Not everyone destined to have a social life. I'd established the fact back in secondary school when I took the back seat of the History class and sat gangster style. Everyone thought I was a weirdo, but come on, haven't they seen The Godfather? That film was rated 9.2/10 on IMDb, 98% on Rotten Tomatoes, and 100% on Metacritic. To simply put, it was the best gangster movie of all time. Yet apparently, only my seven years old self-seemed to get it, others were watching Dora The Explorer or god knows what.

By the time I reached the age of twelve, I wanted to be a ninja. Living life dangerously while jumping off the roofs seemed so cool at that time. Again, no one understood me. Everyone was watching High School Musical and completely amazed by the fact that Troy Bolton was a basketball player who could sing. Then devastated when they found out Zac Efron, the actor who played Troy, had not actually sung any song in the movie. The singing part was done by someone else.

And then, just like any other human being, my dream changed over time. The fascination with a ninja was still there but watching Jackie Chan in Rush Hour changed things. I wanted to be a Chief Inspector or work for the police and preferably had kungfu skills to match. At a Halloween party, which happened to be in my house since my brother DeShawn decided to throw a party once mom and dad left, no one appreciated my awesome police costume. Sure, my costume didn't scream sexy but it wasn't that bad. A few blood splashes here and there to match with the theme, a gunshot wound on my forehead, it was awesome. Or so I thought.

And that was the last party I'd ever been to. No one dared to laugh at fifteen years old Maya Latoya Davis knowing that her brother was the most popular dude in school but that didn't mean I left the party without a scratch. People whispered and threw a nasty look. Once I hid behind the sanctuary I called bedroom and leaned against the door, I could hear them talking about me. How they knew I was a weird kid since I was ten, how embarrassing for DeShawn to have a weirdo sister like me, and that the reason they didn't bully me because my brother was the captain of the football team.

Tonight was another Halloween party but this time, I wasn't going to bother to dress up or join the hype. I was two years older, two times wiser. I locked myself in my bedroom and watched cat videos and BTS on YouTube. The noises coming from downstairs was too loud so I had to use my headphone after making sure that the door was indeed locked. Last year, I hadn't checked the door and a drunk couple managed to get inside. It had taken everything in me to explain to them that this was my bedroom and not a motel room. There was no way I was going to let that happen again, not tonight. Not when I had BTS Euphoria to watch and Shawn Mendes Lost in Japan to listen on repeat.

An FB messenger popped into the corner of my old ACER desktop and I tried to ignore it. It popped for the second time and then the third, fourth, and it kept on coming.

"Oh for Jimin's sake!" I clicked on the messenger, impatiently wanted to block whoever it was for bothering me while I was in the middle of something important. Some people, like my brother DeShawn, might argue that watching BTS videos on YouTube was not important but for me, it was. Top of my priority list.

"Who the hell is FWR?" I scrolled down the message and found one where this crazy stranger asked me to open my door for him/her. "Yes, dude, that's toooootally not creepy at all. Let me get my keys." I rolled my eyes. "Pfft! As if that would happen. How stupid does this person think I am?"

I moved my cursor and clicked back the YouTube video. Another message came in.

F.W.R. :

I could hear you, y'know.

I blinked. What the heck? I turned around and stared at my bedroom door, hoping I could get an X-ray vision and see who was on the other side. I turned my attention back to my laptop and clicked on the messenger.

Maya The Great :

who's this?

This Facebook account was solely created to serve my fandom, hence the awesome name. No one knew about this account, not even my brother. Only me and my cat Cesare knew this. I looked down at the furry creature sitting on my bed like she was Cleopatra. "You didn't tell anyone, did you?" I narrowed my eyes while Cesare looked at me with a bored regal look on her cat face. "Don't lie to me now. I don't even tell anyone that you're actually a girl."

At first, my family had not allowed me to have a pet and I had to beg for them to let Cesare stay. During my long speech about how having a cat would give me a companion (I had two big brothers and was the only girl in the house besides mom) and teach me responsibility, I incorrectly mentioned that Cesare was a boy and he wouldn't have any mood swings. That was another reason why I called her Cesare and not Cleopatra (her alter ego from thousands of years ago).

After a full minute of staring at each other and making sure that she didn't tell anyone about my secret Facebook, I turned my attention back to the messenger.

