I stumble into school, almost tripping over my own two feet numerous times. People turn their judgemental gazes to stare at an incredibly disheveled me. My eyes widen for a brief moment as I selfconciously hide my face behind my books. Richie had already abandoned me to go be with his friends to school, so I was pretty much left alone. This caused me to wake up 20 minutes late for school and my dad still needed to pump up the tires on my bike, so I had to sprint to school.

Whispers surround me as I smooth out my hair, tucking a loose strand behind my ear as my face goes red. I awkwardly shuffle through the crowd of people, barely making it to my locker when I'm abruptly tripped.

Laughs surround me as I hurridly gather up my notes and books into a pile in my arms. I stumble up to my feet and adjust my oversized college sweatshirt that dad had lended me. I adjust my glasses so they're better perched up on my nose and continue my way down the hallway. My eyes scan the area sneakily as I walk, looking for a certain group of boys so I knew when I needed to go shadow mode.

My eyes land on the back of a lanky boy's black long haired head. My eyes widen as I hurry to join a small group of students who were making their way down the hallway.

A hand suddenly grabs my upper arm and yabks me out of it. I let out a soft squeal as I bump into a certain lanky boy's chest.

"Sweetheart, you don't gotta hide from me." He tells me

I peak up at the schools psychopath, Patrick Hockstetter nervously. I shudder in pure discomfort as he licks his lips suggestively.

"I don't bite unless I'm asked to." He flirts with a wink.

"Leave her alone, Patrick."

Patrick and I turn to the owner of the voice. My eyes sparkle once they land on Victor Criss, the school's angsty pretty boy. He was everything I wanted to be, confident, cool, fashionable.

"Aw, I was just teasing her Vic" Patrick tells him

Victor glances over at me and scoffs.

"Quit makin' googly eyes at me." He snaps

My face goes red as I stutter out a shy apology to him. Victor doesn't seem to pay attention to it though, since he focused on blowing a loose strand of bleach blonde hair away from his face before reaching out to grab Patrick, tugging him away from me.

"Since when did you become cock-block central?" Henry Bowers cuts in

"Since Patrick started hanging out with us." He shoots back, crudely

I stand there, looking from each boy back and forth. Henry Bowers, Belch Huggins, Patrick Hockstetter, and.. Victor Criss.

"What're you staring at?" Henry hisses "Scram, rat."

I nod and fumble out a response, which happened to be saluting him before taking off down the hallway. I duck into another group of students, the previous events running through my mind as I think about what I little hitch I acted like compared to him.

I sigh softly.

I wish I could be him, just to feel what it's like to not be a total loser.

Be careful what you wish for.

Whoa what the holy hell?

I look around skiddishly, trying to figure out what I just heard and where it came from. But decide on just booking it to my locker so I could just finish up my day and go the hell home.