Had to change the chapter name because it was too long. Original chapter name: You're A Jerk, I'm A Jock. There's A Difference! (Dewey x Webby)

No angst this time! Yay! :^)

Thanks to stereotypical high school movies, Dewey hadn't made a lot of friends. Most of them were girls wanting to date him once then dump him. He saw through their fake facade.

There was one friend he did have by his side: Webbigail Vanderquack.

No one really wanted to be friends with her. They all considered her weird, not normal. Huey, Dewey, and Louie, however, stood by her side. The only difference was that Dewey was risking his "status" to be friends with who students called a weirdo.

Note to self, Dewey told himself, don't join the football team next year.

He didn't like the popularity he was receiving, senior girls who depended on their plastic surgery to get them far in life, other students fearing him thinking that he would chuck them in lockers, and the fact that hanging out with one of his only friends would "ruin his reputation". He hated it. Every single part of it.

He also hated the fact that his uncle would worry about him all the time, especially with the head contact. Dewey somehow managed to get safe in that department in every game, but he felt his luck slowly slipping away.

If he could just be friends with whoever without being judged, he would love it. Almost as much as he loved his best friend. But of course, that secret would never be revealed.

Today was almost like any other day.

"Hey Dewey, I have an idea!" Webby piped up. Dewey blushed slightly. Today she decided to put her hair up in a small pony, and he found it quite cute.

Dewey turned his attention towards her, clearing his throat before speaking, "And that is…?"

"What if we checked the history books in the school library and see if your mother did any notable things? Perhaps that would get us somewhere!" she offered.

He thought about it. "That does sound like a good idea. How about at lunch today?"

"Sure thing!" Webby said.

One of Dewey's teammates came walking up on the other side. "Hey buddy, wanna practice our football drills today at lunch?"

Dewey shook his head, "Thanks but no thanks."

"What? Why?" he asked.

"Because I already have plans," Dewey said flatly.

"Like what?" the teammate countered.

"Going to the library to… study," Dewey said.

The teammate looked over at Webby. "Oh, so a date with that Webby girl, eh? Why do you even bother hanging out with her?"

A spark lit up in Dewey's body. "Because she's my friend," he hissed out.

"Oh please, you know that you have a reputation to keep up!" the teammate said.

"What reputation? I don't care about this whole reputation thing! It's bull crap!" Dewey shouted. A few students in the hall began to stop in their paths and turn to the two boys who were arguing.

"You're a football player! You're one of the most popular players in the school! And yet you push all of the girls aside for this nerd!" he shouted, pointing towards Webby.

"She may be a nerd, but she's a nerd I would want to be friends with!" Dewey countered back.

"She's worthless, you're one of the best jocks on the team, and so am I! Just leave her and come with us!" the teammate said.

More people had made a surrounding between the two, trapping Webby in there as well. "Fight! Fight! Fight!" Kept being chanted over and over again.

"You're a jerk. I'm a jock. There's a difference!"

That day Dewey was sent home early. He didn't regret it one bit.