I finally cornered them when school ended.

It was a nice change for once. Instead of me being the prey, I was the predator.

I knew that the three of them have been avoiding me once lunch ended, and even if they couldn't avoid me, they ignored me. I was used to the ignoring from most people, but not to the guys.

Bennett's route always passed by me when I got to fifth period, but I knew he steered clear for me. As soon as he saw me, he halted his bright blue eyes widening in fear. It was a sight to see the Bennett Frazier anything but calm. He was panicked, not knowing what to do. I tried to catch up to him, but he pulled on his hood, slouched and blended easily into the crowd. For a popular guy, he can be invisible when he wanted to. I could learn a lot from him.

But it wasn't like I was going to let him off that easily. It took a while, but I finally found his head in the crowd. He somehow maneuvered right around me and was heading towards his next class. Bennett was quite tall, and even if he hunched, I could still see him a mile away.

There were some guys from the football team with Parker as well. I asked them politely if I could borrow the football they were playing with. Parker was eager to give it, ignoring the grumbles from his teammates. I watched Bennett's head as it walked farther and farther away. I measured the distance, estimating and doing some other nerd stuff. Then with the football in my hand, I held my arm back and threw it. Everyone had stopped what were they doing, they stopped talking, walking, they just stopped altogether. Everyone's eyes, Parker's eyes, my eyes followed the football as it flew into the air to then hit Bennett at the back of his head, hearing the yelp from him. I fist pumped the air and received an applause and whistles from the football team. I did a short bow then went on my way to fifth period, chemistry.

Jordan was the stupidest when trying to ignore me. For one thing, he's my partner in chemistry. We sat literally two feet away from each other. So good luck trying to ignore a seatmate, especially one who's in chemistry. You have to talk to them, work together with them, especially in classwork. I learned that the hard way with previous partners, who didn't want anything to do with me. Some even went as far as to "accidentally" pour dangerous chemicals on me, just so I could be sent to the nurse. Thankfully for the both of us, we switched partners, for my safety and her happiness.

Jordan here though, didn't do that, to my dismay or his. Instead he was just his idiot self. The first few minutes of class he ignored me, staring out the window, whistling a tune, actually listening to class (I know, unbelievable right?). But when we were forced to do the experiment for classwork, he did everything for me, just to avoid conversation. And let me tell you this, never let anyone, especially someone like Jordan, do the experiment for you. I tried to correct him, help him out, but he refused my help, determined not to talk to me. And it ended up, he made a small explosion.

I specifically told him not to put the water, no matter how little the amount, on the small sample of sodium.

But did he listen?

No, he didn't.

The smoke activated the fire sprinkler system, besides nearly singing off his eyebrows. In the end, he got what he wanted, the silent treatment from me.

And last, but least, there was Declan. Given we also had the same P.E class with Ms. Ramos, it was already hard enough for him to ignore me, just like Jordan. But to make things worse, we were partners for the soccer tournament held by Ms. Ramos. When Declan and I won the first round, we took a break from playing the next few weeks, having other kids verse others. And it was good too, given the week I skipped school and when he got suspended for a week. But he's sure going to have a hard time ignoring me, just like Jordan did in chemistry. And look how that ended up in the end.

The key to soccer besides skills and good plays is the team itself. You need good teamwork to win a game. You have to learn how to communicate with them, work together, pass the ball, and not get mad at them but encourage them to get better. Declan's idea of ignoring me is pretty much not communicating me at all. Compared to our play back when we first met, we looked like a bunch of rookies, beginners even who never heard of the word soccer before. He kept on keeping the ball to himself (given he doesn't have any). I was open several times, and the opponents kept on ganging up on him. I don't doubt Declan's soccer skills, but no one should be able to hold on the ball that long with no help from your partner. But nevertheless, he did it.

