You don't know my name
You don't know anything about me
I try to play nice
I want to be in your game
The things that you say
You may think I never hear about them
But word travels fast
I'm telling you to your face
I'm standing here behind your back

Jordan Pruitt, Outside Looking In

"Alex, do you have any Tide-to-Go? I got syrup on my shirt at breakfast, and the spot is annoying me." I state as i open my locker. I'm asking Alex because Alex has everything. And I'm not exaggerating. Ever since I met my best friend Alex Rebman she always had whatever, whenever. Like the one time I asked if she had any yogurt during class (jokingly, of course) and she went in her purse and pulled out a Yoplait. From that moment, I knew to ask her when I needed something.

"Yup. Here." She handed me the Tide-to-go and I rubbed it on my brown velour sweatshirt. Then I moved to the matching sweatpants to get the stain off and handed it back. What I was wearing, let's just say if I told a girl who wasn't one of my two bestfriends where my ensemble was from (Target, as usual), Kristen Gregory would eventually find out and eat me alive. Or, her best friend Dylan Marvil would, knowing the red-head eats everything in sight. Or her other best friend,Alicia Rivera, would go all spanish-loco on me, or the oh-so innocent Claire Lyons would look at me with big blue eyes and beg me to get some decent clothes. Their all just petty bitches, those Pretty Committee girls.

"Thanks." I state as I hand it back and our other best friend, Jesse Figeroula walks up. She's in her usual ensemble, tight skiny jeans, a hoodie, and Etnies. And Alex is in a pink tu-tu looking skirt, an orange pleather jacket, so many necklaces, no one could count, purple metallic leggings, and black high-tops. I learned to love their styles individually. What other choice did I have, anyway? It's not like I could get new friends.

"I'm hungry, and if they run out of hot pizza because of you guys, I'm gonna beat you both up." Jesse states as we walk into the Cafeteria. I scan the room. Our usual table, Table 3, is empty. I take a quick glimpse at table 18, and sure enough, all 4 members of the bitchy committee are huddled in 'Gossip Position.' Figures.

"Guys, grab me a salad, I'm gonna go get some geometry problems done." I state as I start to walk away. I'm almost there when I bump into someone.

"Watch where your going, Assie." Kristen Greegory practically spat in my face.

"How about you, Bitchten." I spat right back. Me and my girls are the only ones who can stand up to Kristen Gregory without freaking out. She rolls her eyes and saunters back to her table. I just walk to my table and take out my books and start working. I take a quick peek at table 18, and sure enough, right on que, the soccer boys walk up to table 18, and the girls start giggling madly.

First, theirs Kemp Hurley, the notorious perv. He's never dated any of them, all he does is get in girls pants and leaves them.

Then, Chris Plovert. The perma-tanned semi-perv whose dating Dylan.

Then, Cam Fisher. Him and Claire are exactly alike. Quiet and sensitive. Ok, Claire can be a bitch, but she's the nicest of the bunch.

Next, Josh Hotz. The hispanic guy with the best teeth you could ever see. Alicia throws herself at her, but he doesn't date.

Lastly, there's Derrick Harrington.

Wow. What can you say about this guy?

For one, he's dating Kristen Gregory, so you obviously know he's crazy in the head. Next, his ego is about the size of Asia. And Australia. And Canada. He has every girl at his will. He is thee stupidest boy you could ever meet. Yet, he can do all of this, and still manage to look incredibly hott. Not that I'd admit that, of course. For one, yes, he's hott, but I don't like him. Second, my friends would flip. He flashes the girls a smile which makes them giggle all over again.

I sware I'm going to punch them all.

"Massie, did you not hear me? Here's your salad." Alex shoves a Ceaser salad infront of my books and I quickly put them in my bookbag. I silently eat my lunch and glare at table 18.

"Hey, babe." Jesse's boyfriend Jake walks up. Jake is an eyeliner wearing, floppy haired skater boy. Him and Jesse met at some skateboarding match, and now their dating.

"Heyyy." She giggles as he sits down and he kisses her cheek. This is rare. You never hear a girl like Jess giggle unless her boyfriend is around. I start to turn my glare back to table 18, until my heart stops and I freeze. Derrick Harrington. Thee Derrick Harrington is staring straight at me! He winks and turns his attention back to his girlfriend, and when she looks away, he rolls his eyes. I'm still frozen. Derrick Harrington winked at me.

"Mass, are you ok? You don't look too good." Alex says as she adjusts her fedora. I sigh and look at her.

"Just a little dizzy," I state and turn my attention back to table 18 as I saw Derrick Harringtons eyes dart back to his girlfriend. He was looking at me again!

I smile as I look back at my best friend.

"I think I'll be fine, though."

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Okayy so theres a lot of stories like this out there, but this one will be good, I promise.

AND i knoww i promised i would start 'Kidnapped', put a chappy up on 'A Chipmunk Christmas', and put the date chappy on PSILY

I'll do that now. I just need to keep my attention to writing. I stayed home from school so I could catch up on my writing (I told my mom i had a stomachache)

Tootles!