A/N: Well, this is my first fanfiction ever, so please forgive me if this totally sucks. iNvIsIbLe GiRl 12 told me that this sounded good by the way I had described it, but I'm still sorta insecure about my writing. Heh, how funny. In this story, Whatsername's supposed to be insecure too..

Oh, and I give credit to x_Letterbomb_x on twitter for thinking of Pritchard West as the Middle School's name :)

Anyways, Review please? *gets bucket of Johnny-Bears ready*

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, American Idiot, ect., and blah fucking blah.

Rebecca was always insecure about her appearance. She was always teased because of how she looked. In elementary school, it was stupid shit about her appearance. Especially her hair. Her hair had been frizzy and poofy for as long as she could remember, and people even started calling her "Frodo." No matter what she did to her hair, he was always known as Frodo.

After she finished 6th grade, Rebecca and her parents moved to Jingletown, California. In a way, Rebecca was glad to get the fuck out of Fresno; she wanted to start over and leave the days of being known as Frodo back in Fresno, along with the other "hypocritical assholes," as she called them.

Even in this completely new town, Rebecca was still an outcast. She found herself a complete loner at Pritchard West. No one knew her name, so they simply called her "Whatsername."At least it's better than being called Frodo every goddamn day... she constantly reminded herself.

Everything changed as she started 8th grade, though. While she was walking to AM homeroom on the first day back, to be exact. She remembers that day perfectly. She was walking down the cluttered hallway and looking at her schedule, utterly confused. Even though she moved here a year ago, she still didn't completely know her way around, and she didn't know where all the classrooms were. Including her homeroom. "Class 213." she muttered to herself. She must have been focusing hard on trying to remember where her homeroom was, since she completely ran into another student.

"Why don't you watch where the fuck you're going next time?" the student snapped.

"Sorry! I'm still kinda new here. I'm just trying to figure out where I go for homeroom..." Rebecca babbled, looking up at the obviously annoyed student.

He had jet black hair that fell over his gorgeous blue-gray eyes, and he wore all black. The boy was definitely someone Rebecca wouldn't want to mess with, yet something about him intrigued her. Was it the way he dressed? His attitude? She couldn't figure out what it was, so she just put that to the back of her mind. What the hell was going on was what she wanted to find out first.

"You're a walking contradiction, y'know that?" the boy chuckled, studying Rebecca carefully. She was wearing a black and red flannel shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, black converse, and her hair, which now had candy apple red hilights, was neatly in a ponytail. "Come on, you're in my homeroom. Follow me." he said, looking up from her schedule, and signaling to follow him into the nearly empty staircase.

"What's your name, by the way?" Rebecca asked, following close behind.

"My name is Jimmy, and don't you fucking wear it out." Jimmy stated. He looked back to make sure Rebecca didn't get distracted by any of the posters and announcements lining the walls inside the staircase.

"I'm Rebecca, but everyone here calls me Whatsername..." Rebecca said, mumbling the last part as she walked into room 213, choosing a seat by the window and watching Jimmy choose the closest seat to the door. Honestly, she didn't want to be known as Whatsername by the only person to actually talk to her. She wanted someone to actually know her name. Maybe this year will be better...

A/N: So that's the start of my first fanfiction! (:

Reviews? Suggestions are more than welcome, too! :D