Rapunzel
Monday was harder than I thought it would be. News had quickly spread about me going to one of the craziest parties of the year. I would get a few proud glances from some of the usual drinkers and a few looks of disgust from the quieter kids.

Typically, I hated any news of me being spread around our small-town school. But I was thankful that nothing had spread about me kissing Eugene.

I had come to the conclusion that it happened. The scene was a little blurry and tipsy, but there's no way I could imagine that. Usually in my fantasy of me and Eugene kissing, I made the first move. But that night, I didn't.

What also helped me come to this decision was the fact that he seemed to be ignoring me. I haven't heard a snarky comment from him or his nickname for me. In fact, anytime we came in contact at all, he would look anywhere but me.

I hated to admit it, but I felt used.

I know I shouldn't.

After all, he's dating Elsa. The queen of the school. I'm not sure why I thought I could possibly get him to fall in love with some random girl who's had a crush on him for as long as she can remember. That itself was silly to think.

And to think if I actually did break them up, that Eugene would suddenly move onto me? And Elsa to Jack? No. I should just give this whole mission up. It's so childish. So immature. So not me.

"Zel, you doing okay? You seem a little down." Jack stated, his blue eyes studying me.

I couldn't tell him what I was thinking. I mean, he is my best friend and we don't keep secrets from each other, but I just wasn't ready.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just still not feeling well." I replied, giving him a soft smile. He paused, clearly seeing that I was lying, but ignored it. Jack might not be the smartest kid, but he did know how to read people's feelings. He knew when they weren't ready to talk.

"So, how was your sleepover with Elsa? Did you enjoy being a princess for the night?" He teased, digging into his lunch.

"If by princess, you mean slut," I began, tossing my salad around. "Then yes! I loved every minute of it!" I sarcastically cheered.

"Any girl would've killed to be you that night." He replied, a soft smile on his face.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be," I sighed, rolling my green eyes. "I've always secretly wondered what it would be like to go out and get hammered like everyone else. They don't tell you how bad a hangover is though."

"Okay, so besides the hangover part, did you still have fun?"

"Depends which part of the night we're talking about. If it was the beginning then-"

"You definitely had a blast," Elsa cut off, suddenly entering into our conversation. I jumped, surprised at her voice. She let out a laugh, seeing my face. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, it's okay." I lightly laughed, placing my hand over my chest. My heart rate just increased by tenfold. God, now I had to talk about how much I had hanging out with her and her snotty friends.

Good thing I'm a great liar.

Not.

"I just wanted to come over and invite you to my house tonight," she continued, tossing her gorgeous curls over her shoulder. "The girls and I are going to go through some changes we want in this school and we want your opinion on a few things." She explained, slightly batting her large, blue eyes.

Why in the world would she want my opinion? I'm just some low life loser. Okay, maybe that's a little harsh, but I'm definitely not up to her standards. I'm more of a "stay in the background and never get noticed" kind of girl. The idea of her wanting my opinion sounded completely stupid.

I glanced at Jack, unsure of how to respond to this.

I didn't trust her.

But Jack, being completely blindsided by her beauty, quickly nodding his head at me. I let out a sigh, falling for his silent pleading. I didn't know what Elsa wanted or what she was up to, but as long as it made Jack happy, I was willing to agree. It's not like Elsa would kill me, right?

"Yeah, I'd love to come over. I love hanging out with you guys." I smiled, resting my hands on my lap.

She grinned, standing up taller. "Great! I'll see you around 8!" She cheered. She gave a small wave then strutted off.

Great. Now I get to spend my evening with a bunch of fake friends who just gossip about other kids in school. On top of that, hear about their sex lives.

And people would kill for this opportunity.

xxx
Elsa

"Sorry! Cheer practice ran a little late!" I shouted, entering the math room. Most of them quickly comforted me, claiming that I was right on time and that they didn't mind. Well, I minded. I don't like having them wait for me.

"Well, let's get started," Belle softly smiled. "Why don't we begin with who wants to go to the next competition?"