F.W.R. :

Who do you think?

Open the door.

Quick

I let out an exasperated sigh. "When will boys grow up and realize that a prank like this isn't funny?" I muttered under my breath, careful to keep my voice low. "It's Halloween night, let's scare some chicks!" I shook my head. This trick was getting so old.

Maya The Great:

Dude, I'm assuming you're a dude, I don't even know who you are. Why don't you go back to the party or leave my humble abode?

"Maybe I should block his ass." I moved my cursor to his profile. I didn't know who he was and there were a lot of Mayas out there, maybe my awesome name got him thinking that I might be a good target for whatever prank he was planning.

F.W.R. :

You're Rimaya Latoya Davis. DeShawn and Jackson Davis' little sister.

"Holy shit! He knows me!" I covered my mouth immediately. FDR? "Why does that sound familiar?"

Maya The Great:

Last chance. Who art thou, creepy stalker?

F.W.R. :

Your humble servant, my dear princess. Now open the damn door.

Maya The Great:

I'm blocking you.

F.W.R. :

OK OK. I'm Frayser.

Maya The Great:

Frayser who?

I knew the second I hit send that I was the biggest idiot on the planet. How could I not know him? He was Frayser fucking William fucking Richardson. Well, that was a lot of fucking. Anyway, he was the quarterback of our football team, the most popular guy in the North High part of the earth! Who also happened to be one of my brother's minions. Or gang members. Or whatever you called clique these days. Wherever he was, was not where I was since I was predetermined as the most anti-social freak in NHS.

I'd made peace with the past and acknowledged the fact that not everyone could understand how awesome I was. Just because I was a little unique, a little different, I was considered a weirdo.

F.W.R.:

Are you watching porn?

"What?" I lifted one quizzical brow.

F.W.R. :

I know you are.

That's why you lock the door.

Maya The Great:

I'm not

F.W.R. :

Suuure. I totally believe you.

Don't worry I won't tell DeShawn.

Maya The Great:

I'm not watching porn.

F.W.R. :

Uh-huh. Open the door then.

I was so tempted to ignore his request. After all, I knew he would say anything to make me open the door. Plus, I had important things to do like going back to drooling over handsome Jimin and V. But since he's being persistent (and dared to challenge me), I dragged my feet to the door and turned the lock. As I swung the door open, knowing full well my nose would be hit by the amount of booze circulating around the house, I didn't expect to see King Joffrey raised from the dead.

"What the hell?!"

"Seriously?! Do you really have to dress up as the most annoying character whose death has been celebrated by GOT fans all over the globe?" I stepped aside and let him get inside my small bedroom.

He smirked as he walked past me. "That's what Halloween is all about, right? His resurrection surely will be a nightmare."

I had to admit, I was feeling a little nervous. Not because the notorious bad boy in school happened to be in my bedroom, but because I have never been the tidiest person in the house, or even on the planet. My table, or what I'd like to call my throne, always had so many things covering its surface. Be it books (lots of them), action figures, laptop, stationaries, five cans of A&W root beer, and even the half-eaten pack of mint-flavored chewing gum. They were all there since I had the habit of keeping everything I needed in close proximity.

I looked at my surroundings and realized that my closet door was ajar, revealing all of my black funeral-themed clothes. One glance at Frayser who was occupied with a Deadpool action figure on my desk, I quickly closed the closet doors before he had a chance to see what was inside. Although considering that we were both going to the same high school and him being my brother's best friend, he had probably seen me wearing black every day.

Kids in school thought I was being emo, cursing the world while wearing my funeral ready clothes. I was aware of that. Believe me, when people talk shit about me, I know. What they didn't know was that I didn't curse the world or being an overly depressed teenager, I simply loved the color black.

I mean, black is a cool color, right? Those cool people in the movies and series always wore black. The Matrix, Men in Black, Damon Salvatore, Sirius Black. There was nothing wrong with wanting to wear your favorite color every day. No one talked shit about Veronica despite seeing her wearing pink every day.

Speaking of Veronica, I stared at the back of a guy who happened to be her boyfriend. Even an anti-social like me knew the story about Veronica Stiles and Frayser Richardson, the it couple at North High. A typical blonde cheerleader captain and dark-haired quarterback. They were the living proof that cliché did happen in real life as well as teenage books and movies.

