I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. Slightly shorter than most girls, shoulder-length, wavy black hair, and hazel eyes. My acne has gotten in control, not noticeable at all. Thank the face gods, they have smiled down at me. I combed my hair through my fingers and with one last look, I left the bathroom.

I swung open the door and heard it smack someone. I gasped and looked behind the door. Oh, holy crap. I think the face gods stopped smiling down at me. I smacked Wyatt Matthews.... with a door.

Wyatt massaged his forehead that was bright red. I. Am. So. Dead.

I quickly ran through the hallways, when I heard someone with the exact same voice as Wyatt yelled, "Hey! Hey you!"

That only made me run even faster.

I found my locker and quickly opened it. I did my best to look occupied with my locker. I could feel his presence passing me, stop, and walk back behind me. Everyone in the hallways magically vanished, as if some powerful wizard used a spell to make them vanish. That or the school bell already rang for next period.

"Oh Princess," Wyatt sang.

I panicked and continued to, uh, stare at my locker with nothing but textbooks.

"Princess, I know that was you."

"No you don't," I assured. But it felt I was trying to reassure myself.

He was right behind me, breathing down my neck.

"Yes you do, And I want to know, WHY."

I turned around.

"It was an accident, I swear! I didn't mean too, I never even knew you were coincidental in front of the girl's bathroom. And it's not my fault that the school had it that the door swings forward, not thinking of the safety of innocent kids who were minding their own business as they walk down-"

He put his index finger in front of my lips, making me shush.

"Breathe."

I took a huge breath and exhaled.

"It's okay, Princess. I'm not pissed off, not that much at least. If you were a guy, you would be so dead."

"Oh goody," I said sarcastically.

"That whole door slammed to my face thing just caught me off guard, kay? It's fine, don't have some panic attack or something."

"Oh... okay."

"Good," he put his hands in his pockets. "Shouldn't you be in class by now?"

I raised my eyebrows. "Shouldn't you."

"I ditch, problem?"

"No."

"Nice jacket, by the way."

"Thanks."

We awkwardly stood there when I finally said.

"I'm gonna go now."

He nodded, "Sure."

I walked down the hall, hearing my footsteps on the floor. But not hearing Waytt's. I went to my next classroom, my teacher marking me tardy not even asking why I was late. I didn't pay attention in class, something I don't always do. Something was different about Wyatt today. His hair? His attitude? His clothes? It was on the tip of my tongue. I put my hand in my fashion-saver jacket pockets, this is probably going to keep me up all night.

"Have you heard?!" Brooke demanded.

I yawned, I'm just so tired. Probably because I managed to go through Mr. Dixon's daily boring lecture of History. It's only lunch, just a few more hours until I can be in my sanctuary (which is actually my bed).

"Heard what?" I asked, bored.

"You mean you haven't heard?"

"Yes."

She looked confused. "So that means you have heard?"

"No."

"Which means you didn't hear anything about this?"

"Pretty much."

"Or you've never heard it or-?"

I gritted my teeth, "Could she just tell me the stupid gossip already?"

"I'm sorry, it's not my fault your PMSing all over the place. I just didn't get-"

"For of the love of God, tell me already!"

"Wyatt lost his jacket!" Brooke said in exasperation.

That hit me like a ton of bricks. "Holy crack, are you serious?"

"You should've noticed by now, the whole school is pretty much freaking out. Everyone looks like they're going to wet their pants any second."

"The only one who isn't making such a big deal is Wyatt himself." Brooke said as she did a last-minute essay for history. "I don't see what's the big deal with the lost jacket."

Isaac sighed. "Though it's not a big deal to me, it's a big deal to everyone else. No one wants Wyatt to go on some kind of Hulk rampage."

"That's all?" I asked, not amused.

"Wyatt is like our king of the school. If the king lost his crown, which is like the symbol of his power. What will happen?" Isaac asked.

"Panic." I said.

"Exactly. Wyatt may or may not do anything, but others will. His fan club, his friends, anyone who looks up to him, fear him, and so on."

"That's stupid." Brooke said bluntly.

Isaac shrugged. "That's life, I guess."

I looked down to my food, if I could call it that. So Wyatt lost his jacket, so that was the thing that looked so different about him. But how did he lose it? He never lets it leaves his shoulder. Only an idiot with a death wish would steal it from his shoulder. Misplaced it? Same thing, it never leaves his shoulder.

"So what do you think happened with Wyatt's jacket?" I asked. "The thing never leaves his shoulder."

Isaac shrugged. "Only Wyatt will know."

I finally summed up the courage to go up to Wyatt with his friends in front of him. They were only the three of them, but only a girl with guts would go up to them by herself. I salute to myself with the courage. But I started to hesitate and head back. Then I went towards again before I look like some idot going back and forth.