"I think Elsa would be a good choice." Nala quickly declared. "I mean, I know you're busy with cheer and makeup or whatever," She teased, earning a few laughs. "But you're quick with finding the answers. It'd be really nice to have you in the final round."

"In case you've forgotten, I'm not exactly the best person under pressure," I lightly chuckled, shrugging my shoulders. "I tend to, well, freeze up."

"You're overreacting," Tadashi replied. "I think if it came down to it, you could do it. You've just never tried." He smiled, trying to encourage me.

"Yeah, well, I'm a perfectionist. If there's even a slight chance of me screwing up, I'm not going to take the risk. Sorry, but I'm not going to the next competition." I declined, shaking my head.

After that, everyone dropped the subject of me going. I haven't gone to a single match my whole high school career. And, honestly, I want to keep it that way. Not only would I disappoint everyone, but the word could get out and ruin my reputation.

I can't let that happen.

Never.

xxx
Eugene

"God, I'm bored!" I groaned, throwing a ball at the wall. It bounced back to me, landing perfectly in my hands.

"Well, maybe you should stop complaining and come up with an idea to fix your boredom," Aladdin replied, glaring at me. He was laying on his back on the ground, start at the ceiling.

"I'm bored!" I shouted again, this time throwing the ball at his head. It bounced off, landing in my hands again.

Aladdin grumbled under his breath, annoyed with me. Naveen laughed beside me, lightly slapping my arm. I couldn't help but slightly chuckle. I loved getting Aladdin pissed.

"I'm bored!" I repeated, hitting his head again. I continued doing it over and over again. Naveen had tears pooling in his eyes as he watched Aladdin turn redder and redder. I honestly thought he would explode.

"Seriously! Just shut up!" He exclaimed, jumping to his feet. "Don't you see how fucking annoying you are?!"

"Chill, man. He's just foolin' around." Naveen defended, standing up as well.

"Yeah, well I'm sick of it! I'm sick of having to deal with shitheads like him!"

"What is your problem? Did someone steal your drugs our something today?" Naveen fired back, slightly pushing Aladdin. Oh great. Look what I've started.

I stood up, ready for this fight to go from bad to worse. I was just messing around. I didn't mean for fists to start flying. "God, would you stop saying that? I don't do drugs!" Aladdin declared.

"Dude, everyone knows. It's not a secret." I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"It's just a rumor, asshat. I don't do drugs. Never have, never will."

"Yeah, sure. That's what Jasmine says." Naveen scoffed, rolling his eyes. Before any of us could react, Aladdin socked Naveen across the face. Naveen fell to the ground, mumbling and holding his jaw.

"Dude! What the fuck?!" I shouted, quickly shoving Aladdin.

"He should've shut his mouth!" Aladdin defended. "No one talks about Jasmine. No one can even say her name unless it's a compliment!"

"God, are you fucking high, right now?" I shouted. "Get the fuck away!"

"Good. I didn't want to be anywhere near you jackasses anyways." Aladdin grumbled, rolling his eyes and walking away.

Once I knew he was gone, I knelt to the ground. Shit. I wasn't a doctor. What was I supposed to do with Naveen? "Dude, get up," I said, lightly slapping his arm.

"God. My jaw fricken hurts. How bad is it?" He asked, rolling onto his back.

It was already swelling. Honestly, it looked horrible. That was the worst punch I've ever seen in person. "It's not bad. Can you stand up?" I asked.

"It's really bright. I don't even want to open my eyes." I replied, covering his face. Great, one of our best players has a concussion. What was coach going to do now?

I shook my head, clearing that idea out of my thoughts. Forget about coach, what about Naveen? Should I take him to the doctor? Just have him walk it off? "I'm going to call your parents."

"Sounds good. I don't think I can drive. My head is just pounding." He complained as I grabbed his phone from his pocket. Damn it, what was I supposed to tell his parents? At least I wasn't the one who punched him. Aladdin was in for a world of hurt.

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Happy belated birthday Punzieboo ! Sorry for the late birthday gift, but I hope you like it! Hopefully, I should be able to update this book more often because now that I've started writing in it again, I'm hooked. I'm praying it's not a phase.