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Ben's P.O.V.

I dreaded and looked forward to lunch. It was the one time where I really got to see Jayla, but today it also meant Tokio Hotel was going to have her undivided attention. I couldn't believe they actually came to the school. Things would end so much better if Jayla thought they didn't even care, like she was a piece of trash because she wasn't as famous as them. But, I knew that was most likely not going to happen, because they all seemed very friendly, especially Tom with the girls. I had talked to David Jost and the band yesterday, trying to get things settled. I had known they were going to fly in, I just didn't know they were already here when I called. Why did they want to be here so soon anyways? The tour didn't start for another 6 weeks and it wasn't like Rockford was all that interesting. Maybe something else was going on, like they were going to visit Chicago for a while or something. Maybe they just wanted to say hi and then would go back home. That would be ideal at this point. I could only wish things would turn out the way I wanted them to.

Jayla's P.O.V.

I waited anxiously for the boys return, not even bothering to eat lunch, because I would forget my hunger as soon as Bill came back. He made me feel so good, so warm and fuzzy on the inside. I didn't even know the guy really, but everything I had read about his personality and seemed to be true. He was obsessed with my eyes, constantly pulling the hair out of my face to just stare at them. He had also observed my hands, inspecting my cuticles, feeling to softness of them, cringing at the site of some of my calices from my bass playing, which he seemed to over-look. He was also one of the sweetest boys I had ever met. He had not yet made one snide remark about getting me in bed or telling me how hot I looking in the thing they called a skirt in my school.

I raised my head up as I saw a giant black lion-mane ducking under the cafeteria doors. I smiled really wide and looked to see what was in their hands. It was McDonalds. Of course their lunches weren't really in the bus, they hadn't thought about it. It was sort of a good thing that there was a McDonald's right next door in instances like these. I laughed internally as the boys came to the table. Bill took a seat right next to me. I had hardly noticed that someone was sitting on the other side of me until I accidentally elbowed them in the stomach. I spun around to see my victim. It was Ben. I looked at him and laughed, he was used to my impulses and clumsiness, he thought nothing of it. I caught his eyes and just stared. His eyes were blue, like the ocean. His sandy-blonde hair flowed softly over his hair, pointing to his face, which was pale and lightly freckled. He smiled at me, sucking me in even more. He was so adorable. He was kind of a dork, too, always doing strange things.

Like in 8th grade we sat next to each other for the first month or two of band. We both played trumpet, though I always played it better. When the teacher would stop to teach a certain section something, I sometimes would sub-consciously put my whole mouth around my mouth piece. Ben would see this and say, "What are you sucking on?" in a seductive tone. I would always start cracking up. One time I almost broke one of my teeth on the mouth piece from it, I never put my mouth around it like that again…

"Hey," I said, since I hadn't seen him all day.

"Hey Jayla, you look really beautiful today," he complimented.

I had blushed beat-red, "Thank you." I was so embarrassed. Did he really think I looked beautiful? No, of course not, he was just saying that to make me feel embarrassed. Everyone always told me I was pretty, but I knew they were just trying to not be mean. Kayla and I were identical twins, but her nose wasn't as pointy, and her eyes weren't messed up. She was also skinner then I was, by two pounds, and an inch taller, I despised her being five foot two. I would be more average if I was her height, but no, I had to miss the mark by an inch.

I turned away from Ben, not wanting him to see my bright-red face. I turned to see all my friends talking with the Tokio Hotel boys. Katie was having Tom make a circle with his hands, and then sticking her hands through it and having them sort of blossom. She was such a pervert some times, and I loved her for it. Elaina had joined in on this demonstration and was making the background music to it. Naomi and Jannah, the two very innocent ones, were talking with Kayla and Gustav about the upcoming tour. Iris, Oliver, and Teven were showing Georg the proper way to make a French-fry house. Anyssa was in the lunch line buying a piece of fruit that she would eat on her way home. Bill, Ben, and I were just sitting there.

I decided to do something, so I tapped Bill on the shoulder, "Do you want me to show you around the interworking of my school?"

"Sure," he nodded, standing up, his bracelet getting caught on his locket.

"Oh, if you want you can have this back," I said, working the clasp off my neck.

"No," he stated, "I want you to keep it, I don't want you to have to worry anymore."

I nodded and pulled his hands towards the other tables in the lunch room.

I got to the first table and introduced some of the kids to Bill. I also got my little map of the cafeteria out to show Bill this stereotype. This was the popular table. These girls were nice; they just thought I was a little strange. There was Anna, Veronica, Sara, and Megan, who thought my hair was the best thing ever.

We walked over to the next table and I grimaced, this was the pervert table. It had Liam, Caleb, and David, who were the worst. They were always pelvic-thrusting me in the hallway, it was disgusting. I actually had punched one in the face once. Jennah used to have a defective locker, which would open even if the lock was on. Caleb's locker was right by hers and new about this. One day he thought it would be funny to take all her things and scatter them about the school. We knew it was him after we saw him throwing her hoodie into a classroom. I had run up to him and punched him in the face for doing it. Jennah was like my baby bear, because she couldn't protect herself for anything, and no one messes with a momma's cubs.

Of course the boys were making fun of Bill, I just pushed him away because he looked angry and I didn't want this to end badly. We got to the next table, and Bill about had a heart attack. It was like prep over-load. They had covered their table and bench in pink table cloths and each had pink trays and pink accessories and pink back-backs and pink flowered center-pieces. Bill knew this automatically was the pink slut table. There was Arianna, Melanie, Jennifer, and Isabell, who were just slutty. But then there was Sadie Faith and Rachael Talley. They were the core of the clones. They were so slutty, it was scary. They would purposefully wear lacy bras and undo their shirts enough to show them off. I despised them; couldn't they just be like everyone else and get guy's attention by being intelligent? They all hated me for being different and still getting a lot of guy's attention. Though some of the boys were scared of me, I was friends with a lot of them.

I couldn't take looking at that group of girls anymore; I pulled Bill away over to the next table, the nerd table. These were the kids who would play with their graphing calculators at lunch. Some of them were cool, but others were just plain annoying because they thought they were better then everyone else, though I was the only valedictorian and they hated me for it. The next table was the computer geeks. No one really cared about them all too much.

Next over were the loners, the freaks who talked to no one. There was Kathryn, who had hissed at me in Geometry one year, after that no one talked to her. We just skipped that table, since four people wasn't really a big crowd. Next to them was our table, which was only half of a table, and next to us were the weird girls, like really weird. I showed Bill the rest of the cafeteria, said hello to a couple of people and then the bell rang, meaning it was time for German class.

We all had this class together, save Elaina. It was the class where you could do whatever you wanted basically, especially now that we finished our book, school was going to end soon, and our whole class was seniors. I really was crazy and wild in this class, it was going to be interesting.