathetic, unlike your case. EQ is better than IQ and kids that has them receive presents from Santa," he argued with a frown on his face.

"He should give you friends as a present."

Jason opened his mouth in surprise, facing Ace and was about to say something until Ace cut him off.

"Because he already gave you a high eq when you were a kid, you need friends that you can rely on and will treat you well," he said. Jason scratching his head in response.

"You're the only friend I need anyway." Jason showed the precious eye smile that his parents loved to see. "You know, that's probably the nicest thing that you've ever said to me Mr. I don't know what an emotion is."

"Don't let it get through your head, it's big enough as it is," Ace replied before the two of them walked into the cafeteria.

"There's no seat available," Jason mumbled.

"Gee I didn't noticed that Captain Obvious." Ace took a good look on every table in the area since he's tall.

Jason groaned. "We should get in line first and just worry about where we will eat later. I'm really, really starving," he grumbled alongside his empty stomach.

Ace and Jason finally got their food after waiting for what seems to be an eternity, at least that's what their growling stomach reminded them of. The cafeteria was able to provide enough space for the students to dine on yet it seems like there's no place for the two of them as they watched the other students eat their food in a sloppy manner and laughed like a group of wild hyenas.

"I found an empty table." Ace started walking towards the table at the center not knowing why it was empty. Jason on the other hand knew why, and by the look on his face with his eyes about to pop out of his head, it was a bad idea to go there.

"A-Ace, you know I hate you from the bottom of my heart but I wouldn't let you do stupid stuff," he stuttered while Ace continued walking towards it, finally setting his tray of food on the table and grabbing a Sherlock Holmes book out of his backpack.

The students around was left with their mouths open with chewed food mixed with saliva dropping from some of their mouths. Most of them were astonished by the way he placed all his school supplies on the table, but Ace just rolled his eyes. Their piercing gaze and little gossips didn't matter as he continued eating today's special; a dry turkey burger and a side of sadness in a form of a week old garden salad with no dressing.

"Aren't you going to sit?" He asked Jason, still standing motionless in front of the table he was dining on.

"L-let's just eat somewhere else because I really don't think we should be eating or even be near thi—." Jason turned around due to an incoming noise to see a tall and curvaceous girl with long honey blonde hair wearing a furry beige sweater and tight fitting jeans that accentuated her curves. The petite Asian girl next to her had a super long, thick black hair. She wore a white tee paired with a high waisted pencil skirt.

"Oh no," Jason mumbled under his anxious breath.

The petite girl who was wearing a pair of white heels some would say towering greeted the two with a stoic face. She forced a not-so-genuine smile, her perfectly aligned pristine white teeth shined brightly. "Mind if we put down this really, really, really heavy stuff here?"

"No, go ahead," Ace replied before immersing back to the book.

"Oh it can speak," the blonde girl spoke before taking a sip of her drink. "Clarice called me saying someone sat on our table but she didn't tell me it was just a piece of trash. And what a surprise, it can talk." The corners of her plump lips painted with red curved upwards.

"I'm surprised you could talk too based on what you've just said," Ace replied, taking a bite of the turkey burger.

The smile on her face slowly disappeared. "Well I am a human being with a mouth after all so why would it be a surprise to you? You're just a trash who learned how to talk, that's even more surprising. Do you even know who we are for you to sit in that table?"

"I don't know I kinda like his stupidity for sitting at our table," the Asian girl said.

Ace turned to the next page. "Logically speaking this is school property, not yours. I know nothing about the two of you nor do I care. First come first serve and we sat here way before you two noisy goats arrived. Besides, I'm pretty sure this table has had enough narcissism and stupidity." He shot an irritated glare towards the two that penetrated through his glasses for a quick moment then went back to reading.

"Is that true raspberry face?" The blonde girl turned towards Jason who was struggling to find an answer. She turned back to Ace still focused on reading his book, giving him a menacing look, her finger caressed the rough lid of her drink.

"Then let me have the pleasure of introducing ourselves," the blonde girl smiled, her hand removed the lid of her strawberry frappuccino and poured it slowly over Ace's head, showering him with a sweet and sticky beverage. "My name is Quinn Adela Walton, daughter of Mr. Edward Walton Jr. a.k.a. the mayor of this beautiful city. And this is my friend Amelia Wallish, daughter of Mr. Wallish of the Wallish Winery. We are what you call a future socialite, so peasants like you shouldn't even bother coming near us. Better yet, don't breath the same air, who knows what pathetic people like you emit to this world." The final drop of the beverage landed on top of Ace's head that signaled the people's applause and laughter.

Ace sighed lightly, contemplating whether he should just leave or lift the person in front of him and throw her across the room, but the latter would cause a commotion and he did not want that. He faced the culprit and gave her a cold stare.

With a bored tone on his voice he replied, "First of all, you may have a high chance of being a socialite because the power your daddy holds. Which daddy you may ask, that's for you to decide because I'm quite sure pretty faces like you would do anyone and anything to be known. Second, this peasant was busy minding his own business when you two idiots came to us so your philosophy is invalid, just like you and your actions." Ace then grabbed his backpack before going to the bathroom to clean himself up.

The other students were in complete shock that someone like him who probably didn't exist on their mind before had the courage to talk back to someone who had power and intimidation.

As he passed by Quinn, he gave her a hint of dirty look. "You do know a sachet of shampoo only cost 50 cents right? And I'm pretty sure that drink costs more than a bath so it's your lost Blondie," he mumbled and continued towards the bathroom.

Quinn opened her mouth in disbelief. "The nerve of that nobody to talk back. Doesn't he know who I am? I seriously want to kick him in the balls. Ugh!"

Amelia raised her right eyebrow at Quinn but her friend did not see it. She then turned towards Ace with a mischievous grin.

"That's right, walk away retard!" She yelled when Kevin, her big black senior boyfriend arrived with food on his tray.

"Keep yapping sweetheart maybe you'll say something intelligent in the future," Ace yelled back, still walking away when he flicked his left index finger causing Kevin's food tray to fly towards Adela's face, her once angelic face now covered with spaghetti sauce and a two day old creamed corn.

She screamed so loud it caused nothing but pure satisfaction to Ace with Jason following him quickly towards the bathroom.

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