He scored one goal after another, even doing a hat-trick. So I was forced to watch as Declan pretty much did the whole game by himself. Out of boredom, I even sat at the middle of the field, ignoring Ms. Ramos as she kept on screaming at me to get my ass off her field and get into the game. My head kept on looking left and right as he passed me each time. I watched as he literally passed by me with the ball, having the urge to stick my foot out for him more than a couple of times. The game ended with eleven to nothing, when Ms. Ramos got bored at how Declan was easily scoring and how pathetic the opposing team was.

I walked over to the forgotten ball when the game was ended. I was searing mad at Declan for taking all the shots and not even passing me the ball once. In revenge, I did the obvious thing. I kicked the ball up, juggled with it a few times, and then kicked it square at Declan's head. The headshot took Declan by surprise, knocking him off his feet and landing on his back on the field. I walked towards him, looked at his dazed expression, literally not knowing what hit him. Then with a scoff I continued walking towards the bleachers.

But now it's the end of school. After surviving the girl's locker room, which was tougher than the boy's locker room in my opinion. Even though I wasn't that bullied anymore, I still didn't like the stares and whispers behind my back, so I changed in the bathroom stall like I usually do. I quickly left the locker room once the bell rang, and went in search for the Musketeers. First, I waited for Declan to leave the locker room. I stood right next to the door, leaning next to the wall beside it, arms crossed, and impatient. He was the last one to leave, and even then he was still cautious. The door slowly opened, and his head poked out, looking left, then right to jump in surprise to find me glaring at him. He yelped as I grabbed him by the collar and yanked him out of the boy's locker room. Then I began to walk down the hall, holding Declan Lynch by the collar and having him follow me like a dog.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he kept repeating to me.

I gripped the collar tighter. "Where's Jordan?" I demanded, ignoring his apologies.

He was quiet, not wanting to turn in his friends. I couldn't help but admire the friendship even though they argue every time they see each other. But I was still mad at him. I tugged on the collar, making him jerk forward.

"Do you want me to repeat that again?" I threatened.

"Edwards, French," Declan confessed.

I walked faster towards the class, fuming.

Declan and I arrived to Ms. Edwards's class for French in record time. I dumped Declan next to the door, giving him the look to not even think about running. It would have made him proud if he wasn't so terrified. I stood right in front of the door, arms crossed and waiting for Jordan.

Most people would join French for Ms. Edwards, thinking she was some hot young teacher who spoke bad English. But it's funny watching their reactions when they figure out that Ms. Edwards was really a lady of her late 30s or early 40s. You'd feel bad for her not finding someone, if it weren't for her attitude. Unlike kind Mrs. Matthews, she's cranky, mean, and boring. She has bad hearing, so she usually lets her class late for not hearing the bell. But anyone can just look at the clock at tell the bell has rung, especially her. She must have been working here for years and must know the bell schedule by heart. But the real reason why she has the class leave early if because she likes to look at her eye candy for a little while younger. You see, she still has an eye for young men like the cougar she is.

Most of her classes consists of guys because they all thought that she's some hot teacher. They think of this because of the person before them would tell him so. But it was really out for revenge of the previous person who told him that lie. So it ends up that it was a whole chain of guys falling for the lie of a hot French teacher. And sadly enough, Jordan has fallen into the chain as well. I would have felt bad for the guy if I wasn't so mad at him, especially for the whole explosion in chemistry.

I heard the screech of chairs being back up and the thundering of feet of an army of kids racing out of this place. I back one, two steps away and the door burst open. And just like I suspect, all whole bunch of guys came out of the room. All of them were wearing the same relieved look on their faces. Though there was a girl or two who also left the class. Either they went to the class for French entirely, even though Mr. Carlton was a better French teacher, or they also heard of the rumor of the hot French teacher and rolled that way.

Jordan was the last to leave the classroom and the most eager.

"See you tomorrow too, Ms. Edwards," Jordan said nervously. "N-no, I don't want to stay and chat. I have... uh, stuff to do. Bye." He quickly walked out of the door. He even slammed it shut, leaning against the door and sighing with relief. But when he saw me, he looked like he rather take up Ms. Edwards offer.

