Y/n POV

"Guys, guys, guys!" Laken runs towards us excitedly, her heels loudly clicking on the cafeteria floor.

"What, what, what?" Rowen asks in the same tone as Lake.

She takes her place next to Bexley which is in front of me. Her long, painted nails tap on her phone screen as she unlocks it. She slid the phone to Rowen and me, showing messages between her and someone under the contact name "Tee".

"Thats the person I got from that account!" Lake states with a big smile. "I was up talking to them all night."

"Their name is Tee?" I ask, looking up from her phone.

Lake shakes her head. "No, thats just what they said to call them. They haven't said their real name or gender."

"Murderer," Bex mumbles, shoving a doughnut in her mouth.

"Bex, even if it is a murderer, at least they're a badass and hopefully a hot guy." Lake grins, taking one of Bex's doughnuts.

Bex groans, slapping Lake's arm. "Thats my breakfast!"

"Mine now, hoe." Lake giggles.

Rowen rolls his eyes. "Why do you call everyone a hoe?

"Why are you asking questions?" Lake glared coldly at him. Rowen put his hands up in defense.

"Who do you think you're talking to?" I ask, attempting at changing the subject.

"I don't know yet, but its more than likely a female by the way they text." Lake stares down at her phone, looking through the texts. "They use abbreviations and emojis a lot, men hardly use them at all."

"Did you start talking to your future murderer yet, Rowen?" Bexley asks, her oversized black jacket covering her hands that propped her head up.

"Nope, sadly haven't received a killer yet." Rowen jokes.

"Am I the only one curious of who made the account?" I ask.

"I am, but I don't care enough to attack them about it." Lake shrugs, shoving her phone in her bright pink purse.

"How many damn bags do you need?" Bex rolls her eyes, seeing Lake got a new purse.

"As many as I want." Lake retorts.

"I don't see the point in them." Bex shrugs. "I can carry everything in my pockets."

"I'd like to see you try." Lake laughs.

"If men can do it, I can!" Bex defends herself. "All I need are my keys, wallet, and phone."
(This is literally what I say every time my step mom tells me I need a purse. I find them absolutely stupid and useless :/ )

"Well your tomboy ass is wrong." Lake shakes her head. "Girls' pockets aren't as big."

"Last time I checked, clothing doesn't have a gender." Bex rolls her eyes.

"I agree with (Bex/Lake)." I shrug, giving the other an apologetic look. "Purses are (Useful/useless)."

The bell rang before we could argue anymore about the topic, signaling first hour would start soon. The four of us gathered our stuff and split our separate ways to begin the seven hours of hell.

First hour, science. Walking into Mr. Tesman's classroom, I'm already annoyed by the people around me. I take my place in my usual seat as the other teens socialize with their peers. Hope Jayden- one of the annoying cheerleaders- sat in the seat next to mine, circled by her petty, makeup bombed friends. I'm not labeling her as an annoying, snobby, stuck up bitch because shes a cheerleader. She's simply an inconsiderate ass, with or without cheerleading.

The problem with my homeroom is I'm surrounded by people with higher reputations. For example, Ethan from the basketball team. Hope, the head cheerleader. Tyler Scheid, another basketball player; former track runner. Thats only a few, basically the entire class- not counting me- is popular. I am the odd one out in this situation, which sucks when we have to do group work.

The previously colorful group sat, laughing at something in the back corner of the room. Jack being the loudest with his thick Irish accent, he always pulled the attention in from other students. Him and his friends, Ethan, Mark, Felix, and Bob, all had colorful hair. Felix didn't necessarily have a color, he just bleached it. Bob, along with Felix, weren't on any sports team of some sort. They were well known for their humor that could get anyone to laugh, Bob especially. With his brown(previously purple) curls, nobody could mistake him for someone else.

Mr. Tesman strolled into the room, a stack of papers in hand. Once he closed the door, the tired students took their seats in dread. I couldn't blame them, who wants to be here? Mr. Tesman tossed the papers on his desk carelessly, meeting eyes with each and every one of the students sitting in neat rows.

"Anyone absent?" He mumbled to himself before shaking his head and quickly logging into his computer to send the attendance to the office, his dark hair falling lazily over his face.

The students took this opportunity to turn to their friends. The chatter filled the room as the teacher paid us no attention. Being the only one with no one familiar, I gripped the book in my bag and pulled it out, continuing where I left off.

"Hey loner!" A female voice whispers. I ignore her, thinking she wasn't talking to me, instead saying something to her friends.

"Hey loner girl!" She tried again.

I look over to my side to see Hope herself sitting with a smirk on her face.

"Whatcha reading?" She asks, giggling after.

I return my gaze to the book in my hand. "Why do you ask?"

"Because I wanna know, dumbass." Hope rolled her eyes. Her friend, Victoria giggles.

"Its not like you read anything other than text messages." I mumble, resuming my reading.

"Excuse me?" Hope shouts rather loudly, clearly offended. Attention from others pull towards us after they heard. Before she could defend herself, Mr. Tesman began speaking.

"Good morning," He smiles, showing off his white teeth. He began speaking about an assignment we are starting on Monday which I didn't pay attention to. The pencil in my hand tapping the desk below my hands seemed more interesting. I guess it was for the guy in front of me too.

"Could you stop?" He sent me a cold glare.

I quietly set the pencil down, pulling my hands away from it to avoid the absentmindedly tapping again. He turned around with an annoyed sigh. Why do favored people get annoyed so easily?