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Now, ON WITH THE CHIAPER!

The next morning, I awoke feeling slightly ill. I kind of dragged out of bed and into the kitchen, where I made my crappy breakfast consistent of egg substitute and orange juice. I quickly ate, put on my uniform, grabbed my keys, remembered that my car was busted, threw my keys, went downstairs, and walked to the bus stop. I took the public bus to my college, and quickly checked the time. Damn, it was already 8:30. My first class started at 9. Lovely. I quickly went inside and walked briskly to my first class. My first class of the day was Biology, and I hated Biology. Since it is only October, my senior year in college just started. So, in all of my classes, we were just starting to get into the difficult things. In Biology, we were learning about skeletons of things. I could really care less about what they were talking about, so I just propped my head up my elbow and pretended to be listening to him while I was thinking of Emile. I wished I was back at his apartment, playing a game. Any game. I felt a headache blooming in my right temple, and I found that I was really tired. After biology, I headed to Language Arts. After that, I had a lecture, and then I was going out to lunch. During my lecture, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I quickly looked at it under the table, and saw that I had gotten a text from Emile. I had given him my number, and he had given me his.

"Hey, Brie. Where r u?"

I grinned to myself.

"I'm in class. U wanna meet 4 lunch?"

"Sure. Where u wanna eat?"

"Theres a burger place downtown. Wanna go there?"

"Sure! See ya at... 1?"

"Yup! See ya, Emile."

"Bye."

I smiled throughout the rest of the lecture. After the lecture, I ran outside. I saw a car pulled up in the parking lot. I cast a look at it. I saw Emile wave from inside it, and I ran towards him. As I got in, he said:

"I've been sitting here for a while, and I've noticed that most of the people in your school look... Um..."

"Terrible? Rude?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of jerks, but those adjectives work too."

I laughed. He began driving towards the burger place, and randomly, we began talking about YouTube.

"So when have you started wanting to do Let's Play's?" Emile asked.

"Well, I discovered YouTube a few years ago, and I was amazed. I found the Let's Play community earlier this year, and I thought they sounded like wonderful people."

"Who do you watch on YouTube?"

"Well, Let's Player wise, I watch Lucahjin, Donnabellz, AttackingTucans, and I occasionally watch Versus."

Emile breathed out, and I noticed that he was gripping the steering wheel really tight.

"What's up?"

"Um, nothing. Have you ever heard of, um, ProtonJon or NintendoCapriSun?" He asked. I lied and shook my head.

"No. Are they Let's Players?"

"Um... yeah. They're really successful too."

"Cool. Who's the most successful Let's Player, if there is one?"

He paled, and I immediately tried to drop the subject.

"So how long have you lived in Atlanta?" I asked.

"Only for a couple of years. I used to be a Floridian, and I hated every minute of it."

"Why?"

"I was surrounded by old people who would say 'you damn young people with your fancy computing machines.'"

I laughed.

"That sounds like my parents."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Well, my dad anyways. He hates technology."

"My dad does too. What about your mom?"

I looked down at my lap, ashen faced.

"My mom and I don't get along. Like, at all. She's always been a total jerk to me, and has never understood me. I don't know why she has always been like that, but I've just gotten used to living with it."

"My parents broke up when I was eight. My dad abused me, so I went with my mom."

I was silent with horror. I didn't know that. He looked at me.

"Don't act so shocked. Nothing has ever really gone right for me."

"Really? We have something in common, then."

"Nobody ever liked me. I was always picked on because I had a girly name."

"Why, did people call you Emily?"

He winced. I immediately apologized.

"It's fine. I'm used to it by now."

"I'm really sorry."

"It's fine. Seriously."

"How was high school for you?"

"High school was the worst four years of my life."

"Same here."

"Why for you?"

I looked down. Oh god, freaking memories.

"I did things I'm not proud of."

Emile was quiet.

"Like what?"

"Well, I was extremely popular."

"Your high school experience was the complete opposite of mine, then."