Jordan groaned. But before I could say something, he opened the door, peering inside. "Hey, Ms-"

I grabbed him by the ear, making him yelp in pain. Before Declan could run, I also grabbed him by the ear for good measure.

"Ow, ow, ow," Declan complained.

"Not the ear, not the ear," Jordan whined, "Anything but the ear!"

I pulled their ears, making them whine at how much it hurts.

"Now where's Bennett," I growled.

"Acker, computers," both of them said in unison.

With a tug, I led the two of them down the hall to Mr. Acker's class. It was actually a sight to see a girl, such as my stature as unpopular (used to be, for now anyway) and bullied, was seen leading two of the most popular and scariest guys in the school. I looked like a teacher picking two troublemakers by the ear and leading them to the principal's office. No, this is way scarier than that. The two of them were complaining the whole way, even asking if we were there yet. I just had to tighten my grip making them shut up.

Mr. Ackers is probably the only eligible bachelor of the school besides Coach Douglass. He looks like he's straight out of college, maybe even older like a college professor, given he's been teaching computers for a couple years. He's a bit like an older nerd gone right with tousled black hair, gray rectangular glasses on the middle of his face, and an unshaved look. Pretty tall, skinny frame like most nerds, he usually wears the usual white button downs with the occasional blazer.

But the thing is, he's more of a brains guy than brawn like Coach Douglass. And just like school, people choose sports over smarts, popular over unpopular. He's the nicest of my teachers back when I had computers as an elective in junior year. I think it's because he's a nerd himself that he had his sympathies for a fellow nerd, maybe even bullied himself. Some girls have a crush on him, but it usually stops and they would move on to either guys their age or to Coach Douglass.

The door was left open, propped open by a doorstop. It let the sounds of typing of keyboards and clicking of mouses of computers were heard from outside. Mr. Ackers let some kids stay after school to finish projects or study on the computer because the computers on the library are pretty old. I haven't been in the elective, computers since junior year, dropping out of class at the end of first semester. Mostly it was because of one too many pranks kids pulled on me. Like putting a post-it note under my mouse so I would stupidly move my mouse and the arrow wouldn't move. One kid even glued a mouse to the table, having me move to another computer. But it wasn't until the huge prank that caused me to log into unspeakable sites that had both police and even Homeland Security take me into custody for a long interrogation. They let me go but told me they had their eye on me. After that, I just dropped out of his class. But I heard rumors that Mr. Ackers himself found the one behind the prank and expelled him from school.

Not caring about my bad history I have with the class, in anger I stormed into the classroom.

Mr. Acker stood up from his desk in surprise. "Naomi?"

I ignored my previous teacher. My eyes scanned the room, my teeth bared in anger.

"Bennett Frazier," I growled. "Where are you?"

There were more than a few kids than I expected. Almost all of them heard my loud entrance, and if they didn't hear that, my demand caught their attention. They all looked up from their computers, pausing from typing on their keyboards. Everyone's eyes were on me, and for once I didn't mind.

I said it once more. "Where is Bennett Frazier?" I growled at them, my eyes hardening.

All at once, everyone pointed their fingers at the kid at the center of the room. It was as if they practiced doing this, the gesture was in perfect sync. And it turns out there was Bennett, the only kid oblivious to the whole scene. He was wearing school headphones that came with every computer. The music was on full blast, letting even me hear it from all the way at the front of the class. His head bobbed to the music, his eyes glued to the screen. The only sound in the classroom was his fast typing on the keyboard.

A small smirk formed on my face. I walked towards him, everyone's eyes following me as he did. When I was right next to him, he still didn't notice me. So I yanked the headphones of his head. He jerked in reflex, toppling backwards on his chair to have him crash onto the floor. The whole classroom gasp, but I ignored it. Bennett looked up at me and all the color in his face drained away. It was rare, no, rarer than rare to ever see Bennett like this, panicked, speechless, dumbfounded.

