Shelby soon realizes that popularity is a double edge sword when Francine discovers that Katyusha has had a crush on Jett Anderson since he kissed her in kindergarten. She orders Shelby to forge a romantic note from him, and gives it to Katyusha. Shelby tries to stop them.

"Are we gonna have a problem?" Francine hissed, and Shelby took a step back, regretting her request to lay off of Katyusha. "You got a bone to pick? You've come so far, why now are you pulling on my dick? I'd normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch." She stated, gesturing to the students in the hall. "But I'm feeling nice. Here's some advice. Listen up, biotch!"

The Bad Touch Trio surrounded Shelby so that she was pinned up against her locker, her eyes wide.

"I like!" Julchen and Isabel sang.

"Lookin' hot. Buying stuff they cannot." Francine finished.

"I like!"

"Drinkin' hard. Maxin' Dad's credit card."

"I like!"

"Skippin' gym. Scaring her, screwing him."

"I like!"

"Killer clothes."

"Kickin' nerds in the nose!" They sang together.

Francine grabbed Shelby's face. "If you lack the balls, you can go play dolls. Let your mommy fix you a snack!" She stated in a mocking tone.

"Woah!"

"Or you could come smoke, pound some rum and coke, in my Porsha with the quarterback!" Francine stated, gesturing to Alfred across the hall.

"Woah, woah, woah!" The Bad Touch Trio sang together. "Honey, whatcha waitin' for? Welcome to my candy store! Time for you to prove you're not a loser anymore! Then step into my candy store."

"Guys fall," Francine and Isabel sang.

"At your feet, pay check," Julchen stated.

"Help you cheat!" Isabel chirped.

"All you," they harmonized.

"Have to do," Julchen continued.

"Say goodbye to Shamoo." Francine stated, gesturing to Katyusha down the hall.

"That freak's,"

"Not your friend. I can tell in the end." Isabel commented.

"If she,"

"Had you shot," Isabel placed a sympathetic hand on Shelby's shoulder.

"She would leave you to rot!"

"'Course, if you don't care, fine! Go braid her hair. Maybe Sesame Street is on!" Isabel teased.

"Woah!"

"Or forget that creep," Isabel urged.

"And get in my my Jeep!" Julchen demanded.

"Let's go tear up someone's lawn!" Francine exclaimed.

"Woah! Woah! Woah! Honey, whatcha waitin' for?" They sang, forming a circle around Shelby and spinning around her. "Welcome to my candy store! You just gotta prove you're not a pussy anymore! Then step into my candy store."

Francine stopped in front of her and smiled. "You can join the team,"

The other two stood next to her, arms crossed. "Or you can bitch and moan."

Francine placed her hands on Shelby's shoulders. "You can live the dream!"

"Or you can die alone." The others sneered.

"You can fly with eagles,"

"Or if you prefer,"

Francine's eyes darkened. "Keep on testing me,"

"And end up like her!" The other two shouted, and Francine whipped Shelby around to face an excited-looking Katyusha.

"Shelby, look! Jett invited me to his homecoming party! This proves he's been thinking about me!" She cheered, lifting the note into view.

Shelby forced a smile, praying Katyusha couldn't tell how guilty she looked. "Color me stoked." She managed to say.

"I'm so happy!" Katyusha squeaked, before continuing on her way.

"Woah!"

Julchen stepped in front of her. "Honey whatcha waiting fo-"

Francine shoved Julchen to the side. "SHUT UP JULCHEN! Step into my candy store!"

Julchen recovered, and she and Isabel harmonized, "Time to prove you're not a lame ass anymore! Then step into my candy store!"

They began circling her again. "It's my candy store, it's my candy. It's my candy store, it's my candy. It's my candy store!"

Shelby sighed. "Fine, whatever."

Francine smiled. "That's more like it."

Shelby turned away, taking a deep breath. "That was pretty pathetic." Someone muttered next to her. She paused, glancing down to a figure leaning against the wall. Shelby had never seen him around before. He wore a dark trench coat, had long, strawberry-blonde hair, and unsettling red eyes.

"I saw that." He stated.

"Huh?" Shelby stammered.

"Clearly, you've got a soul. You just gotta work harder on keeping it clean." He stated, before turning away.

"Um, okay, don't start a conversation with me and then walk away." Shelby said, following him as he reopened the book he had been reading. He looked back. "... I never caught your name."

He blinked. "I haven't thrown it."

"Who's that guy in the trench coat think he is anyway?" Alfred grumbled from across the hall as Shelby stared at the stranger, a small smile on her face. She was intrigued.

"Shelby's into his act, no doubt." Jett stated with his hands stuffed in his Varsity jacket.

"Let's kick his ass!" Alfred exclaimed.

Jett shook his head. "Nah, we're seniors, man. We're too old for that shit."

Despite his friend's advice not to, Alfred stormed towards the strange kid. "Hey, sweetheart!" He yelled, throwing his arms around the kid's shoulders. "What'd your boyfriend say when you told him you were moving to Sherwood, Ohio?" He whispered harshly.

Jett, feeling the need to back up his friend, knocked the strawberry blonde in the back of the head. "My buddy Alfred here just asked you a question." He growled.

"Hey, Jett, doesn't the cafeteria have a no fags allowed rule?" Alfred inquired.

The kid slammed his book shut. "They seem to have an open door policy for assholes, though."