A/N: OK, this is the last chapter of someone's P.O.V. I don't really liked Jake Ryan so I'm not going to put his P.O.V in this story, although his being in the story is a key part.

-

Chapter Four: Blake Anderson

I sighed heavily when I heard my alarm clock ringing. I looked over at the clock. 6:45. I really wasn't in the mood to go to school. I never was. Do you want to know why? I'm the geek at school. The loser. The one that everybody loved picking on but hated being around.

I'm a Freshman at Seaview High School. I'm fourteen years old. I started attending Seaview High about a month and a half ago. When I first got there, I was already dubbed the geek of the school. Glorious, huh?

"Blake, if you don't get up now you're going to be late" I heard my mom call.

"Good. I'd rather quit" I mumbled. "But, I do need my education." I got up out of bed and quickly changed.

Now Walk It Out
Now Walk It Out
Now Walk It Out
Now Walk It Out
Now Walk It Out
Now Walk It Out
Now Walk It Out
Now Walk It Out

West Side Walk It Out
South Side Walk It Out
East Side Walk It Out
North Side Walk It Out

Now Walk It Out
Now Walk It Out
Now Walk-

"Hello?" I asked, picking up my cell phone. "Oh, hey man. Yeah, I'm coming today. You want me to do what? No, he does, he has some. Are you sure? Ok, I'll bring them. Later."

I closed my cell phone and tossed it onto my bed. I brushed my hair away from my face and headed into the kitchen. Mom and dad were already sitting at the table. Mom looked up and gave me a smile. Dad didn't look at me at all.

"Morning" I said quietly.

"Good morning Blake. Did you have a peaceful sleep?" mom asked, running her fingers through my hair.

"I've slept better" I replied with a shrug.

I turned and looked at my dad. I let out an impatient sigh. Ever since my dad found out how big of a loser I was, he stopped talking to me. How did he find out I was a loser? He came to school to pick me up and watched me getting beat up. I know, that sucks.

"I don't have time for breakfast, mom. I'm going to grab my books and go" I said quietly.

"OK, sweetie" mom said quietly and kissed me on the forehead.

I cringed, but gave my mom a smile anyway. I rushed back up the stairs into my room and got together my things. I stared hard at the faint blood stains on some of my books. I remember that day well.

Flashback

"Come here you little freak"

I grunted in pain as a foot was slammed into my stomach. I doubled over in pain, my arms wrapped around my stomach. I squeezed my eyes shut in pain. Someone intertwined their fingers into my hair and pulled my head up.

"This is for making me fail that test, faggot!" someone with piercing blue eyes said. He sucked back and spat in my face. I recoiled, lashing out my arm. "Stupid, freak."

I screamed as punches and kicks were reigned all over my body. I could feel bruises form instantly on my sides. I wasn't sure when the kicking and punching stopped, I just remember feeling the throbbing pain. I steadily climbed to my feet and picked up my books.

I felt something warm and sticky slid down my lip. I looked down at my notebooks and saw drops of blood. I wiped at my nose and smeared the blood across my face.

"Looks like another trip to the nurse. She should know I'm coming" I said with a sigh.

End Flashback

I let out a sigh through my nose and set down my backpack. I knew what I had to do. I had to get everybody back. I had to hurt everyone just as much as they hurt me. I had to get my revenge.

I grabbed onto the strap of my backpack and quietly left the room. I tiptoed down the hall to my parents' room. I let out the breath that I was holding. I quietly walked over to my dad's nightstand and pulled open the drawer.

I stared down at the shiny, sleek, black and silver guns. 'This is how I'll get my revenge. I'll shoot them. They deserve it' I thought gently lifting the silver gun and putting it carefully in my backpack. I gently lifted the black gun and carefully stuck it in my back pocket. I pulled my shirt down over the gun and then, put on my backpack.

"Bye mom, bye dad" I said quickly, rushing down the stairs and leaving the house.

I gave a small wave through the storm door and rushed down the street. I let out a breath of air and felt a smirk come to my face. I was going to get the revenge I deserved.

But, I still had my doubts.

-

I was mad.

No, mad was an understatement . . .I was pissed

I stared up at Seaview High School, a look of pure hatred on my face. I brushed my blond/white hair out of my eyes and shoved my hands into my jeans pockets.

"My life turned to living hell as soon as I came here" I muttered, my blue eyes cold. "One more day here is one less day I have to come back."

I looked around at all of the people that passed me.

Goths.

Jocks.

Preps.

Braniacs.

They all thought they were too good for me. No one likes me. Well, except for three people. Miley Stewart, Oliver Oaken, and Lilly Truscott. They befriended me the firs day I went to Seaview. Even when I was labeled a loser, did they stay.

