(Y/n) P.o.V: 

After we arrived at the classroom, Michael introduced me to his best friend Jeremy. "(Y/n), this is Jeremy Heere a.k.a my best friend. Jeremy this is (Y/n)!", Michael said enthusiastic. I smiled and Jeremy said, "Nice to meet ya!" I nodded and gave the same back. After that our teacher arrived and we had a funny lesson... and by funny I mean terrible. 

"I HATE MATH!", I shouted as we left the room after lesson. Michael laughed and Jeremy agreed with me. We went to get some lunch. Jeremy ate a sandwiche while Michael and I were eating some  delicious chocolate chip cookies. We chatted a bit and the boys told me how everything has it's place in this School. They told me about the populars and then Michael said, "Yeah, and we are the losers. Everyone treats us like trash. " 

I just shook my head and ment, "I'll never going to treat you like trash. I mean you two were the first one's who's ever been nice to me today. Thank you guys.

Without you I would probably sitting alone or my head would have been already flushed in the toilet." We laughed at that though. Both of them gave me a hug and I just smiled. 

Suddenly someone familiar makes his way to our bench. He walks towards me with a slushie in his hands. It is no one other than Rich. We stand up and the boys are standing protectively behind me. Infront of me Rich comes to a stand and smiled. I looked confused and wanted to ask, what's wrong with him but I got cut off.

"This slushie is a welcome present for you!", he says. I smiled and wanted to thank him, but suddenly he opens the lid and spills the whole slushie over my head. I shut my eyes cause the slushie burns in my eyes. The cold drink runs down my neck and I can't see anything. I can hear laughter and walk backwards and trip over my feet again. 

I fall but someone catches me and carries me bridal style out of the Cafeteria. I heard a few laughes and someone screaming, "Enjoy your drink, loser!"

Tears begin streaming down my face and I still can't see. The person, who's carrying me, brings me in far away. By the smell I can tell it's the boys bathroom. Suddenly the person hands me a papertowel and I'll try to remove the slushie as good as I can. I wash my face and  eyes with water until I can see again. Michael stands infront of me. He gives me a pitying look and I swallow my tears down. 

"Why.. does everybody hate me.. I.-I ,..", my voice cracks. I begin to tear up again. "I'm sorry.. I...", I begin to sobe. "Everythings okay (Y/n).. just go on.", Michael whispers and pulls me in a tightly hug. I'm sobbing into his hoddie. "Michael...?", I ask.

"Yes?", he replies. "I'm sobbing in your hoddie.", I say. He laughs and softly answers, "That's okay...

And (Y/n)?"

"Yes?", I quietly replie. 

"Nobody hates you.", Michael says calmly and I snuggle into his chest.