Chapter 2! Woot, I did it! Dedicated to S-Sana-N, I forgot my password O, jimmyjr88, and Dino!

ALSO! Dino, you have caught my attention! So, you will see what I mean briefly!

DISCLAIMER: ugh… really? I just abuse Oc's, I don't even live anywhere near Cali….

Denny gaped up at the school with unmistakable awe. I mean, come on, he is the baby freshman of the group, HA is a pretty awesome sight for him.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Charlie half-laughed, giving a rare smile that wasn't soaked in sarcasm.

Denny nodded and the older kids laughed and lead him into the school. They parted ways to their lockers, Dylan with Gabbi, Marco with Charlie, Jay with Nikki. They already showed Denny where his was, so they semi-trusted that he would be okay until Jay came back to take him to their homeroom. Sure, Momma Gabbi told him to text her if he got into trouble, but they were hoping to wouldn't come to that. Mad Gabbi is truly horrifying.

Well, Denny was pretty positive that he'd be fine being alone for a while, and began to put his stuff into his locker. Nikki and Gabbi helped him decorate the door, and he thought it looked amazing.

Well, poor Denny didn't think that so many people would stare.

I mean, come on, the boy's a bit oblivious if you can't tell.

Well, the guy next to him noticed and tapped Denny on the shoulder. Denny turned and say that he was pretty skinny, more so than even Dylan (who was the skinniest guy Denny had so far met). He had almost-black-dark brown hair that was gelled in the front out of his green eyes that kinda reminded him of Charlie. He kinda smelled like cigarettes and he was dressed very nicely. Much more nice than any of Denny's friends, anyways. Sure, Marco, Dylan and Gabbi were pretty well off, and Denny, Jay, Nikki and especially Charlie were REALLY well off, but none of them ever tried to dress like they had the money that they had. This guy looked like he was out of the 40's or something. Nice shoes, legit slacks, a dress shirt and suspenders, seriously, this guy's fashion sense kinda threw poor Denny through a bit of a loop.

"Hey, I don't mean to be rude or anything, but, uh, you're getting a lot of looks. You sure this isn't your sister's locker or something?" The guy asked, obviously not trying to hurt Denny's feelings.

Denny blinked his wide blue eyes, "No, this is my locker. My best friends Nikki and Gabbi helped me decorate it! I'm Denny Roson, by the way!"

The freshman gave the kid one of his classic winning smiles and held out his hand hopefully. The boy smiled politely back and shook it.

"Mathew Miranda, but Matt's okay too," he introduced, looking at Denny's locker door again. It was white and pink and… well… pretty dang girly. At least, girly compared to his, which was black and white and grey with Frank Sinatra lyrics in cursive and a few black and white photos of him and his family.

"Hi Matt!" Denny smiled widely, and then frowned slightly, "Wait, why do you think people are staring at my locker? There's nothing wrong with it, is there? Cuz I made sure that Gabbi and Nikki didn't put anything scary or bad on there, and Dylan even went over it to make double sure that Gabbi didn't put something in a different language, but then Marco and Jay snuck up behind him and kidnapped him so we could go swimming and get ice cream before we went to Charlie's for our usual movie night… Have you ever tried mixing red Kool-Aid with blue Power-Aid? I did that yesterday with one of my dad's Power-Aids and I invented Power-Kool-Aid!"

Matt's only response to that was a rapid blinking of his eyes, trying to catch up with everything that the little blonde boy was saying. How the heck could he talk that fast, anyways? Well, maybe it's because he's an only child or something…

"Psh, freshmen…"

Denny suddenly stopped and he and Matt looked back at the voice. There were a few girls who Denny knew Gabbi and Nikki would call Barbie's and a few guys that Dylan and Jay would cringe at the sight of. The girl in front looked anorexic, with obviously dyed platinum blonde hair that had clearly been straightened without heat protection and was wearing more pink than even Denny wore in one day. She was also wearing way too much make-up, and not in the pretty way that Gabbi did sometimes.

"Sorry, did you say something?" Denny obliviously asked.

The girl smirked, seeing an easy target already, "Please, you are so obviously a freshman! And a dumb one at that, who the hell mixes Power-Aid and Kool-Aid?"

Denny's face looked positively crushed, so Matt said, "Hey now, let's take it easy, the kid probably just has ADHD or something! No need to be mean!"

"Oh stay out of this," the girl snapped, glaring at him.

Matt immediately clammed up, making it obvious that he didn't really talk to girls.

"Man, what's with this school? Little freshman faggots and new kids from the old home? Do they take anyone that's weird now?" The girl sneered, making Denny look close to crying and Matt glare slightly.

"If they did then you should have been expelled a long time ago, Ms. Moriarty."

The group turned and saw 6 things: one irked Charlie Knight, one annoyed Marco Gonzalez, one irritated Nikki Starling, one peeved Dylan Bennett, one Jay Parker with his usual 'death to the world' glare and one incredibly pissed off Gabbi Cooper.

