"Oh my god, Justin Bieber is so freakin' hot." I heard a cheerleader giggle as she leaned against her locker.

        I rolled my eyes as I opened my own locker and stuffed my backpack inside.

        It was words like that that actually made me want to hurt someone.

        "I mean, he's such a bad boy." She continued as I tried to close the door. "Did you see his mugshot? Like, how adorbs?"

        'How adorbs?' I mocked in a similar tone, pressing my back against the locker until it finally shut.

        I was about to push myself off to the bathroom when I saw Clyve Hound round the corner.

        The cheerleader and her bubbly friends all shut their mouths and tried miserably to stare at him discreetly.

        Clyve was smoking a cigarette I'm sure a friend from his previous school smuggled in during visiting hours, and his icy gaze was trained straight ahead. His messy, dark hair nearly hung over his eyes, making me wonder when he would give himself his ususal haircut. A look where he shaved the sides and back of his head and left the top long. He looked more mature and clean-cut that way and I'm sure he realized it.

        He was only a few feet away when my bladder began to ache. I wanted to stomp my feet and cross my legs to try to hold in my bodily fluids, but like a cautious deer, I didn't want the ferocious predator to notice me hiding against the lockers, all stiff manequin-stlye.

        God, I am going to piss myself.

        I hesitated, but quickly decided that nearly smashing into him would be significantly less embarrassing than peeing my pants.

        Fuck it, I thought with a determined glint in my eye.

        I darted forward, my elbow brushing against the leather of his jacket as his shoes squeaked harshly against the tile.

        "Watch it!" He snarled, throwing his hands into the air as not to burn me.

        "Sorry." I called over my shoulder as I slid into the little girl's room.

        And that was the first time the lion noticed the lamb.

        Or should I say, the first time the hound noticed the fox.