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Oh how cute. This dweeb was trying to get away,like a small mouse tries to escape a glue trap. Yeah right, Like anyone ever could.

"Ey, You! He said again, louder this time. "I thought nerds were blind not deaf." He mocked as he caught up with the petite girl.

He didn't know what was her problem, but it was obvious that she had never gotten her a** kicked by his kind. The thought was tempting to go out and find some chicks to teach her a lesson. He was far too much of a man to hit a girl himself. With all those wanna-be mafiosos, it'd be lethal to do something as disrespectful as hurting a lady. But would this girl count? Weren't ladies supposed to be obidient or something?

Irritated by the girl's persistance to not talk to him, he took hold of her wrist and yanked it his way. (His grip was loose enough for anyone with average strength to get out.) "Are you ******** listening to me?!"

God, he was surprised no one had arrived yet to interrupt them. Then, speak of the devil, several students began to arrive. Adrien cursed under his breath and let go of the frail wrist. With that, he headed off to a nearby railroad track with empty train carts to sleep off the migrane hitting his head again just about now.

This didn't mean he'd given up. In fact, he was planning on finding the same girl after his long nap and as soon as classes were over. Seeing that she wasn't stupid, he figured she probably head home with a crowd, or maybe just wait until late hours before leaving school grounds.

The sound of freshmen talking about sophomore boys and and couples saying "I love you" woke sweet Adrien. Ugh, he was disgusted by the thought of people being happy when they came out of school. He didn't know why, it just did.

Fully rested, Adrien made his way to the front entrance where he waited for the little nerd girl to pop out, but no one did. He breathed. Maybe she really was a nerd. He thought that because to him there were two types of nerds: the ones who looked the part, and the ones who actually were. This girl automatically ranked in the second one since she didn't come ou at the same time as the normal students.

Whatever, he had time. With that, he walked off to the nearest corner store and bought himself a pack of cigarettes with the last of the money he had. It was unhealthy, yes, but he looked twice as cool doing it.

During the time he waited, he sat down a block away from the school along side the shade of a tree so he wouldn't be considered loitering anywhere else. There he smoked away the small pack of Malboro. He didn't know why, but something about the girl earlier intrigued him. There was just something about her that made him want to go back and just mess with her.

Finally, he heard small footsteps walk his when he had just finished lighting the last cancer stick. He pulled himself up, nicotine and all and greeted the frail, blonde girl.

"Hey, did you get your learning, or whatever nerds do, done?" He asked in a casual manner with a cocky smile on his face. Adrien let out a small puff of tobacco her way.

Taken aback by the question, Adrien stared wide-eyed in silence for a split second in time. "Me?" His facial expression eased to a sly grin as he suddenly let the flow of niccotine ease his mind. "I'm just...a hunter." He let out a small chuckle as he formed a small gun with his hand. His index and middle finger no pointed at the blonde girl.

"Bang." He let out, his voice slightly echoing in the air, or at least in his head it did. Oh how he'd always wanted to say that line since his saw it on one of the loony tune shows that passed on saturday morning when he was a kid. How did a quest to get another fix turn into a game of identity? His day hadn't been planned out to do nothing, sober, anyway.