They didn't know how much that hurt. Being called a loser. It hurt so bad I wished I could die right then. But, it didn't hurt as bad as seeing the look on my dad's face when I was getting beat up outside the front of school. My dad knew. My dad knew how big of a loser I was.

"They're all going to pay" I whispered pulling my black sweatshirt over the pockets of my jeans. I didn't want anybody to see the gun.

"Hey, man."

I jumped at the voice and turned to see Jake Simpson. He wasn't my best friend but he was still one of my friends. He also got beat up by the kids at this school. We hung out a lot, expressing our anger to each other. Making plans.

"Hey" I said and we did our handshake.

"Did you bring it? You remember our plan right?" Jake asked quietly, looking around. He held out his hand.

"Yeah, I got it" I replied, pulling the black gun out of my back pocket and passing it to Jake secretly.

"All right" he said quietly, putting it into his backpack. "Meet me at the water fountain after lunch and we'll go over out plan one more time."

"No problem. But, there's something I have to do first" I replied, staring over Jake's shoulders.

Without hearing Jake's reply, I rushed into the school. I headed over to my locker and opened the door, burying my head inside. I heard a group of people passed and I waited until it was silent before I pulled my head out and closed my locker door. I sucked in a deep breath and let it out.

"Hey, Ashley!"

The most beautiful girl I have ever seen turned around with a smile. It hurt me a little when her smile faded as I walked over to her though. It also made me scared how her friends wouldn't leave.

"Yes? What is it?" she asked, flipping her hair.

"Would you. . .like to go out with me sometime?" I asked quietly. Ashley stared hard at me, and then laughed.

"Puh-lease. There is no way that I would go out with you" Ashley said. She gave a smirk, patted me on the shoulder, and then walked down the hall, laughing with her friends.

"Ugh, you're so stupid! Of course she wouldn't go out with you. Why'd you even ask?" I asked myself, puling on my hair.

"Yes? Why did you ask my girlfriend out?"

I slowly turned around and came face to face with a row of jocks. I let out a grimace and then closed my eyes, waiting for the pain.

Trust me on this one. . .it did come.

-

I stiffly walked into the cafeteria. I spotted my friends, Miley, Lily, and Oliver sitting at their table. I gave a small smile and decided to join them. I grabbed my tray and picked some food that was easy for me to eat with a split lip.

I headed towards their table. I didn't see the foot go flying out until it was too late.

SPLAT!

Face first into the tray of food. I was aware of the laughter ringing in my ears. That's it! I was tired of all this. I was going to get them back! All of them. I looked up at the jocks and gave them a hard glare.

I pushed myself to my feet and rushed out of the room. My blood was pounding in my ears. I stomped over to my locker and grabbed the gun, stuffing it into my back pocket. I looked up as the bell rang and went to meet Jake.

"So you came" he said quietly, patting his thigh. He was leaning against the wall.

"I'm tired of being kicked around" I replied, my eyes narrowed in a cold glare.

"Same here. Do you remember the plan?" Jake asked. I nodded.

"You fire the first shot and then I hide in a classroom with other kids" I said with a nod. "If there are no jocks, leave to find another classroom."

"Don't forget, we need to hit the Upper Classmen too" Jake said with a nod as he moved his hand to his back pocket. I heard the cocking of the gun.

"Got it" I replied with a nod. Jake and I casually walked into the middle of the hallway.

"Hey, losers. Are you just going to stand and get your butts kicked this time?" a jock asked, walking up to us. It was Myles, Ashley's boyfriend.

"Kind of. Only, you're going to get hurt this time" Jake replied. Myles laughed.

"Oh yeah? How?" he asked.

Jake sighed and pulled the gun out of his pocket, pointing it at Myles in between the eyes. He swallowed hard and backed up towards the end of the hall.

"You're crazy" he whispered.

"Some people have called me psycho. I just never believed them until now" Jake replied calmly.

I spotted Lilly and Oliver come around the corner. 'What if Jake hit them instead?' I had the urge to push Jake's arm away. But, I wanted to get my revenge.

"Don't do it, man. Don't do it" Myles said in a high, shaky voice. Jake tightened his finger on the trigger.

"Run, Lilly!" I heard Oliver yell.

With that, people around us screamed and started to run away. I pulled up the hood to my sweatshirt so no one could see my face. Jake pulled the trigger and a loud crack erupted through the hall.

"Go" Jake hissed. "Go!" He pushed me down the opposite end of the hall he shot at. I gave him a quick 'Good luck' and ran off.

'Please don't let Jake hit Oliver or Lilly'