Ugh. Why in the world he had to come to my room? I knew the party was still going, judging from the cheer and laughter, so why couldn't he do what he always did in the previous years which was getting drunk then puking in the backyard?

I pouted and slid my gaze to Cesare who was still keeping her Cleopatra pose on top of my purple bed sheet. She looked at me with a bored regal look on her face as if telling me that it was all my fault to open the door and now I had to deal with it on my own.

I noticed Frayser's back turned and immediately stopped my pissing contest with Cesare. "Where did you get this?" He held up the Deadpool action figure with one hand.

"TL Squared," I answered as I moved towards him.

He frowned. "What?"

"The Land of The Lost. You know that corner store who sells comics, costumes, and action figures." I took the unmasked Deadpool and put it back on the table, next to Captain America and Wolverine. "Wait," I paused. "Where's Spider-Man?"

One of his brows lifted. "I only grabbed Deadpool." He helped me search for my desk. "You have Spider-Man too? That's cool."

"I'm a Marvel girl, I have most of the heroes," I answered with a bit of pride. After all, I'd saved a lot of my allowance to buy them all, it only natural for me to be proud. I straightened up and crossed my arms. "I think I know where he is."

I turned around and stared at the furball laying the mattress who tried so hard to look innocent. "Come on, Cesare, give it to me. I know you have it."

I didn't know what was it with Spider-Man that made her steal him every time she had a chance.

"I don't think your cat understands."

I ignored his words and continued to stare at Cesare. "Fine." I shrugged off one shoulder. "No more role-playing. I won't be your servant while you play Cleopatra anymore."

After giving me a hard look, Cesare sighed and jumped off the bed. She walked into my closet through the small gap in the door (since it was an old closet anyway, the door never really closed). When she walked back out, sure enough, she had Spider-Man with her, in between her lips.

"Wow, that actually works. I thought only dogs can do that." There was genuine awe in his voice, something I had never heard coming from him. Let's be real, who would've thought someone like Frayser Richardson could be in so much awe over my cat?

"Please, cats are smarter than dogs. Plus, Cesare isn't just any cat." I bent and grabbed Spider-Man from Cesare and put it back to his place, next to Captain America. "Anyway, why are you here instead of out there?"

Instead of answering my question, he slid his gaze to my laptop and commented, "so you like K-Pop, huh."

I rolled my eyes and closed my laptop with one hand. "Frayser, why are you here? Won't your friends be looking for you?" I wanted to say: 'won't Veronica be looking for you' but refrained myself as I added, "I think DeShawn is probably looking for you right now."

Before he had a chance to answer, a loud banging noise came from the door, followed by a voice in an angry tone saying, "I know you're in there, Fray, come out now!"

We both glanced at the door before staring back at each other. I frowned as my brain started to recall the owner of that familiar voice. "Is that-"

"Veronica, yeah," said Frayser before I could finish my question. "I just broke up with her, V doesn't take it well, I guess."

I rolled my eyes. "You think?!" If Veronica Stiles was just another normal high school girl, she would probably find her best friend and cry on her shoulder. Yet again, she was the captain of the cheerleader squad and also the most popular girl at North High, there was no way she'd accept getting dumped.

Frayser put both hands on my shoulders and leaned down so he could level my eyes. My five feet self couldn't be more conscious of my midget situation but I reminded myself that it wasn't my fault that he was ridiculously tall. "Could you please do me a favor?"

His eyes locked with mine. We were so close that I could see his eyes clearly. Those brown eyes with one enchanting circle of green, constantly daring me to look closer, to see if it was really there or just a figment of my imagination.

I had never understood why girls fall heads over heels for Frayser Richardson. I wasn't blind, I knew he was handsome, popular, and rich but I never was a shallow person. Yet looking deeply into his eyes now, I started to doubt myself.

"Hide in the closet," I abruptly said before he found out that I was staring at him a little longer and creepier than necessary. "Quick."

One corner of his lips pulled upward and formed a lopsided smile on his face. "Thanks, Maya." He winked and went inside the closet. I stared at the doors of my closet for one last time and took a deep calming breath as I unlocked my bedroom door and swung it open.