Chapter 3

"Hey I'll be out getting my lunch alright," a man then got off of his chair. "Make sure the reactor doesn't overheat, ok."

"No prob, Paul," said his work partner, as Paul left the room. As he walked out the nuclear facility, his eyes then caught a group of bikers out side of the facility's gateway.

"HEY PAUL!" one of them called out.

"Hold on," Paul called back walking toward the gateway. "I'm coming, Kevin!" As the man approaches the gang, he pulled out a bag full of marijuana. "It got some toxic waste on some of these and made them orange again."

"Don't worry," Kevin then snatched the weed out of his hands. "No one gives a shit if it's a bit different." Kevin slipped a bundle of cash under Paul's hand. "Man, how do you grow this shit this fast?"

"Probably the toxic waste," He replied, counting his money.

"Yeah probably man."

"Hey Kev," one of Kevin's groupies then patted him on his shoulder. "We should charge more for this shit, just because of its color."

"Dude, DJ," Kevin turned towards him. "That's not that bad of an idea."

"In that case," another one of them popped in. "Let's call it 'Nuclear Wasted' or something."

"Nah that sounds fucking stupid Sasha."

"How about High Radiation?" DJ commented.

"No, I got it!" Kevin then looked at the two. "How about the High Bomb!"

"YEAH!" his gang chanted, following Kevin all the way back to the school.

Meanwhile at the Peach Creek High school, it seems that lunch time has begun as many people started gathering there lunches. Everyone was sitting next to his or her friends and lovers, but one was just sitting in the corner alone. She looked like if her whole life was just a joke.

"Oh, Kevin…" Nazz poked around her lunch.

"Why do you look like my Nana, when she had to sell her bottoms, Nazz-girl?" a familiar foreign voice came above Nazz.

"Yeah Nazz, what's wrong?" another familiar voice came near her.

"Oh hi Rolf," Nazz lifted her head. "And hi Jane."

"Mind if we sit next to you, and chat?" Jane gave Nazz a cheery smile.

"Sure," Nazz forced a smile.

"So tell us Nazz-girl," Rolf sat across her. "What saddens you face?" Nazz's forced smile glooms back into a frown.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Jane sat next to her.

"Not really," Nazz replied.

"It's ok if you don't want to. But it will get out of your system."

"Yes, like the time when Wilfred hid his fear of being over weight and expressed it to me," Rolf chomped on his food.

"Ok," she sighed. "Mind as well." She then took a moment before she expresses. "It's about Kevin."

"About him being very menacing and threatening?" Jane started eating.

"No, about how he changed very drastically."

"Oh that. Yeah I guess I can see why you're sad about him."

"I know. When we were little he was the sweetest person I have met. He didn't care about my size back then, and when we were in Junior High we got along even more."

"Yeah, you two almost were like a couple. You guys basically had a mutual feelings among each other."

"But when freshmen year started, he started to radically change. When I saw him in school for the first time in the semester, I saw Kevin who was being clean cut and preppy."

"And not the hot rodding radical Kevin-boy of before?" Rolf then joins the conversation.

"Right. But he again changed very severely ever since the Peach Creek Nuclear Power Plant was built." Nazz then pits up her lunch tray and throws them out. "I don't understand how he became like that."

"Indeed. One moment Kevin-boy was a smarty pants hooty toot. Now he has become an violent hooligan."

"It almost sounds like a bad fanfic," Jane then throws away her tray.

"What happened to him," Nazz glooms down again. "I wish I can do something about it."

"You really can't though," Jane sat back next to Nazz. "It's his choice of living."

"I know but… I don't know Jane, I just wanna see the old Kevin back."

" I know how you feel, but like many people have said before, when you love someone let them go," Nazz looked at Jane's smile as she tried to regain her hope.

"Really?" Rolf looked at Jane. "Rolf was told that if you love someone, you tie them with a rope made of steel and drag them until they acknowledge and take your hand." Nazz and Jane looked at Rolf like they just got a pop quiz.