Yes! I got ahold of my mom's laptop. So here's this chapter some of you have been waiting for, hopefully. I think I'm getting really off-track with this story as well, but that only means more chapters for you to read, more for me to write... Enjoy.

Andrew Ryan Hayden $

"And this is the cafeteria," Brendan explained calmly. His hand gestured to the room.

I was getting impatient with these 'guides'. Sure, they could show me where my next class is, but no need to state what I can already see.

"No duh, Sherlock," I snorted. I knew he was beginning to be intolerant with me, but I wasn't concerned. I turned around and noticed he was halfway to where May and a redhead were sitting.

"Save me my spot!" He called out.

Thanks for the heads up, pal. I sighed and looked forward again. There doesn't seem to be anything interesting here. Except that girl, May. She's different; she has hated me since the beginning, unlike others who grow to dislike me after their 'fanfest' is over. No one should be able to resist my charm, though.

I glanced at her. I saw Brendan engage her and the other person in conversation, they looked perfect. Like the ideal trio. But no one seemed to pay them any attention. Were they nobodies? Very possibly.

The line moved faster and Brendan decided to come back.

"How long have you known them?" I asked.

"May and Mist? A very long time; I've known Misty since fourth grade and May since Pre-K." He replied with a shrug. That's unbelievable news to me. I have never known anyone longer than a year; excluding my parents.

"What are you getting for lunch?" He asked. That's a great conversation starter; I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever I grab," I replied. I think Brendan's tired of my cool, airy personality. It just floats by every time he tries to talk to me.

"Good choice," it was his turn to roll his eyes. "Grab that choice and let's get going."

"I see. Oh, guess what the Devil sent in." I heard May grunt. The other girl moaned as well.

"Ms. Sunshine and Ms. I'm-Very-Enthusiastic-Right-Now, I've brought a guest." Brendan said, choose the seat across from May; no surprise.

"Shut up, Alexander." The redhead spat. I've deducted that they call her Misty.

"I believe it is Brendan."

"You see what I mean, May?"

I certainly didn't understand, but I kept my mouth shut. I didn't think that any of my commentary would help the girl's irritation. Better yet, it would probably have fueled it more. Maybe she had PMS.

"He hasn't said a word, Misty." Were they talking about me? Should I give them my input just to satisfy them?

I decided it wasn't my smartest or greatest of plans, but I did anyways. "So you're Misty."

"Obviously," Looks like I was right.

"Actually," Brendan smirked, something I never imagined him capable of, and pointed to each girl respectively, "this is Melissa Noelle, and that's Mayliena Emily."

Mayliena, it's quite a remarkable, or memorable, name. But apparently she didn't think so. They both quickly snapped, "Shut up, Brendan!"

Misty, or Melissa, sent shivers up my spine after her net sentence, "He obviously doesn't care what happens to him in his sleep." She was very calm about it, too.

Brendan lifted his hands in a surrendering position. "Rape me if you can, ladies."

They burst out cackling. Not laughing, but cackling. It was horrifyingly disturbing. I still wondered how they didn't attract attention to themselves. It was very out of the ordinary.

"Aren't girls supposed to be more… delicate or less crude?" I asked.

"And who raised you, Wallace?" The Misty girl stabbed at her salad, or what was left of it, and chewed. She stood up abruptly, her chair making an ear-shattering noise. "I'll see all three of you at gym next period." She looked at me and grinned. But this was no average grin; an evil glint shone in her eyes, a toothier grin than a werewolf's, and she seemed pissed, very pissed off, at me.

"Normally, people are scared of her after that display." Brendan informed me, giving me an inquiring look.

I guess no matter how well he can read May and Misty, he'll never be able to read me. So I decided to keep my cool, no matter how much I wanted to shriek. "I don't see what's so intimidating." Shrugging my shoulders, I continued, "They all seemed like empty threats anyways."

May looked at me in awe; not quite respect, yet, but gaping. "Drew, I don't know how to ask you this, but…" She looked nervous. Was she going to ask me out; confess her love? "What would you like at your funeral? Should any of us give a speech?"

I wanted to smack her, getting my hopes up, instead I mentally face-palmed myself. Of course she wouldn't, she had Brendan already. I sighed.

"Why the sigh?" May asked with her mouth full f potato chips. Oops, guess I should have mentally sighed as well.

"Nothing," I replied quickly. I guess it was too quickly for their taste.

"Well, you'll have all week to tell us what's wrong, but it's time for…" Brendan paused for the dramatic effect. Thunder boomed in the background, which made me wonder if it was raining outside, and lightning flashed, "Gym."

Bloody murder was heard in the distance. And then? There was silence. Well, the silence provided by over 500 high school students jabbering away with their cliques, chairs screeching as they're pushed back, and the constant "OMG!" supplied by the cheerleaders and preps, pardon my stereotypes.

May put on a cheery face and said, "Let's get going then? Misty's waiting."