He scrambled back on all fours away from me. "N-Naomi?" Bennett stammered. "W-what are you doing here?"

I cracked my knuckles. "I dare you to guess."

Bennett visibly gulped.

I kicked the chair away, showing how pissed I was. Grabbing him by the collar, I didn't bother pulling him up to his feet and just dragged him away, out the classroom. Everyone watched this whole scene both speechless and dumbfounded.

"Have a nice day, Mr. Acker." I said as I passed him by before kicking the rubber doorstop away, having the classroom door slowly close.

"You too-" The door shut itself, not even letting him finish his sentence.

Now that I have gathered the three of them, I dragged them towards the west wing of school that is usually abandoned in afterschool. I know because that's where I usually hide to when my bullies go looking for me right when school ends. It may have looked awkward, crazy even, watching a girl drag three guys behind her by their collars. Only it was crazier than that given this "girl" happens to be the most unpopular and bullied girl in school, more commonly known as Nerdy Naomi. Just as the three guys she happens to be dragging is the most popular and feared guys in school, more commonly known as the Three Musketeers. And I do have to admit, it really was crazy, a sight to see, really.

As I practically dragged them down the halls, they were complaining, apologizing, begging for mercy. I would have laughed at how funny it was that the Musketeers were begging for mercy to... me. But I was too angry to do so. Even though they were pretty much being kidnapped, they were nice to help me out. I obviously wasn't strong enough to carry, much less drag three guys. So I could hear the squeaks of their shoes as they tried to walk themselves backwards beside me having to drag them. Soon they learned to give up complaining, apologizing, and begging for mercy, and let me drag them in silence, with a little of their help. It was then they started to talk amongst each other.

"Dude, I'm scared."

"I know."

"Me too."

"What do you think she's going to do with us?"

"I don't know."

"Me too."

"Is she going to lecture us?"

"I don't know."

"Me too."

"Is she going to kill us?"

"I don't know."

"Me too."

"Is she going to-"

I took a sharp right, making all three of them ram into the wall. They all grunted on impact in unison.

"Whoops," I said in a blunt voice.

The three of them grumbled under their breath about how I much I must suck at driving games. I must have proved that was true when I did a sudden U-turn, remembering that it was actually the left I was supposed to take. As I did the U-turn, I accidentally had them crash into a metal trash can.

"Whoops," I said in a blunt voice.

They shut up altogether after that.

Soon we reached to the west wing of the school. No one really uses it anymore, except when they were ditching class and camp out here. Well, among the other things when having the privacy of abandoned classrooms. No one really knows why exactly this part of the school is abandoned. Though there have been rumors that a kid died here among other stories, and everyone likes a good ghost story. But I like the west wing despite the mysterious history. It was quiet and peaceful, I could be here for hours and no one would notice, not they would in the first place. And it's the best place to usually hide from bullies when they searched for me. But none of them have the guts to pursuit me here. They're too scared of the ghost stories and didn't want to risk getting caught by the ghost.

I immediately stopped walking, having their shoes squeaking to a halt on the floor. I pulled them onto their feet. They stumbled a bit, getting used to the feel of their legs after having to be half-walk, half-dragged the whole time. When they found their balance, I pushed them back against the lockers. The lockers rattled on impact, they grunted in pain. But they shook it away and stared back at me as I stared back at them. We stared at each other for what felt like a long time until I finally broke the silence.

"You guys can drop the act," I assured them, crossing my arms.

All three of them were silent.

My arms dropped to my sides. "Please tell me it's a joke." I asked them, my voice quiet. It may sound like I was begging them, but it felt more like I was begging them.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Jordan said, looking away from me.

I was in front of him in a second, our faces inches away. His bright green eyes widened in surprise, meeting my brown ones. I punched the locker between him and Bennett, making all of them flinch, startled by this.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about." I growled lowly at them.

"I don't know why you're so mad at us," Jordan grumbled, "Be so mad to actually track us down."

