"DAMNIT!" Crybaby slammed the hood of his car down loudly. Frustrated as the steam flowed from beneath its hinges.

Him and his two gang members ; Milton and Hatchet-Face; stood around the car, their cheerful high of the school day being over now sizzling to a deep depression.

"What's wrong with it man?" The only other male in the Crybaby gang, timidly scratched the back of his greased hair. He would have offered to help Crybaby, but he was always a bit touchy about people getting to familiar with his rides. He never did get over that incident where Baldwin set fire to his motorcycle.

So Milton thought it best to stand back. Crybaby didn't even look up from the car. He just bared his teeth, neck bulging, eyebrows furrowed, eyes glaring deathly, and growled out his response. "HELL IF I KNOW! Damn thing's been acting funny all week! First the belt broke off, then the back tire blew out, NOW THIS!"

He kicked his boot into the front bumper, leaving a small dent. He used to worship this car. Now it just reminded him of his downward spiral in life. First his bike was set ablaze, then sent to jail, Wanda left the group to move to the big city, Pepper got Married and moved out with her kids and quit school to take care of the new baby, then Allison...oh Allison. To this day his heart burns alive thinking of her, but she was gone. He didn't like to recall the memories. In fact he did his best to block them out at all cost. Now his last ride sat in front of the school building, smoking and sputtering its way to death.

"Well...uh...sorry Man. Is there anything we can do?" Milton tried to ease the tension.

"Yeah, wanna just take the bus?" Hatchet-Face laced her fingers with Milton's and slowly started to pull him towards the approaching School Bus drove by Wanda's dad.

Cry-Baby lifted the hood once more and tried to wave the smoke away to look into the car again with dead eyes.

"Nah. You guy's go ahead."

"You sure?" Milton asked. Hatchet-Face tried to shh him. Obviously Cry-Baby wasn't going to just leave the car here no matter how much he hated it, and he seemed to be wanting to be left alone now.

"Yeah...seeya." He muttered emotionless.

They looked at each other with worried eyes but turned when the Yellow Bus squeaked to a stop behind them, the door opening to the same smiling man who greeted them kindly as they climbed inside and drove away.

While Cry-Baby tinkered with the mechanisms, the rest of the student body walked out from the front doors of the building. Smiling, laughing, saying goodbye. He grit his teeth at the sounds. All of them being so happy. It made him sick. It was days like this, he wondered why he came to school at all. His freshman year seemed so long ago, three years in fact. Now he was a senior. Somehow he had barely skimmed by in class to pass. Thanks to she-who-will-not-be-named. It was her idea anyway. She wanted him to do better for himself. He never understood that meaning, but he stayed, he studied, hell he even tried not to sleep, just because she asked him to. He loved her that much, but...it Wasn't enough.

Crybaby pushed the lock of greased black hair that had fallen in front of his face back, and stood up to arch and pop his back, which was now sore from leaning over the car for so long. He pulled a toothpick from his pocket and jammed it between his teeth. A small habit he developed after doing it on purpose a few times attempting to look cool, now he usually needed one everywhere he went.

He pulled off his leather jacket and placed it on top of the car, his white t-shirt had the sleeves torn off showing his cry-baby and native American tattoos.

What was he going to do now...

As if fate itself heard his desperate thoughts, a small tap on his back and someone clearing their throat made him turn around. His eyes glazed over to their normal cold demeanor to stare at the sudden approached. What square dared to touch him.

She was barley 5'6. Her over-sized white button down shirt ruffled and crinkled as it tucked into her pale cream, knee length skirt. Her hair, which was a warm brown and extremely curly, was braided on each side behind her ears reaching just below her shoulders, and small black glasses sat atop her nose framing bright blue curious eyes.

What kind of square was this? She looked no older than 15.

"what.." He growled.

She averted her eyes to the car nervously. "Um...Are You having trouble?"

He bit down on his tooth pick. "Im having a picnic. What's it look like!"

She winced at his tone and bit down on her pink painted lip.

"What do you want kid I don't got all day."

She gulped and looked back up to him. "I know someone who can help."

"huh?" Now he was confused.

She pointed to his car. "I know a mechanic who has a tow. He can fix it for you."

"And tell me Sugar. Why would a little kid square like you want to help me huh?"

He stood over he with his arms crossed. If he was honest, he would say he did need the help, but he was having a shit day so he felt like being a jerk.

The girl averted he eyes and twirled a bit of her curly hair in he fingers nervously. He was actually feeling a bit guilty for making her this scared.

"Well...i..umm...you Looked like you were really sad about it."

"So you just thought you'd come over and help Ol' Cry-Baby huh? Aren't you scared? Don't you know anything about me or what I've done? Little girls like you should stay away from guys like me OK?"

She bit down on her lip again, she took in a deep breath before forcing herself to look up at him again with more determined eyes. " Mr.. Cry-Baby, Im not a little girl...and...and My daddy said never judge someone until you meet them yourself. So...So I don't care what people say about you." She gulped and held out her hand with a flush on her cheeks. "My name's Lilly-Anne Ferguson. It's nice to meet you."

His eyes stared wide down at her outstretched hand, his eyebrow arched in complete bafflement. This is no ordinary square. Hell she's not a Drape or a Square. So what is she?

She stared at him hopefully, arm staring to shake a little from being held out so long.

Finally he looked back at her face before twirling this toothpick with his tongue and gently shaking her hand.

"Your weird kid." She smiled big and walked over to his car scanning it with her eyes.

"So who's this guy you know..How much does he cost?" His tone seeming much better and less aggressive. The girl had broken his tough act with her oddness.

"Oh he's pretty cheap, but I don't know how long it will take him to fix it. Are you OK to walk a little ways?"

She looked up at him through her lenses and smiled already knowing his answer.

"Walk...how Far?"

Hello everyone. Thanks for reading my first Fanfiction. Truthfully i wouldn't have made this Fanfiction is there had been more Cry-Baby submission, but the options here were very few so i figured why not. ANYWAY!

I would like to hear your thoughts about this and please be truthful im a big girl, no need for sugar coating. Let me know in the reviews if you'd like me to continue, or if there is anything i can improve on?

Thank you.

-Doodle