John Watson was at his locker, putting his books away, when Amelia Roberts walked up to him, obviously attempting to flirt. She had light blond hair, big blue eyes, and was always fashionable. A stereotypical beauty. She wasn't really a friend of John's, more Eli's. But she would constantly rub against him, invite him places, text him and give him this mischievous look whenever she managed to catch his eye. She wore skirts that were a bit too short, and would probably be called a slut if she wasn't so popular. Instead it resulted as a major turn-on for guys, everywhere. For some reason, John didn't really care. That's why Amelia was so perplexed by him, she was used to getting whatever she wanted with her good looks and flirtatious glances, yet they seemed to have no effect on him.

" Hey, John."

" Hi Amelia. What's up?"

" Not much really. I was wondering, my parents are out of town this weekend, and I was thinking that maybe you could come over."

" Cool. Is it a party?"

" Well, I was thinking... maybe it could be just you and me."

" Ummm..."

" Don't worry, I'll let you think about it."

She gave one of her breathtaking smiles and ran her hand softly down John's face. Then she walked away, with obvious pride in her steps.

John sighed and shook his head. She shouldn't be trying to spend time with John, it was a waste. He was just clearly not interested.

John Watson was an A's and B's kind of student, also a popular high school football player. He was fairly attractive, with his lean body, sandy blond hair, and faded blue eyes. Teachers liked him for his respectfulness and good grades. He was a model student. You could say he was apart of the popular crowd, he was only daydreaming material for practically everyone else.

He was walking down the hallway, his eyes searching for his best friend, Eli Hemmingway. Eli was a bit of a ladies man, a player. It seemed he had a different chick every week, hanging on every word to escape his lips. John and Eli met when they first joined The Jaguars, their football team, as freshman. Eli has dark brown hair, a little long, framing his tan face and green eyes. A little taller than John. Suddenly he appeared next to him, so they were walking side by side.

" Amelia's parents are going away this weekend and she invited me to come over."

" Sweet! Can I come too?" He winked and they both started laughing.

" I don't really want to go alone."

" I don't understand what your problem is, she's hot stuff."

" I don't know..."

" Hey, I won't pass up the chance to tag along. If you won't snatch her up, then I might."

" Cool with me."

They kept walking and they spotted the dark patch of their school. It was the gang of weirdos and emos. Goths and punks. They were dressed in black clothes and if looks could kill, John and Eli would already be dead by now. As Eli walked by, he muttered " freaks" right by a girls ear, causing a girl to spin around wildly, with fire in her eyes, and flip the two of them off. Eli scowled and returned the favor.

" Those crack heads should just disappear. It's not like anyone would miss them."

John didn't say anything.

He didn't agree but thought it was wiser to not say anything at all.

John walked into his math class, sighed and put his books down. Then, out of nowhere, he felt a sweet, sickly pair of lips right next to his ear, whispering:

" Are you coming over tomorrow night?"

John whipped around, clearly uncomfortable with his previous position.

" Is it alright if I bring Eli?"

She glared and spit:

" You know what? Go ahead. Bring the whole goddamned street if you want to!"

Amelia stalked over to her desk and sat down with a large SLAM.

John sighed heavily. Now he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now. He decided to ask Eli to bring a couple of friends.

John pulled out his phone, cleverly hidden by his books, while the teacher was giving a lecture.

Hey, bring a couple of friends to Amelia's Friday night

~ Are you sure that's cool with her?

No. But there's no way I'm going to go alone. She told me to bring the whole goddamned street.

~ hahaha I'll just bring a couple buddies. Maybe she'll get over you

I hope so.

"Mr. Watson."

Shit.

" Can you remind the class of the meaning of r= a over p?"

John sat up a little straighter.

" No sir."

" Then I suggest that you start paying attention if you intend on returning to my class tomorrow."

" Yes sir."

John, unlike Eli, did not judge people. He was known for his good looks, smarts, and a kind heart. He felt a little guilty for making Amelia upset, but she had to get the picture at some point, right?

He wasn't really looking forward to the time he would be spending at her house tomorrow. Sometimes, when your social status is so high, you just have to do things you don't want to. John was tired of being so popular, the perks were what annoyed him most. He didn't care for the girls that fawned over him and hated to be envied. Sometimes he just wanted to be left alone.

Was that too much to ask?