"Be so mad to actually drag us down the hall."

"Be so mad to actually threaten us like this."

"Be so mad to actually hit me with a ball," Bennett and Declan said simultaneously.

Then they looked at each other in surprise.

"You got hit, too?" Declan asked his friend.

"Yup, with a football in the head on my way to fifth period," Bennett answered.

"I got a soccer ball to the head in sixth."

"Lucky," Jordan muttered. "I nearly had my eyebrows singed off in chemistry."

"She did that to you?" Bennett and Declan asked Jordan in disbelief.

"Nah, I just didn't listen."

The two of them shrugged, understanding this fact. Jordan glared at them for that.

"I have a right to be mad at you," I told them, catching their attention.

I turned away from them, not wanting to look at them. I took a deep breath. "At first I wasn't mad at you guys," I said. "I would have been okay with this, with all of this. I would have been okay with you guys dating them. But that change when all of you ignored the rest of the day, as if you wanted nothing to do with me, as if I never existed." I spat the last two words because it was bad taste in my mouth.

Jordan put his hand on my shoulder. "Naomi-"

"Don't." I said, shrugging off his hand harshly. "I'm not finished."

I looked back at them. "The last time I checked, you hated them. I was blinded by the thought of them being my friends, liking me, becoming popular. And you were the ones that warned me about. And the next thing I knew, you guys are dating. You're not just dating any girls. You're dating the Fearsome Threesome. You're dating my bullies. The same girls like so many others who called me those names, those jokes that made me run to the bathroom to cry by myself." The names were flooding into my mind like a river. Just the same as the tears that were daring flood out, but I held them back. "The ones who told me everyday how worthless and pathetic I am..." I broke off.

I closed my eyes and shooked my head, I can't even bear to look at them. "How could you?" I whispered so quietly. "How could you?"

"Naomi," Bennett said. "You just don't understand."

"I don't understand?" I repeated in disbelief. "I don't understand? What I don't understand is your gang life. What I don't understand is my bullying. This... I can understand. But only if you explain it to me."

There was another long pause. None of them looked at me. They couldn't even look at each other.

"W-we can't," Declan forced out, his shoulders sagging in defeat. "We just... can't."

"Fine then," I snapped, making them all tense at the harshness in my voice. "You want to keep me in the dark? You want nothing to do with me? Then just tear up that stupid contract then! It's useless anyway!" My voice was rising to the point I was screaming at them. "What's the use of this? What's the use of any of this is you can't trust me? What's the use if you don't even care about me?"

"Naomi we do-"

"Save it," I growled, moving my hand to silence them. "Save it for your girlfriends. Or for the next nerd you want to save. Your words are nothing to me anymore. They're all lies!"

"We're not lying!" Jordan retorted. "We're-"

Declan glared at Jordan, silencing him.

"You're what?" I asked them. "You're what?"

Bennett shook his head. "We're... we're sorry, Naomi... We just-" he paused, taking a deep breath "-saw a different side of them. They're... different then you thought they were."

Different? How could they be different from the bullies I know them as? How could they be different as the girls who called me names that made me hesitate just leaving my own house? How could they be different as the girls who made fun of me to the point of hating myself?

"Is this really true?" I asked them, meeting their eyes. "You guys really like them?"

They slowly nodded their heads.

"I see." I said. "So you chose them over me." I could help but snort at that. "Figures."

"Now wait a second," Jordan began. "We never said anything about choosing them over you."

"You didn't have to, it's pretty obvious that you do," I told him. "They're more popular and prettier than me. They're right for you. You don't have to lie anymore to spare my feelings. You don't have to be stuck with me. Why choose me when you can have them?"

"We don't want them we-" Jordan said before Declan once again silence him with another glare. He looked away, finishing what he was saying. "Why can't we still be friends with you?"

I laughed. But it wasn't a laugh like when I shared a joke with them. It was a laugh of how stupid the question was. It's a laugh full of scorn for both the question and where this conversation is going to.

