A/N: Yeah, I know it's probably not the best, but I had this annoying little plot bunny that just refused to leave until I wrote it. Here ya go!
Disclaimer: Is it necessary? I own nothing.
"Hey, Lizard King, out of the way!" someone shouted, pushing a boy of fourteen out of the way as a clique of girls passed. He rolled his eyes and looked after the girls.
"Out of your league, mate," a boy shook his head, "Doug, you should go for someone more like… Molly." He gestured to a girl in horn-rimmed glasses sitting quietly at a table.
"No, dude, Mariah'll go for me, wait and see," Dougie said confidently, grinning. He followed the girls, his friend shaking his head.
"H-hey Mariah," Dougie said to the lead girl in the clique. She looked at him, then at a friend, raising her eyebrows questioningly. Her friend whispered, "Dougie Poynter, the "Lizard King"." She used air quotes around the last two words.
"Oh, you're the one that gave that lovely pet to my brother," Mariah said, grinning somewhat forcefully. Dougie nodded, smiling. "Well, what do you want?" she asked sweetly.
"Er, well…" he said, looking around at her friends, "…I was just… er, I was wondering…"
"Spit it out!" one of the crowd called, and laughter followed.
"Well, would you like to, er, go to the cinema this weekend?" he asked, trying to avoid the crowd's gaze.
"Oh…" she said, looking at him in something like pity, "…I'm sorry, hun, but I've…"
"…She's got me, Grunger." Dougie looked up to see a very tall, and scary-looking guy. Mariah smiled up at him as he kissed her.
"Oh, my bad, I'm sorry, I'll, I'll just go," he turned around to get away from the laughter.
Dougie sat down next to his friend, who was smirking. "What did I say mate? She's out of your league."
'Cause obviously,
She's out of my league
But how can I win
She keeps draggin' me in and
I know I never will be good enough for her.