In my life, there's three kinds of people. One -- the spawns of Satan that apparently have made it their life's mission to cruelly crush their target's any chance of happiness. Two -- the kindred spirits. These are the friends for life, the deeply-connected people you have in life that make everything all rainbows and gummy bears even if Number One people are everywhere. Three -- that single soul. The kindred-spirit-that-could-probably-be-another-spawn-of-Satan that affects you deeply more than anyone else. Good or bad, this person marks their existence in your life. I'm pretty sure he was the third one. I was sure he'd never want to see my face again, even after half the crap I pulled. The feeling was mutual of course. Sadly, high school has a way of playing with fate. I'm just not sure if I'm up to play it's game.