"Are you kidding?" I asked him incredulously. "You actually think that you can still be friends with me while dating them? You actually think that'll work? You can't possibly think that no one, especially them, will let you still be friends with me. It's unnatural. Our friendship to begin with is unnatural. Open your eyes, Jordan, and look at the reality"

"I don't like what I'm looking," Jordan growled.

"Do you really think of this, Naomi?" Bennett asked me. "Do you really think that it's better off that we don't become friends anymore."

I stopped short, staring at him in disbelief. "Do you really think of that?"

"No, of course not," he said, shaking his head. "I'm just asking if you think if it's for the best."

For the best? I paused for a moment. "I... I think so. I-I don't know. Sometimes I think if we really are better off never knowing each other. We're so different in so many ways. But..."

"But?" Declan pressed.

"But at the same time... I would have ever thought that it would be so fun knowing you guys." I shook my head. "I don't want us to stop being friends."

"Then why aren't you fighting for us?"

I glared at him. "Why aren't I fighting for you? Like the same you did for me?" They flinched at that, and I knew I hit a nerve. "What do you think I've been doing? Why do you think we're here in the first place? I don't want you guys to go. I don't want you guys to stop being friends with me..." I trailed off but tsked at myself. "What am I saying? Why do you expect me to fight for you guys? Especially when you already chose them over me? Do you guys just like the fact you're being fought over? You sick-"

"No!" Bennett said. "We don't mean it like that!"

I looked at Bennett in surprise. I never witness Bennett ever being mad, much less shouting.

"It's not that, it's not that at all." He said, staring at the ground so his bangs would cover his eyes. "We didn't expect you to fight for us, we didn't expect any of this at all. We never knew you would care so much about us that you would-" he paused and chuckled "-threaten and physically hurt us, to actually scare us."

The other two chuckled at that too, but it was more nervous than genuine.

"We didn't expect you to demand us, to lecture us, to tell you how you feel about this. We thought you would just go with it."

All of them looked at the ground in shame now. I snorted, catching their attention and looking up at me.

"If you know one thing about me," I said to them. "Is that I don't just... go with it. I fight back, of course with sarcastic comebacks. And don't think I'm going to just let go of my friends without a fight."

We all shared smiled with each other.

"I'm shouldn't have been so mad at you. I'm-"

"Don't say sorry," Bennett said. "We should be the ones who're sorry."

"And we are," Declan added.

"It's just... I didn't know what to do, I never felt so mad. So..."

"Jealous?" Jordan offered.

I snorted at that. "Don't push it."

I continued. "If you really can't explain why any further, then I get it. If you don't want to tell me, then don't tell me. I don't have to know. I just don't want anything to change."

"Nothing's going to change, Naomi," Declan told me. "It never was."

I sighed in relief. "I'm glad."

"Hey," Jordan said. "Let's go grab something to eat."

"Great idea," I said. "You want to head back to that-"

"Oh Bennett!" An all too familiar voice called out.

All of our heads whipped towards the same direction of the source of the voice. And if you've guessed it, you're right. Here comes the three girls, walking towards the guys in the same catwalk unison. Their hips swayed like a boat in a storm and their too high heels clicked on the hallway floors.

If I didn't know better, I think I just heard the guys actually gulp simultaneously.

Abby jumped Bennett and pulled him into a tight hug. Bennett for one second looked like he was choking, but soon hugged back his girlfriend.

"Abby," Bennett said too cheerfully once he pushed Abby away. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I was looking for you. All of us were, silly," Abby teased.

I looked back at the other two guys and it was as if they turned into boyfriend mode. Jordan had one arm wrapped around Candice waist, as she played with the collar of his shirt. Candice was giggling like a school girl as she did this, but Jordan kept on fiddling his collar back to the way it was, just to have Candice do it once more. It was an endless circle.

