Jd wondered around the halls to his new school for a while. Contemplating how he could somehow make this day shittier. It'd take a great deal to make it even worse than it currently is. Well, at least he thought so. That is until he heard a girl's voice yelp. Jd was always curious, so being himself, he checked for the source of the yelp. It was in the cafeteria.

A short girl was shielding another heavyset girl from two jocks. "W-what gives you the right to pick on my friend? You're a highschool-has-been waiting to happen. There's no reason t-to be a dick!" she said. Jd looked closer at the girl that had managed to impress him a bit. She had a nice curvacious body that you could see even under her baggy clothes. The boy couldn't see her face due to the thick scarve covering half of her face, but he could see her eyes. They were dark and had a certain feeling to it. Was it wonder? Innocence? No. Depth. Jd decided they had a feeling of depth.

"What did you say, Slut?" one of the jocks said. Jd's eyebrows knit together. What she was wearing was far from what a slut would wear. He watched as the mystery girl stepped foward and raised her chin. He could see her face now clearly. She was beautiful. Her wild short curled around her rosy cheeks. Her lips looked so soft from where he was standing. And her nose was strong and sharp. People gathered around as the jock (who he assumed was the famous Kurt Kelly) stepped foward as well and looked down at her.

"Veronica, I'm fine! Let's go..." Veronica, that's her name... Jd thought. He tested the word on his tongue. It sounded like it was meant to be said by him. Like her name was meant just for him. He found it strange that it sounded familiar coming from him. When he came back to reality, he noticed everyone was staring at him including Veronica. 'Shit.' Jd smiled cheekily. Had he said that aloud? Oops. A smirk replaced the smile and he found himself walking towards them, footsteps heavy and hands in his pocket.

"I couldn't help but see you picking on short stuff over here and her friendly looking friend. They don't look like they could cause much harm, so I'll go on a limb here and guess that you started this?" Kurt and Ram looked at him, unbelieving. It was the new kid, they realised. Then they glanced at each other. Jd couldn't read their faces, but he knew something was going to happen. The extreme was going to happen. But then again the extreme usually made a good impression. And judging by the look on Veronica he had made an impression already.

"Hey, what'd your boyfriend say when you moved to Sherwood, Ohio," the jock next to Kurt asked, dramatically extending the o at the end of Ohio. Jd scowled. It was incompetent people like these that really tempted him from bombing the god damned school. "Hey, Ram, isn't there a no faggs allowed rule?" The jock on his right (he guessed was Ram) began to laugh. Then his face twisted into a deep smirk that was probably supposed to intimidate him. He had seen much, much worse.

"Hey! My friend was talking to ya!" Ram barked. Jd sighed and turned back to look at Veronica and her friend. He winked at her, watching red spread on her cheeks. He could've sworn he saw Kurt stiffen. 'Ahh, he likes her. Dumb ass.' Jd often saw this. The whole kindergarden scam of pulling pig tails to get her attention, but now Kurt was taking it to a whole different level.

"You should go, darling. See ya around," he whispered loud enough for Kurt to hear. He was red now. Ram looked at him with a blank expression. 'He probably knows' Veronica stood her ground, but whispered something in her friend's ear. The heavy set girl nodded frantically then left.

"You don't have to fight for me," she told him, voice cracking. Her voice wasn't sweet or smooth. Neither was it melodic. It was more inviting. It was lurring, tempting. It sounded intense. He would do anything to hear her say his name like her life depended on it. As if it were her lifeline.

"I don't have to, but I want to," Jd reassured her. She looked back at her friend that was waving for her. Veronica looked at him. Closing her eyes, sighing, she walked towards the crowd that had accumilated over the time and jogged to her friend. Jd watched as her friend led her to another girl with glasses.

"Hey, bud, I said-"

"Yeah, yeah, I heard. Now my punchline is: but they seem to have an open door policy to ass holes though. Your move, jackass."

"Oh, you're gonna get it now! Ram, grab his arms!" Jd stopped his fist with a text book he had somehow found on a table next him. Then he proceeded to throw his own punches, successfuly managing to land some on their faces.

"Stop!"

Another girl. No-wait! Three other girls barged in. And by the looks of the crowd, they were worshipped. The red girl stepped fowards, examining him. She hummed and tskd. That went on for a long silent minute until she looked back at her friends.

"Girls, come! I need your help. Ram, Kurt, grab him. The rest, sit your asses down where they belong and carry on," Red directed. Before the stunned boy could move, Ram and Kurt had taken control of his arms. 'Damn it!' he hissed in his head.

They threw him in a pink car. It wasn't a subtle, cute pink. It was a horridly, bright, pepto pink. Jd was barking to be released, but to no avail, he was told (and he quotes) to "Shut the fuck up before I shove my designer stilettos up your puny, emo ass." Jd shut up after a while, suddenly worn out from screaming.

He didn't try to fight when they told him to get out of the sickening pink car, he just walked where they told him to. He was tired, he was hungry, and he was just done with life's shit. He usually fought, but he was tired from all the moving and having to find his classes. He was done with everything and everyone... besides Veronica. He was still hung up on her.

"You have the potential to be somewhat smashable, and I, being generous, have decided to unleash all of that potential. And in return, you give Heather some time with that horrid girl Veronica's friend. What's her name? Betty, her." Jd shrugged and collapsed on an expensive looking chair. Everything in the house looked expensive. Even the food. Ah, food.

"Yeah, whatever. Got any grub?" Jd grumbled.

"Yeah! Oh, thank you so much! I'll get you whatever you want! What do you want?" the yellow girl (McNamara most likely) bounced. Jd thought.

"Got any slushies? I could really go for a 7-11 slushie. Oh, and maybe a pizza." McNamara ran out.

"What the hell does she see in that Betty..."

"No, I need it! You don't get it! IT'S A PART OF ME!" Jd screeched. Heather Duke screamed. Chandler shrieked. McNamara was smiling dreamily at a year book. In other words, it was chaos. Utter chaos.

"Take. Off. That. Fucking. TRENCH COAT! Goddamn it, Jd!"

They had managed to style his hair to the point where it didn't cover all of his face. It was still floppy and volumous. They also put on some less raggid worn out looking pants on him. Now, if only they could take the trench coat off of him.

Heather McNamara smiled a bit. "This might take a while."