Brookes made a mental note of alex as he walked past, he had a large list of fights layed out but alex and edward were at the top of the list. If he had the opening he would have taken the boy out were they stood but he couldn't risk being expelled, he needed to keep his record as clean as possible or his father would never stop rambaling and it'd all be about his non-existent mother once he started his drunken stupor. Walking into class with a fiery glare in his eyes and a rage building in his heart, though his fist were already white and cut up from his last battles and the bruises worse than ever he would be able to take them on. He resembles a berserker once he started fighting he couldn't feel his body all he felt was ecstasy. sitting down near the window he looked over his homework and his real issues came to him. Math was his issue, Brookes understood he wasn't the smartest around but it never seemed to quit mocking him. He glanced up quickly to see the average of atleast two kids looking at him but quickly placing there eyes elsewere when he returned the glare. He was a fighter and he knew that being looked upon as a beast was the downside to his hobby.