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THAT STUPID SOCIAL LADDER

Now, meet Chase. He's just your typical, ever-popular jerkface.

Chapter Two

-/-

"Hey, what's this?" asked Kathy to particularly no one as she ripped one of the many colorful flyers hanging on the walls throughout the entire school. "Is this what the senior class is doing to raise money this year?"

Ah, yes, senior fundraisers...

They have a whole bunch of them throughout the whole school year to raise money for their prom night, which is to allegedly be the best prom this school has ever seen according to a gossiping Luna.

This was just one of many... "What are they doing this time?" I asked, disinterest eminent in my voice.

"They're selling roses for Valentine's Day," replied Kathy. I watched as her beautiful, bold green eyes skimmed down the paper. I felt a twinge of jealousy again, but I shrugged it off. This was my best friend for crying out loud! But...I was just so...plain and boring.

"How cliche..." I scoffed.

"I know, right- oh, but hey!"

Kathy sounded suddenly interested. "...What?"

She began reading parts out loud, "'Valentine's Day Lovers Dance' and 'Free food and refreshments!'"

I felt my face twitch. "That's it? You expected me to go crazy over that?"

Kathy laughed. "Oh, so you are listening! Okay, well, here's the real good part. Some of the seniors are selling themselves off to the lowerclassmen! It's like one of those charity things celebrities do to raise money. They have an auction where people spend money to spend time with them. Haha, how great is that? No doubt girls will buy some guys to go out with. But, hey! This is even better! There's also going to be an amusement park! We've been wanting to go to one for a while now, remember?"

"Wow, the seniors are really going all out this time, huh?"

"Well, I'm not surprised. We're probably going to have to do the exact same thing next year. Valentine's Day is a good way to make money with all these hormone-crazed, lovesick teenagers hanging around!"

"Pfft, no way. I don't give a damn about prom, so they can't include me next year participating in fundraisers!"

"Well, I say, 'Pfft,' back! I'm gonna drag you to prom next year!"

"'Pfft' to you too..."

-/-

Today, my calculus class was interrupted by two seniors. Apparently, they, along with other senior couples, were going around spreading the word of their fundraiser.

I ignored them for the most part until Kathy elbowed me. I turned toward her and gave a questioning look. She simply nodded forward toward the seniors.

Ugh...

It was peach head, that damn bastard.

He looked bored like he didn't want to be there at all, probably forced into this, I'm guessing.

Then I snapped my eyes to his partner. Maya.

I knew her because we sat at the same table at lunch with our two different groups of friends.

Sometimes, she and a couple of her friends would just ask us juniors random questions.

She was pretty nice, but we didn't talk to each other much other than that.

She had strawberry blonde hair, which was always up in two gravity-defying braids and bright blue eyes.

I think she liked Chase, but he didn't even give her the time of day. What an ass.

Maya was cute, she could do so much better.

"So, basically," she said in her high voice, "You can buy white roses and give them to your crush! We'll be selling them throughout the entire week! Hopefully, your crush'll buy you one in return!"

She continued doing all the explaining, so that lazy bum, Chase, didn't have to do anything.

"Chase, here, and I will demonstrate!"

She giggled and handed him a white rose. She simply folded her hands behind her back and waited for a reply, rocking back and forth on her heels.

Chase just stared at the flower in his hand and, making a bigger ass of himself- if that was possible- threw a yellow rose back at the girl.

I wasn't paying attention to the explanations earlier, but...I think...

...I think that was a rejection.

Not wanting to cry in front of our class, Maya held back her sobs, and with a soft, stuttering voice, tried to finish up what was left of their presentation, "A-a-and th-that's h-how i-i-i-it-it-it...works..."

She gave a quick bow before running out of the room, tears running down her pale face.

Chase didn't say anything, like he had been doing the entire time, and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

The class was silent.

Then slowly and hesistantly, everyone continued what they were doing before all the drama.

-/-

As expected, the seniors were raking in the dough from their rose sale. Turns out Kathy wasn't kidding. The school was filled with desperate girls and guys. That or they were just horny enough to accept any kind of love they could get. It didn't seem to matter to anyone.

And, of course, all the girls were buying roses for a specific someone...Chase.

He was surrounded by lovesick gals, each pushing their way toward him, knocking out as many other potential threats they could on the way.

Now, normally, I wouldn't mind this, seeing how furious and annoyed Chase was, but when they bring this little scene to my locker, that's where I have to force myself to get involved and take action.

There was just no way I could get to my locker like this, and I wasn't going to wait for this to die down. Who knew how long that would take?

"HEY!" Everyone snapped their heads toward me. "Get your asses outta here, so I can get to my damn locker!"

...They all ignored me. God dammit...I don't even look a bit intimidating for them to move? Apparently not...

"Hey." And, just like that, all the girls stopped talking, each probably hoping it was directed toward them.

They all shot me looks when Chase walked toward me. "This your locker?" he pointed.

"Yeah, well, no duh, Sherlock. I just said it was five seconds ago..."

He glared at me. "Want me to move?"

"Yeah, get your ass and your fangirls outta here."

His glare intensified. "Respect your elders, bitch! I'm a senior!"

"Yeah, respect senior citizens, meaning not you. Unless...how many years were you held back?"

Nothing. No snide comment? Fine. I win.

I tried walking past him, but he sidestepped in front of me. Each time I moved, he mirrored the action. "Excuse me?" I asked harshly.

"No," he said simply.

"Dammit! I don't wanna play games!"

"Who's playing?" he smirked.

My eyes widened. I couldn't believe him! "Screw you, asshole!" I span on my heel and stomped away huffily.

I heard his voice in the distance as I walked as far away from him as possible.

"Haha, score one for Chase..."