"I need to ask you something."

One of Wyatt's friends, Dean I think, groaned. "Ugh, is it another love confession for me?"

"Geez, conceited much Dean?" Luis asked.

"At least I have something to be proud of, compared to you Luis."

He motioned his index finger down while wiggling his eyebrows. I didn't get what that meant. But then again, I'm too innocent for my own good. Luis Stinson, a tall guy with a tousled mop of blond hair, he looks always serious but he's actually really a prankster. Dean Rodiguez is just as tall, he had black hair with a military cut. He's well known for boasting about his swag, something people just laugh about him. Both of them are the friends of Wyatt, his gang consists of four guys. But I haven't seen Cyrus for a couple of weeks now.

Wyatt shooked his head. "Those guys are idiots," he muttered.

"That's why they're the perfect friends for you."

He gave me an are you serious?/annoyed look, something only Wyatt could pull off.

I gave him a is something wrong?/innocent look, something only I could pull off.

He put his hands in his pockets. "Lets walk away from these two, then we can pretend we don't know them."

"Sure."

We slowly walked away as Dean and Luis argued about something which I don't even want to know is.

"So what do you want?"

"What happened to your jacket?"

He gave a pathetic shrugged.

"Are you kidding me? You don't know?"

"Yeah, pretty much." He sighed. "I don't know why everyone is making such a big deal about it anyway."

"You're like the king of the school."

His face lit up. "You really think of me like that?"

I snorted. "In your dreams, I'm just quoting a friend."

"Brooke?"

"No, Isaac."

He furrowed his eyebrows as his shoulders slumped. "Oh. So is that all you wanted me ask?"

"Er, yeah. Pretty much."

"Then can I ask you something?"

"Nope." I started to walk away.

I turned the corner and found him right in front of me.

I jumped back. "How did you do that."

He waved his fingers. "Magic."

"Really?"

"No."

"You shouldn't do that to a girl."

He snorted but said nothing.

"So what do you want?"

He crossed his arms. "I thought you didn't want to answer my question."

"I don't, but I'm used to it. So what is it? Book report, homework, project?"

"What are you talking about?"

"School, what else?"

"Wait, you actually do people's schoolwork?"

"Yeah?"

"And may I ask why?"

"Because throughout my whole life, I've been bullied due to my low self of steam. Where I rely on doing other people's bidding to up my social status from their status. All these people I'm with aren't my true friends, I only know them through connections. They see me as some dead weight or their follower, which is fine with me because it's better than being their victim of bullying. "

Wyatt stood there in shock. "Are you serious?"

I burst out laughing. "No."

He frowned. "That wasn't funny, I thought you were serious."

"And what if I was? What would you do about it when you found out I'm not a Ms. Popular? Will you stay away from me like I have some kind of deadly disease."

His eyebrows knitted together. "Of course not. But that isn't something to joke around with, that happens to a lot of people."

For once he's right. I quickly changed the subject.

"So what is it that you want to ask me?"

"I need your help."

"Your help for what?"

"To make Brooke fall in love with me."

I've been lagging again. I'm sorry for updating it really late. But I have 2 projects and 1 math one coming up so the next one will be late again. But I left it in a cliffhanger which will make it easier for me, who's the writer. But it will make you, the readers, suffah!!! Mwah ha ha ha.

I tried the meatball sub from subway because my friend ordered it once and I was super jealous. But I didn't have any money with me. But I tried it and it was so delisiouco. All these years of eating Spicy Italian were wasted when I could have eaten the meatball sub!

And another thing that happened is that I got stuck to my seat my krazy glue. Seriously, not joking. It went like this:

I was going to my desk in 2nd period, English. I saw there was a spill on the floor of my desk, so I sat on the desk in front of me. Then the girl who sits in front of me came into the class, so I got off the seat.... or at least tried to.

I was stuck, yup. S-T-U-C-K, stuck. I thought my back pocket button was stuck to something, and I tried to move my other leg. It was stuck too, then I thought. Gum. I was seriously freaking out.

"OMG! I'm stuck, I'm stuck!"

That's when I smelled the glue. Not just any glue....krazy glue. I was freaking freaking out now.

"I'm stuck! Who will do such a thing! This is so cliche. What the hell, I'm gonna be here forever!!!!"

Finally, after getting over the fear my pants will be ripped. I pried myself away from my chair, with this huge glue stain on my butt. Practically everyone knows what had happened thanks to my ever-so-helpful classmates (Sarcasm included). And all my friends laughed when I explain why I changed was wearing my P.E shorts. So that's the story of my life everyone. This was a true story, and not one of my proudest moments.

As you wait for the next chapter, read my other books. Which have more chapters than this book. So I hope you like this chapter, and don't forget to vomment.

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