Music blared throughout the tiny white room light illuminated room with posters littering the walls. Books were scattered around the floor and there was a broken computer lying next to the messy queen sized bed. Under the black covers of the bed, Jean groaned and his hand emerged from the covers to try and turn off his alarm. He slammed around on his nightstand before finally finding his alarm clock, jamming down on the off button. The music disappeared and left the room with a dreary silence.

Jean moved the covers from over him and looked at the ceiling. His eyes and ears began to adjust to the room, his ears beginning to hear the clicking of his ceiling fan and his eyes sees the white paint that covered his ceiling.

Suddenly realizing that his alarm went off for a reason, he glanced at his clock: 7:17am. Of course. He had school.

Letting out yet another groan, he threw the covers off of him and pushed through the piles off books on his floor to get to his dresser. Yanking open a drawer, he took out a ratty pair of jeans and an old worn Nirvana t-shirt. He threw on the jeans and then looked at the t-shirt. 'What size even is this?' he thought. 'It looks way too big.' He checked and saw that it was a medium. Flinching a bit at the bold M on the tag, he took off his night shirt and went to his closet. Opening the closet door, he looked into the mirror that hung on the door. His reflection near horrified him.

"When did I get so fat?" he mumbled to himself. He looked at the Nirvana shirt again and slowly pulled it on. Much to his chagrin, it fit perfectly. Anger filled his eyes and his hands turned to fists. He contemplated punching the mirror before letting out a frustrated sigh and reaching onto the top shelf of his closet for a beanie. Glaring at his reflection for one last time, he pulled on the beanie and began to exit his room.

"Jean! Jean! Jean!"

Ashe was shutting his door, he turned his head to see his 5 year old sister, Delaney, running towards him. A small smile appeared on his face and he broke into a run towards her to meet her half way. She jumped into his arms and giggled as he lifted her up and began to make his way downstairs.

"Jean! Jean! Jean, today's my first day of kindergarten, isn't that great?!" Delaney practically yelled at Jean.

He chuckled and set his blonde sister in her seat at the kitchen table. "That's amazing, Del."

The little girl's eyes shined with excitement as she began to dig into the waffle that was set in front of her. Jean's face fell at the sight and he looked away, grabbing his backpack to leave.

"Where exactly do you think you're going?" Jean turned to see his mother standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Just heading to school," he answered. He tried his hardest to give her a smile, but she wasn't having any of it. She grabbed his arm and yanked him over to the table, shoving him into his seat. A waffle just like his sister's sat in front of him. Delaney seemed to be enjoying it, she was already halfway done. To him though, it wasn't as appetizing.

"it's your first day of junior year, Jean, and I can see your ribs for God's sake. You're not leaving this house without breakfast," his mother snapped at him. Delaney looked up from her plate, only seeing Jean's slightly pained face. Worry filled her mind but she didn't know how she would be able to help.

Jean plastered on another smile and looked at his mom. "You're right, I should eat. I will, Mom, don't worry."

His mother sighed and kneaded her temple with her knuckles. "I'm sorry for snapping, hon, just eat breakfast and have a good first day."

With that, she left the kitchen, probably to go to bed. As soon as he was sure that she was gone, Jean took the waffle and slid it onto Delaney's plate. Her eyes widened and she looked up at her big brother. "Jean, you told mom you'd eat! If you don't eat, you'll get sick!"

"I'll get even sicker if I do eat. Do you want me to get sick?"

Her blue eyes began to tear up and she shook her head.

Jean smiled and patted her head, getting up from the table. "Of course you don't. now eat up and don't tell mom." He picked up his backpack and went by her chair, kissing her lightly on the crown of her head. "Have a good first day, Del, I'll see you after school."

With that, he left through the kitchen door, closing it quietly as to not alert his mom of his exit.

As Jean arrived at school, he already wished that he was back at home. Kids were everywhere. Sitting on the front steps, on cars, even just on the pavement. He parked his beat up truck in the farthest parking spot from the school, not wanting to get any closer. He cut the engine and looked out the passenger window at all the people. He uncomfortably adjusted his shirt and cringed when he felt the fat underneath the fabric.

He pulled his hand away and sighed. "Well, this is why I'm skipping breakfast, right?"

Nodding to himself, he opened his door blindly. As soon as he heard his door hit something and heard a faint 'shit', he quickly hopped out of his seat. Shutting his door, he looked at the ground to see a muscular brunette who had his hand to his forehead.

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry!" Jean kneeled down and tried to see if the other male was okay. "Are you okay? I am so sorry."

The freckle faced brunette took one look at Jean and let out a whole hearted laugh. Jean was confused and even a little confused, a light blush covering his face. He just hit this guy with a door, why was he laughing?

"It's totally fine. Not the first time for me to get hit with a car door," the brunette said. Seeing the look of horror on Jean's face, he laughed again. "I'm only kidding."

He stood up and held out a hand for Jean. Jean hesitantly took it and stood up. "I'm Marco," the freckled boy said.

"Jean," Jean replied.

"Nice to meet you, Jean. Mind walking into the school with me?" Jean stared at Marco, surprised he even wanted to be seen with him. He had only met the brown eyed boy one minute ago, but he could definitely tell that he was a jock. He wore dark blue jeans and a white shirt, his muscles almost obvious, and nothing about him put off the idea that he was unfriendly. He probably had loads of friends, quite the opposite of Jean. Jean kept to himself and tried to stay away from human interaction as much as possible. Why would this overly nice human being want to be around him?

Jean however might be quiet, but he wasn't an asshole, so he nodded and accepted Marco's invitation. While walking into the school, they didn't talk, but Jean could feel eyes boring into him. He looked around him and saw people staring and whispering to each other.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jean jumped slightly and looked over at Marco who stared at him with worried eyes.

"Y-yeah. Why's everyone staring at us?" he asked, even though the answer was quite obvious to him.

Marco was surprised by the question and looked around, suddenly noticing all the stares. "Hm. I have no idea. Oh well, let's go inside."

Jean was baffled by this guy. Didn't this idiot understand that they weren't supposed to be hanging out, didn't he even slightly worry about his social status? A jock like him usually wouldn't be caught dead around some fat outcast, but somehow he just didn't care. What an oblivious twit.

"Actually, I still have to find my classes and my locker, and I'd like to do that by myself," Jean found himself saying. Marco turned to look at Jean and Jean thanked God – if there even was one – that Marco had an understanding face.

"Oh alright, I'll see you later then, man." Marco patted Jean on the shoulder with enough force to almost send him flying forward and then walked away to find his group of friends. Jean watched him walk away before running into the school and going to find a bathroom to hide in until first period.