~{Desdemona's Point of View}~

I sighed as I sat in a far corner, watching people just stand around, talking. Some jocks were kicking around a soccer ball and a couple pulled their shirts off. I hug my knees to my chest, feeling tired and already wanting to get out of this class. I find my eyes trailing towards Ash and wonder what his motive was for talking to me when obviously nobody in this preppy ass school liked me.

He catches me staring at him and grins sexily, waving.

I frown and roll my eyes exaggeratedly. I don't stop watching him though, and he grins, pulling his shirt over his head and exposing his abs.

I avert my eyes and roll my eyes. I could not let myself get pulled in by his act. It couldn't happen or that would give everyone another reason to make fun of me. Desdemona, the girl who lost her virginity with the school's player. Yeah, I could see it being the talk of the school.

Taking out my sketchbook, I begin drawing a quick sketch of a beautiful girl kissing a very attractive boy. The kiss was very bittersweet though. It was supposed to characterize the perfect kiss. But something was off. It was missing something very important but I couldn't grasp what it could be. Sighing, I shrug and put the sketchbook up.

This class was so boring and it helped me decide to take a small nap. Laying my head down on my knees, I drift into a light sleep.

~{Chelsea's Point of view}~

I sigh and sit back down in my little corner. I doze off and Spencer's face is in my mind, looking at me and smiling his handsome smile. 'Why am I thinking of him? Ash is the one I want! Right?' I open my eyes and glance at Ash giving 'Demon' a sexy, teasing lopsided smile. 'He's so hott!' I slowly doze off yet again and jerk up as the bell rings. I jump up and grab my things, going to the cafeteria for lunch break. I sit down at the "prep" table, as everyone calls it, and greet my friends smiling and hopping in line to get pizza. I look around the cafeteria and catch a glimpse of Spencer, sitting at a table with a whole bunch of guys with instruments, and he laughs. He also looks around and catches sight of me. Our eyes meet and he smiles as the guys at his table raise their eyebrows, jokingly punch his arm, or make obnoxious ooohing and awwwing sounds. I smile and roll my eyes, motioning the signal at the guys, and he laughs. After getting my food, I sit at my table and the girls roll their eyes and huff.

"What?" I ask getting aggravated as they stare at me dumbly.

They glare and get up, throwing away their trays, and walk out into the courtyard.

I sigh and slowly begin to eat my food.

~{Spencer's Point of View}~

I watch as Erik downs a whole carton of chocolate milk as my other friends chanted, "Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!!"

He finished it and slammed the empty carton down on the table, belching loudly. "And that's how you do it!"

I chuckle, rolling my eyes and looking away, somehow meeting Chelsea's beautiful blue eyes. I smile and Erik punches me in the shoulder. "Awww, is Chelsea Furdonan smiling at you?! How sweet!!" He jokes.

I chuckle and punch him playfully. "C'mon man, shut up. Me and Chelsea is pretty much ny ridiculous little fantasy that will never become reality. I mean, look at her..." I say, trailing off.

"You know what this calls for?" asked Erik.

"A SONG!!!" answered everyone else. They knew exactly what Erik was talking about. Actually, it was pretty much a tradition in our group. If one of our friends was in an 'unstable', as we liked to call it, state, one of us would sing a song to fit the mood.

I look up at Erik as he begins to play 'Slow Dance' by Framing Hanley on guitar and singing it.

I sighed as he sang, imagining me and Chelsea slow dancing to this song. We could dance all night and nobody would say a word to us. I leaned forward, kissing her lips and she kissed back.

"Dude, still here?"

I sigh, coming back to reality and watching Shaun, another one of my friends, wave his hand in front of my face. "Yes, I'm still here."

He smiled, "Good, I thought you might've left us in this hellhole for someplace better."

I shake my head, chuckling. "No, of course not." I turn to Erik and watch him sing.

"This is not my strongest point, that she knows. She pardons me for stepping on her toes. I heard she's a pageant queen. So what's she doing dancing with me? I hope time could stop, its hard for me to breath. She's really falling in love with me. What should I say? What should I do?" Erik sang.

At this point everyone had stopped talking and were watching him sing. Everybody loved Erik. He got along with everyone and he could sing really well.

Now me on the other hand, I was quiet and I didn't really sing that much in public. I glance at Chelsea and watch as she eats and watches Erik play. I felt somewhat jealous of him. 'Does she think he's hott? Does she like him...?' I think to myself. I shake my head and turn back to my food, picking at it and sighing.

~{Desdemona's Point of View}~

I trudged into the cafeteria, dragging my feet as if my legs were shackled with balls and chains. Glancing around, I found an empty table and sat there by myself. I got out my laptop and connected to the internet. I checked my email to make sure my stepdad didn't send me any targets. There were none and I sighed. I looked up and saw Erik Murphy singing a song by one of my favorite bands. I rolled my eyes and glanced back at my laptop. I didn't have a good history with Erik. He always found a way to bug the shit out of me. Everytime we talked, he'd ask me if I had tried to get therapy yet. Why? I don't know, but it pissed me off. I guess that was another reason why no one in this school liked me. I yelled at Erik Murphy, everyone's favorite douche...

Grabbing my iPod Touch from my bag, I put the earbuds in my ears and drown out Erik with Another Bottle Down by Asking Alexandria.