So she's on the demon's side. I sighed again, but this time was ready to face my fate. Stupid arrogance has gotten me nowhere in life. Too much testosterone, my mother always said.

"Yo!" Brendan was snapping his finger a few centimeters away from my face. "Earth to Drewbie?"

My eye twitched, no, that would be an understatement. My entire face twitched, "What did you just call me?"

"D-Drew…" Brendan stepped back.

"Oh really?" I cracked my fingers. "I thought I heard a little buzzing sound at the end."

"You must have heard wrong."

"I don't think so."

May linked her arm with mine and tried to restrain me. "Stop it, both of you!"

I looked at the girl. Should I stop? That guy had already mocked me well enough, he should have his medicine. I decided against it after I looked at May again. She's just too innocent. Her eyes were big saucers and her mouth in a pleading pout; she had to look up at me because I was just that much taller than her. And that was something the great Drew Hayden could not resist.

"Alright," I sighed. "Let's just get to gym."

Brendan breathed a sigh of relief and had a grateful look towards May. Yeah, he had better not be on my team, I wanted to sock him so hard.

Misty was waiting with a gigantic, rubbery dodgeball already fit into her hands. Her smirk was back.

"Hayden," the coach called me, "Ms. Waterflower has already volunteered herself and you to be team captains." I held my breath for what was to come. "Unfortunately, I could care less of who you choose, so I will pick the teams." I let it go. There was still a fifty percent chance I'd get to be on Misty's team. "Ms. Waterflower, left, Hayden to the right." I mentally started whimpering. There went my fifty percent.

"Ms. Maple, left, Brendan, right," I wanted to punch this coach harder than Brendan now. I zoned out as he went through the rest of the 'unimportant' students. I was not excited before the coach blew the whistle and I definitely was dreading every millisecond of it after he blew it.

Misty threw the dodgeball immediately. It whipped right past my head, which I am still very thankful of. But at the velocity it was going at, it singed my hair! Oh, that redhead was asking for it now! I easily caught a ball May threw, she was out. Brendan apparently had my back as he slide in front of me and seized an unexpected ball.

"Thanks," I said, surprised.

"What are teammates for?" He smiled and went back to the game. I was starting to warm up to the guy.

I threw the filthy, spherical piece of rubber in my hands. Unfortunately, Misty avoided it effortlessly. She was more athletic than I anticipated, but May was definitely less. That girl was slow, weak, and pretty defenseless. Now that's just me being mean, but I think Brendan would more or less agree, since he didn't seem to bat an eye when she was out.

Suddenly, I felt a throbbing in my head. Ouch. The pain seared from the side of my face, eventually numbing the rest. I was paralyzed, but then the pain became a dull pounding. After that? Well, I found myself in the nurse's room.

When I woke, who was I to find sleeping in the corner? None other than Misty. I guess she was sent here to take care of me for nearly killing me. She probably only agreed to be able to skip class. I was going to get off the bed, but when I swung my legs over the edge, pulsing started in my head again. I glanced up and off to the side I saw a note.

Drew, you're a such a wimp, fainting so easily. I rolled my eyes; it was no longer necessary to guess who wrote this. But thanks to you, I get to skip Hoenn History. My point exactly. I will be asleep when you wake up, so if you try to leave, you'll notice your head will start pounding. Next to this note, I've left water and some aspirin for you. I guess it was kinda my fault you were knocked unconscious. Sorry. From (although you probably guessed after the first sentence), Was she psychic or something? Misty.

I took the medicine gratefully, I guess she could do something right. Maybe I should thank her.

Before I could worked out what my next move was, I heard her stir. Good, she woke up.

"You…" she said while rubbing her eyes and yawning. "You are such a fat lard! Do you realize how heavy you are?"

Nah, I can skip my gratitude. "Certainly not as heavy as yourself, you beast."

"Well, so much for gratitude after carrying you with Brendan up three flights of stairs!" Wow, she really was a beast. I was also reminded to thank Brendan later on.

"What's your problem?" I asked, quite irritated at her yelling.

"My problem?" She questioned mockingly. "Well, we can start when you moved here how about!"

"Excuse me?" I retorted back, she was in no position to speak to me like this. "Since when was this about me?"

"Since the beginning!" She screamed and then started crying. That was unexpected of the beast. After she stifled her sobs, she spoke with her 'indoor' voice, "That was unexpected of the 'beast', wasn't it?"

She definitely was psychic. "So, now that you've calmed down, can you tell me why it's entirely my fault?"

Thankful, Misty nodded. "You took May away from Brendan and me."

I gaped at her. "I didn't take anybody away; much less May."

"You did six years ago," she whispered before leaving the room. The door quietly clicked shut and I was engulfed with the silence and my thoughts. Six years ago? I was only nine, and I had never even met anyone named May! It was time to go all Sherlock Holmes and figure this mess out. Maybe I'll go talk to Brendan.

Hmm, not how I originally intended the story's plot to go, buuuut, y'all are gonna have to deal with it for now.