Jack stared at Selina in disbelief. So far this week he had met three girls, two of which were mad at him and two of which were most likely soon to catch on to the seemingly popular trend.

He shook his head, and walked in step with Kurumi, grateful to know someone who didn't hate him. "I suppose you have to sort of respect her for it." He shrugged. But he could feel his cheeks turning pale with shame, because he hadn't been honest with anyone about... about how his gashes got there. He was grateful they didn't ask, but felt bad for lying anyway.