"Why are we doing this?" Langley groans, his chest rising and falling at a fast pace. He's out of breath. So am I. His brow is soaked with sweat, as is mine. He's exhausted. I'm exhausted. Our legs feel like jello, but...

"Because that douche bag can do it, so can I!" I scream, ignoring the pain shooting up my legs. It's not only my legs that are in pain. My entire body is tingling with exhaustion that I can feel setting in further and further with each passing second. "Come on, Langley, get up."

"Why am I your brawling partner? I suck at fighting!" Langley exclaims, but manages to push himself up. He wobbles for a moment, seeming to be unsure if the ground is moving or he is. He holds up his fists, ready to block my attacks, or rather attempt to, seeing as, as Langley said, he sucks at fighting.

"I need someone to practice with. I have to be able to kick Quinton's ass!" I answer.

"Then ask Professor Yarley for some private lessons or something. I'm tired." The boy drops his fists with a sigh. His eyes are barely open, not that I'm any better. It's dark out now. Most of the dorms’ lights are off, meaning about everyone is asleep, yet here we are training. "Seriously, you're letting him get too far under your skin, Aron. Forget about him."

My expression tells Langley that there's no way I am 'forgetting about him.' Forgetting about the biggest jerk to ever walk the earth is impossible. He makes me want to slam my face into a brick wall… or his. I would very much like to slam his face into one.

We failed at messing up his grades, so I have to go back to getting him in trouble through physical means. He can get kicked out for making the school look bad by fighting with the prince. Even if it isn't a physical one, if we angrily shout in class or something, it still looks bad. I have to do what I have to do in order to get him the hell out of Thorton's!

Sighing, I realize that Langley isn't as determined in this venture as me. He is tired. So am I. So I decide to call it a night. We're both exhausted. It's not like I can get better over night. It'll take time. I'll request private lessons from Professor Yarley tomorrow. It would be better if I had someone to spar with who is actually good at fighting.

Langley looks like a chicken with his head cut off when he fights.

"You said that out loud," Langley growls. "And I do not look like that! Take it back."

"Nope. You know it's true."

"It is not!"