D was walking in the hall at school one day. The day had been tough for him so far because he had just received his test grade for English and it was a disappointing C+, but what was even worse was the fact that English was his first period class. Gee, I hate these kinda days, D thought. The weather was terrible, with rain coming on hard at various intervals. D went up to his locker and took out his flute and headed for the band room.

"Hey bandfag!" yelled a muscular jock as D passed by. D was used to being called derogatory names by now as he was the only male flute player in school, but today was not a good day to be called names. What an idiot, I hope he breaks his neck playing football, thought D with a smirk across his face as he imagined the ambulance carrying the jock off on stretchers.

Band class was D's favorite class, though he wasn't proud to be a flute player. He was often embarrassed on concert nights, when he seemed to be the only one wearing pants in the section while all the other players wore skirts. However, class was fun because he was able to converse with any girl while other boys playing drums or trumpets looked on. D had a particular interest in E. She was a flute player slightly taller than him with a slender waist and long legs. What D liked about her was that her voice was just as high-pitched as the flute she played and her eyes were just wonderful to look at. D hoped that talking to E would ease his day.

"Hey E, how's your day so far?" D asked. E looked up from her music and replied in an abrupt manner, "It's ok." D, who had been trying to strike a pleasant conversation, was taken back by her curt answer and disregard in asking him how his day had been. D took his seat, which was in the middle of the flute section. He excused himself as he rubbed many knees walking towards his seat. The rest of band class was a drag as E never looked his way once during the entire class. Near the end, when the girls and D were putting their flutes back, D asked G, the girl sitting next to him, what was wrong with E. "Wrong? She's as happy can be - she got a boyfriend now." As soon as the word "boyfriend" was mentioned in the same sentence as E, D felt a sharp pain in his stomach. Who could possibly ask her out? I was going to do that! D thought, as he squinted his eyes in E's direction. D later found out that the boy was M, a kid who D hated and was also hated by.

D soon forgot about his bad grades in English and history, which he received a B- on. His mind was focused on E and M. He was able to understand why E was ignoring him now. She liked someone who hated D! D almost felt anger towards M for "stealing" his girl, even though E was only just a friend. At lunch, D didn't have the appetite to eat, so he settled for a bottle of ice tea instead. Damn, what the hell did I do to deserve this day? D asked himself, though he knew it was probably all just a coincidence. D didn't even finish drinking his ice tea and threw it away before heading to his next class.

M was coming down the hallway feeling great about what had just happened. M was moderately built, tall, and stylish. His slick hair and brand name clothes categorized his clique as "cool." E had obviously fallen for M's reputation, but M wasn't a bad kid either. He was hardworking in school, though his fiery eyes and mischievous smile made him look like a party animal. M was well-rounded and a likable kid, but when he had the chance, he poked fun at people. M was walking, almost strutting, to his next class when he came upon D.

"Yo D~ did you hear about me and E?" M shouted, unaware of D's affection for his girlfriend.

D looked up from the ground he was staring at and stared at M. D's silence made M feel uneasy. "What's up? Aren't you gonna say anything, or you like E or something?" asked M, intending the latter part of the question to be a joke. M gave a short, low laugh.

The question struck D in his stomach. He was already sore in the area before, but M had caused a most uncomfortable feeling. D's face turned beet-red with anger as he clenched his fists.

"You think that's funny?" D asked loudly, followed by some four-lettered expletives. D dropped his book bag and neared M. D, with his skinny arm, cocked it back and released all his strength as his fist immediately made contact with the right side of M's face, which included an eye and the nose. M, not expecting a blow, was knocked back into the lockers. Blood soon ran from his nose down to his chin. M was shocked as D's punch brought out teary eyes. Administrators from the school quickly ran to the scene and was ready to stop any retaliation, but M knew better and just moved back.

D sat in the vice principal's office, still feeling numb from the moment he punched M. What was he going to say? He was sure of suspension for at least three days, but aside from that, what else? His parents would obviously be upset, but they were forgiving parents who loved him very much. The most disturbing idea to D was what E would think of the incident. It only occurred because he liked her and was angry that M had taken her. He knew that E would probably never talk to him again or tell him off first before stopping. D felt devastated, but as the vice principal walked into the room, a movement in his face, in the smiling direction, formed for a slight moment. That boy got what he deserved and I'm glad I knocked his ass down pretty good, thought D, as he faced the vice principal.