Jeb looked around the table; he couldn't believe these people were going to be working with him this whole term. There was a nerd, a metal-head, some mainstream chic, a scene girl, a gangster, and two complete freaks. He had been excited about this class so he could work with underground music, not all these people.

"Students your task is to learn anything you can about music and represent it over the course of the year." Mr Philips said lazily. Everyone could tell this was going to be a slack class.

The tables all started talking, except the one in the far corner. The eight teenage students all turned to each other. Jeb chose to take the leadership role and stared talking,

"Just so you all know I don't do names," he said coolly."You will all just be a broad stereotype to me."

He then turned to Jamie; she sneered. He was trying to figure out what she would be, popular was too arrogant, and pop sounded like a stupid childhood nickname. She pulled out her I phone and started to text. On the back of the case there was an American Idol sticker.

"Idol," Jeb said looking at her, "mainstream and over produced."

Jamie would have fought back but she really didn't mind, she loved the show. Melvin turned to him,

"Indie" he said, he always called people by their last names to sound professional. "I don't have a specific type of music I listen to."

Jeb sighed, Melvin was a great guy for a personal inter, way better than steve whom Jeb had appointed last year, but Melvin could be clueless sometimes.

"Intern 2," Jeb said. Melvin could have cared less.

The rest of the group was simple. The metal head was metal, the gangster Hip-Hop, and the emo kid Scene. Satki and Xander were Techno and Dubstep, and Jeb was Indie.

The group was sitting silently for most of the class. All were listening to their respected type of music. Sakti was dancing in her seat quietly listening to the loudest of techno songs. Xander was listening to a similar track. Metal was head banging, and Jamie was singing along to the new Katy Perry song. Hip-Hop, the gangster, got everyone's attention.

"Yo, I aint gonna be retaking this class, man. You's need to figure out a project for a easy pass." He said loudly and with a very clear ghetto dialect.

Jeb nodded, "I will be making a blog for my music, and we will use that as our project. Its underground." He said.

"Umm hell no," Jamie said flicking her hair, "I'm not going to spend all my time listening to some ukulele hipster music. We'll be making a blog with my music." she said while holding her nails in front of her face.

Metal interjected "No my music." he said slamming is hands on the desk.

Curtis tried his best to act ghetto and said, "This Mymusic blog's goanna be about me and hip-hop music." He said fumbling over his words. He usually had the gangster talk, but sometimes he just stumbled around words.

Jeb looked surprised then he thoughtfully threaded his fingers through the end of his scarf.

"My music blog..." he murmured "I like it." He nodded at Intern 2 who quickly opened a note book and wrote down a quick note.

The rest of the group nodded in agreement. The bell rang; the members of the group all quickly left leaving to evidence they had ever spoken to each other. Norma was the last to leave the class. She watched Jeb walk down the hall. It was the second time she had seen him walk away like that; without looking back. The first time was at a party this summer.

She never went to these parties. She would have rather been at home writing fanfiction or on tumblr all night. Too bad her crazy cousin had forced her to come along. Walking through the front doors of the house was horrifying. A couple guy eyed her down; everyone has a sexual bucket list these days, and it seemed banging an Emo was number 1. Only twenty minutes into the awful party her cousin disappeared with a football guy. Norma found herself with a bottle of beer talking to some perverted theater guys. Then she saw him walk through the doors, Jeb Indie, the king of all hipsters. Norma had seen him around but never really up close. He was insanely attractive, short brown dishevelled hair and thick glasses. He was nervously pulling at the end of his scarf looking around. What was a guy like him doing at a party like this anyways? Move forward to two hours later when Norma found herself in a guest room searching the room for her pierce the veil shirt and watching him walk out the door and into the street.

He had left his scarf at the party. Norma had used it to cover herself as she ran home because she had lost her shirt. Since that day all she could think about was him, and now she was letting him walk away again.

Jamie was waiting in line for food in the cafeteria. Intern 2, as Jeb had called him, was standing behind her.

"So..." She said turning slowly "You are in my Music class right?" she twirled her blond hair around her pointer finger.

"Yes" he replied, he was holding a tray and two bags. Jamie presumed one bag was Jebs.

"Why do you let him treat you like this?" She asked.

Shrugging intern 2 looked down, "at least I'm not all alone." He mumbled.

Jamie felt an awkward pause in the conversation, "So tell me about Satki and Xander. The class was acting like the devil himself was a part of the class." She said, gossip was her favorite thing,

Melvin looked around nervously, "We don't talk about them much." He said quietly, a couple people in line had started staring at Idol when she mentioned the names. "I'll just say lots of things have been said about those two."

Jamie wasn't going to let up, "tell me." She said forcefully.

Melvin looked around and sighed "I have heard rumors about everything, sex everywhere: in assemblies, in school. Drugs all the time; someone said they are dealing too. I've heard they have an abandoned warehouse where they house crazy parties." Melvin whispered to her. "But the big thing that the school hates them for, the reason why all the kids at school know them is" He started to say when Jeb appeared beside them.

"Melvin, hurry up. We have to get to the meeting." He said harshly, and then he turned to Idol. "It's a club, you've never heard about it."

Jamie sighed; she grabbed a small sandwich and looked around for a place to eat. Every clique had their own spot with no room for her. It was the first time in her life when she found herself eating alone in a bathroom stall.