Mike Wallace is the kind of classmate you notice whether you want to or not.

Twenty-five, tattooed, pierced, permanently amused, and somehow friends with half the room, he is clever enough to be good at law school and annoying enough to make studying near him a challenge. You do not hate Mike. He just has a remarkable talent for making you think, Oh God, Wallace again.

Today, in the library, one of the paper balls he has been throwing at a friend hits you instead.

For once, you decide you have had enough.