John Pov
I stood by the school gates, waiting for the janitor or the principal to come out and open them.

I really outta walk a little slower.
When I'm walking to school, I do this weird speed walk jog thing and I always arrive five minutes early, which is too early for my taste but I've grown in the habit of doing it and I really can't stop.

I saw some kids on the other side of the gate running laps around the field. Those are the nerds who do cross country from seven am to when the school gates open.

Why on the Earth would anyone want to run laps around the field by choice?

I saw a couple kids under the bleachers huddled up in a circle. Those are the freaks, or as most people call them, druggies.

The only 'addiction' I have would be cigarettes, but even then I don't really have an addiction to them.

I'll do it if I'm really stressed out and I mean, really stressed out.
Other than that, never.
I haven't smoked in months. I lost count of the months to be honest.

I leaned against the gate and watched Freshmen act like fucking pigeons every time they saw a Senior.

The Freshman travel in small packs from 3-4 and every time of a Senior even takes a step their way, they scatter.

My only thought against the Freshman is, who the fuck decided to let these tiny gremlins into the school?

I'm not saying that I'm necessarily cool,  but I'm not a loser or a druggie. I'm just..
normal I guess.

That's not a bad thing really, because I enjoy seeing the cool kids fall flat on their faces when SAT's come around and the nerds surpassing them.

It's just a little heartwarming to know that studying pays off from time to time.

I watched cars come into the parking lot and kids get out, or kids parking their cars and getting out. I sighed, and shifted my backpack.

"Boo!"
Peggy exclaimed, punching my shoulder.

I smiled and pushed her a bit.
"So, hows life?" She asked.

"Pretty fuckin sucky," I replied, shrugging.

"I saw a new druggie."
Peggy told me.

"Cool. Not every day does a new druggie get in with all the other freaks. Is it a Freshman?" I asked.

She shook her head.
"No Freshman would ever even imagine being a druggie but just gonna say, he was a little ugly." Peggy said.

"Aren't all druggies ugly though?"
I noted.

"Eh. I've seen a couple hotties in their group." She said.

"Fair enough."
I muttered.

"But I also heard a couple freshman talkin' bout Prom. They can't even go to Prom yet!" Peggy exclaimed.

"Damn. Prom is coming up. I outta get a date for that." I noted.

"Yeah. Me too. I'm gettin' a little desperate to be honest. Hell, Stephen Renlesselear is starting to look good." She said.

"He's hot though."
I said.

"Yeah but his personality is shit."
She told me.

"Fair enough."
I muttered.

"Didja know that my sister is gonna ask out that one motorcycle boy?"
She asked.

"She is? What's his name again? A lot of boys ride motorcycles." I told her.

"..uh..Can't remember his name, but not a lot of boys ride motorcycles. You know the one I'm talking about the..one that smokes after class?"
She urged.

I shook my head.
"..Uh..he's also a ginger and-"

"Is it Sam?"
I interrupted.

"Sam changed from our school to a Private school, remember?" She said.
"Oh right." I mumbled.

"Leather jacket, and trench coat? Looks like he belongs in a crappy eighties movie?" She kept listing.

"Was that a shot at Heathers?"
I asked.

"Whaat?
Me?
Make fun of Heathers?
Never.."
She said.

I rolled my eyes.

"You know, maybe we should get high again sometime." Peggy said.

"Eh. I'll think about it."
I said.

I looked back to the parking lot.
"What would your sister see in a guy wearing a trench coat, that smokes and rides a motorcycle?" I asked, not looking at her.

"Dunno. I guess she just wants somethin' different." Peggy said.

Peggy also looked to the parking lot.

She gasped and shook my shoulder.
"Him! That's him!" She exclaimed, pointing at a sea of cars.

"Bitch, where?"
I asked.

"There!"
"Where?"
"You're fucking blind! There!"

I squinted my eyes looking for a modern day Jason Dean.

"Can't see him."
I told her.

Peggy sighed in defeat.
"Once I talk to Liza again, I'll text you the name. But anyway, who do you have your eye on for prom?" She asked.

"Dunno yet." I said.
"What about Martha Manning?"
Peggy asked.

"She's pretty, but no. I'm gay remember?" I said.

"Well maybe you could go as friends." She said.

"If I was gonna go with friends, I'd go with you and Laf." I told her.

"Yeah, fair enough.
You know who I have my eye on for prom?" She asked.

"Who?" I asked.
"Ryan Gosling." She said snickering.
"Damn. You're aiming high." I said.
She shrugged.

A janitor came out from the office and opened the gates.

Welp.
Time for hell.