"As I was saying, I was extremely popular. I... Well..."

"Did you do drugs?"

"Hell no. I, uh..."

"Did you smoke?"

"No! Will you let me finish?"

"Did you do alcohol?"

I glared at him, and he was grinning.

"As I was saying, I... I kinda..."

"You—"

"I swear to Jesus, Emile—"

"YOU SWEAR TO JESUS GRANDMA?!"

I laughed. He was hilarious.

"I'm not even gonna ask what that is a reference to, if it is a reference to anything."

"JoshJepson, if you must know."

"AS I WAS SAYING!" I said loudly. "In high school, I was really popular. And in middle school, I was hated. I went to Bay Middle School in Bay Gate Michigan. I lived in a very very small town. Less than 2,000 residents. In middle school, I was constantly bullied. People hated me for no reason. Me with stupid red hair and stupid freckles. I was always the ugliest—"

"You're not ugly." Emile said. I blushed dark.

"Thanks." I muttered, embarrassed. "I was always the ugliest in the school of fab, and I hated every second of it.

And then my family moved to Virginia from our old town in Michigan, to our huge town in Virginia. I lived in Purcellville, Virginia. I went to a huge high school called Woodgrove High School, with a ton of people. I was immediately loved, and treated like I mattered, and that was a wonderful feeling. I had, um, great friends. Their names were Abby Walker, Tessa Martin, Francesca Sacoto, and Sophie Carver. We were... how do you say it? Fashionista's? Anyways, we basically ruled the school. We were friends with a bunch of cute senior boys, and a bunch of senior popular girls.

But, since we were popular, my 'friends' and I just HAD to be mean to everyone else. Everyone lower on the popularity charts than us were basically lower class men. We treated them like dirt, like they didn't even matter. But I had a dark secret. I loved everything Nintendo, and I loved YouTube. But in my high school, people who liked YouTube were called freaks. I was fake, and I was happy."

He pulled into the restaurant, and we got out.

"But in my junior year, it all came crashing down."

We got a table, ordered, and waited.

"In my junior year, my 'friends' seemed to be falling apart. At first, I thought they were just a little washed out and ready to leave. Nope, they were now drug addicts. They threw wild parties, people taking shots and getting drunk and smoking. People having sex in the middle of the floor."

Emile giggled for a second in perverted laughter, but then became solemn once more.

"I only went to one party, and it was the biggest mistake of my life. People tried to force me to drink, to smoke, and one person even tried seducing me into having sex with them. I disagreed on all counts. That's the only thing I was proud about myself. The next day at school was the worst. My friends now hated me, the guys wanted me,(if you know what I mean) and I felt as if the world was crashing down. Summer then came, and then my senior year. My senior year was a disaster. People were messed up, dude. They had so many hormones and stupid things that year, that I didn't even want to know what happened over the summer. There is three words that describe what that year was like.

Sex, Drugs, Cigarettes.

I hated it. I wanted out, but I was still popular. Even though my friends had ditched me, I still treated people like crap. And then I left for college."

I was silent for a second, and Emile thought the story was over.

"God dang." He said.

"I'm not finished." I warned. He fell silent again.

"I was excited to get away from my high school, and I was ready to treat people better.

As soon as I got on campus, I knew that it was going to be hard. People gave me strange looks, and hated me again. I've never really done anything about it, 'cause I feel like it's payback for being mean to people in high school. The bully was bullied. Fair enough. But it got bad, and fast. People hurt me physically, and it's been like that for 3 years. I'm in my senior year of college, thank god."

Emile just stared at me.

"What did you ever do to them?"

"Nothing."

"That's horrible."

"Exactly."

Our food came then, and we ate in relative silence. After that, he drove me back to school. The rest of the day I was caught in a kind of trance, only half paying attention to what my professors were saying. I rode the shuttle bus back home, and went to my apartment. I went to my room, got out my IPod, and watched YouTube. I was okay then, because I was in my happy place.

And my happy place was wherever Emile was.

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