Declan on the other hand had was whispering things in Hannah's ear, making her turn redder than a tomato. He had one arm against the lockers, leaning very close to Hannah making her turn redder and redder. But Declan wore a blank, maybe even bored, expression on his face, like he memorized the things he's saying to Hannah by script.

"We wanted to know if you want to go eat out with us," Candice purred, as she rested her head on Jordan.

Jordan cleared his throat. "Actually-"

"Great!" Abby said as she clapped her hands together. "There is a five-star restaurant with the most superb vegetarian sandwiches."

"How can someone like vegetarian sandwiches?" Jordan grumbled under his breath. "If there's no meat, then I don't eat."

He has a point.

"It's because vegetarian sandwiches are the best thing ever invented," Hannah answered, snapping her attention away from Declan who sighed in relief as he moved away from her as soon as he could. Hannah frowned at the space now between Declan and her.

Jordan snorted. "The best thing ever created is video games and pizza."

He has a point.

"Uh-uh-uh," Candice sang, wagging her finger at Jordan playfully.

Jordan stopped short, looking at Candice for a long time. Then he looked away saying, "I was just messing around. Vegetarian sandwiches are the best thing ever invented."

He doesn't have a point.

Since when did vegetarian sandwiches top pizza or video games as the best thing ever invented? When did Jordan agree with Hannah much less like vegetarian sandwiches?

"But we were planning to eat out with Naomi," Declan told the girls.

"Naomi has too many things to do and won't be able to eat out like she thought she would," Abby informed them. "Isn't that right Naomi?"

"I-I am?" I asked.

She repeated herself again, shooting me a cold glare. "Isn't that right Naomi?"

It was then I remembered.

"We-" she said, gesturing to their girls "-like your friends. You-" gesturing to me "-are in our way. Now two things can happen, and either way we're going to get them. So either you back off... or we make you."

"Yeah," I said slowly. "I have some studying I need to catch up on, plus that project I need to start working on."

I learned I have an individual project in chemistry, not needing the help of Jordan (not that I ever want too...) my partner in the class. I was planning to start on it tomorrow, but it's best to do the projects as soon as possible.

"See?" Abby said, and then she sighed. "It's a shame really, that she rather study than have fun. But at the same time it's quite amazing-"

I smiled at this. "Thank-"

"-at how boring she can be," Abby finished.

"-Never mind," I muttered under my breath.

"Well come, boys." Abby ordered, grabbing Bennett's hand and already beginning to walk down the hall. Hannah and Candice noticed and grabbed their boyfriends' hands as well, following right behind her.

I watched as they walked away from me. The boys looked back at me as the girls dragged them away. Their eyes were saying sorry to me, apologizing to me for both them and the girls. But they broke their gaze to look back at the girls as they continued to talk about the restaurant they'll be going to. I heard the slam of the door at the end of the hall. I winced at the harsh sound of door's slam.

But I didn't just wince at that sound.

But the thought of them shutting me out of their perfect little world, leaving me alone in mine.

Here's another chapter for you guys! I hope you all enjoyed it... or hated it. Whatever floats your boat!

If you noticed to your right or wherever here, I made a new cover for the book. The Good Girl's Bad Boys: The Good, The Bad, And The Bullied. I remember watching How I Met Your Mother (Greatest TV show that I still can't believe ended T-T) and Ted had these red cowboy books that he always says, "I pull them off." And the gang made fun of him by making cowboy titles as "classic Westerns with red cowboy boots in them" about them, one of them was Robin's "The Good, The Bad, And The Fabulous." I remember thinking of that and came up with this. You'll see why I added that once the book ends.

Everyone: Boo! We don't want to hear that.

Don't worry, we're barely halfway through the book. It won't be ending anytime soon.

Everyone: Yay! Whoo-hoo!

Anywho, I'm dedicating this chapter to my good friend StormyTheZebra. She's awesome, a great person to talk to and a great writer as well. Check her page out and maybe you'll see any books that interest you. Hope you love the chapter Stormy :)

Until next time readers.

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