Chapter 1

I was at school wandering the halls during my free period. Everyone's either sitting in the hall or the classrooms, busying themselves with undone homework and makeup assignments. I had work to do, I just chose not to do it. I just wanted to wander the halls, nodding to my junior homies and staring down meek freshmen to get them scared. I was what you'd call the "school alpha bully" or whatever. I was the baddest, meanest dude in school, to one person especially.

And here he is now.

Edd Vincent was at his locker fiddling away with his textbooks. I pick on him the most. Why? Because the sophomore has no friends, he's shy, he's defenseless, and everyone thinks it's funny when I mess with him.

I'm not kidding. The nerd really has no friends. I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because I constantly torture him. Maybe it's because he's a faggot.

I started targeting the pathetic creature a year ago when he moved here¾here being Peach Creek High in Cherry Field, Rhode Island, a super tiny town in the southern part of the state¾from Alaska. I had no particular reason for making fun of him when he arrived, but making people the butt of my joke was just something I enjoyed. Plus, everyone else found it funny, so I liked it.

Smirking, I approached.

"Y'know," I began. He jumped when he heard me, and meekly turning to face me. Those baby blue eyes looked into mine, and I could tell he was scared. "You'd probably have more friends if you weren't such a dweeb."

He sighed, and turned back to his locker. "Salutations to you too, Kevin."

"Listen dork," I said, beginning the lie that would end my mortal life. "A friend of mine wanted to ask you to Junior Prom, but he was too scared so he sent me over."

I'd caught his interest. "Really?" he asked hopefully. "May I ask who?"

"Kane Edwards," I said. "Know him?"

"Yeah," he said. "He sits next to me in Spanish."

"Right. So will you go with him?"

He smiled. "I'd be delighted!"

"Great. The dance is Friday after school. Meet Kane in the foyer ten till seven. We'll take pictures and such."

"That sounds like a good arrangement! Thank you Kevin!"

I nodded, then strutted away. He'd bought it. What a gullible little dork.

"Hey Kevin!"

The tiny blond was managing a small run in her high heels to catch up with me. My girlfriend, Nazz St. Germain. The prettiest girl in school.

"We still on for Junior Prom?" she asked. "I already got my dress! You're gonna love it! Make sure to wear a yellow tie, 'kay? I want us to match!"

"Wouldn't miss it, gorgeous," I assured her, seeing her grin at my pet name for her. "I'll be a little late going in, though. I got something to do first."

"It's not a prank on that poor nerd, is it?" she asked.

"Well…" I said.

"You should just leave the kid alone, Kev. He's pathetic enough."

"But what, my dear, would be the fun in that?"

She rolled her eyes. "Whatevs. Just don't be too late or I'll have to dance with Eddy Karlsen."

With that, she turned and walked away.

Uggh! Eddy Karlsen! What a jackass. I mean, that coming from me is probably redundant, but I really hate the guy. He's been after Nazz since I started dating her, and I know he only likes her because she's with me.

I don't have to worry about it though. My prank won't take long.