"The names Natalie Mitchell, you dumb bitch," the blonde prep hissed.

Gabbi snarled and face palmed at the same time.

"Seriously? Are you really that stupid?" Nikki asked with the upmost seriousness.

"I'm not the stupid one here, immigrant!"

That right there might as well have been her death wish.

You see, our motley crew only has two truly white Americans; Denny and Gabbi. Marco is full-fledged Mexican, Nikki is half Latina, Charlie is half Grecian, Jay's part Korean, and even though he was white, Dylan was British. And it didn't matter that Gabbi and Denny were super white Americans; they took as much offence to that because it was their friends, and they loved the crazy multi-cultural stuff that they did.

"Oh, No, nonono NO," Gabbi's eyes got a crazy look in them.

"Did I just hear correctly? Did you just say IMMIGRANT?" Nikki asked, outraged.

"Oh hell to the bloody no," Dylan growled, almost in his screamo voice.

"Why you maldita perra racista," Marco all but screamed, if you can't tell, he speaks in his native language when he's pissed enough.

Charlie only glared, not really one for verbal assault early in the morning, but it was scary as shit. Jay cast a look over at Denny, who was trying his hardest not to start crying. It doesn't sit well with him when any of his friends are upset, but if you go so far to make their youngest cry, you've gone WAY over the line. He could care less about the racist comment, it was seeing Denny's baby blues full of tears that set him off.

Lucky for the offenders, Gabbi held up a hand and started taking deep breaths to calm herself.

"Alrighty then, Queen Bitchette," she hissed, making Natalie flinch with the venom in her voice, "This just proves how fucking worthless you are to society and the world in general, so why don't you just run along in those oh so obviously fake knock off jeans? Yes, I know those aren't real, Daddy ran into some money problems, that's obvious by the split ends from the cheap hair products and the name tag for employees at a fast food joint down town in your bag. You gotta work for those so-called necessities that you insist on having, you worthless prick. Good. Maybe it'll teach you that you can't be spoon fed everything, like how Mommy bribed them into letting you into this school with Daddy's money and your so call innate talent, which is sub-par at best since your body structure is more suited to running or cross country with your lack of flexibility. You know what, get the fuck to class and stay away from Denny. He didn't do anything to you, besides have naturally beautiful blondeness and the perfect blue eyes that you wish your fake contacts made your eyes look like. And stay away from that kid, too, he's obviously new and you don't have any right to take you're bitchyness out on him. Well? Are you fucking deaf from all that stupid ass rap? GO THE FUCK AWAY!"

"Gabbi, that's enough! You're done!" Dylan yanked his best friend back and Marco and Jay held her in place as Charlie and Nikki brought Denny over.

Dylan glanced at Matt and jerked his head for him to join them; Natalie was making fun of him too, so he wanted to make him feel a little safer. Matt blinked in surprise but came over anyways.

"Get the hell out of here," Jay growled, surprising the preps; Jay hardly ever talks, but those few words was the most terrifying thing they'd ever heard next to Gabbi's verbal attacks and Dylan's singing.

Well, they didn't wait to see how much more scary it could get.

"And welcome to high school," Charlie sighed irritably.

"Denny, stay away from them and never talk to them; they're the people we were telling you about," Nikki instructed.

Denny only sniffled and nodded and Gabbi pulled him into a hug.

"Hey, man, thanks for looking out for Denny," Marco said to Matt, "He's a little naïve, so that was cool of you to try to help."

"Y-yeah, th-thanks Matt," Denny said while wiping his eyes.

"But FYI, Denny's not the one with ADHD, Gabbi is."

Gabbi hit Marco in the arm and scowled, "Dude, not cool! I've been tested!"

Denny blinked and asked, "Wuzzat mean? Did you have to take a test before school?"

Everyone groaned and Gabbi patted Denny's head, "Oh honey…"

Denny cocked his head to the side like a puppy and the bell rang.

"Okay, I need new friends; you guys ALWAYS make me late!" Nikki grumbled, getting a few playful punches from the guys.

"Matt, C'mon! Let's go!" Denny bounced, grabbing the other boy by the hand.

"Whoa, hey, I don't think I even have the same home-"

"You do," Gabbi said bluntly.

Matt looked hopelessly confused and Dylan patted his shoulder, "You'll get used to it, mate…"

"O-oh…"

And so, with their newest friend in tow, the Oddball's made their way to their homeroom.

God save that poor soul.

YAAAAY NEW FRIENDS AND MIND F***s! Okay, so that's it, that's the last one!

Dino, I'm gonna need you to pop over to my Oc's wanted thingy and submit the rest of Matt's info.

Also, I'm thinking of putting the gang's info up for everyone to see. Tell me what you think!

PLEASE R&R! It feeds my soul….

~Hey, you're crazy b*tch, but you're so good I'm on top of it! ~