A/N:

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Math.

I swear, it's one of the most boring classes anyone could take. To make matters worse, I'm in AP Math, so I'm expected to pay attention and shit.

Guess the teachers really don't know me.

I take out my phone and put my earphones in. I start playing music on shuffle. The first song that comes on is 'You Can't Win' by Kelly Clarkson. I honestly think that this song describes me perfectly; how everyone judges everything you do. I slip my phone back in my pocket after turning the volume up.

"If you go, they'll say you're following.

If you don't, then you're too good for them.

If you smile, you must be ignorant.

If you don't, what's your problem?

If you're down, so ungrateful.

And if you're happy, why so selfish?

And you can't win, no.

You can't win, no."

I start tapping my index finger to the music and pretending to take notes in my notebook. It's sad how the teacher doesn't even notice me.

"The one who doesn't quite fit in.

Underdressed under your skin, oh.

A walking disaster.

Every time you try to fly, you end up falling out of line, oh.

You can't, you can't win, no."

Four looks back at me questioningly. I roll my eyes and hand motion for him to turn around. He does so without question.

"If you're thin, poor little walking disease.

If you're not, they're all screaming "Obese!"

If you're straight, why aren't you married yet?

If you're gay, why aren't you waving a flag?

If it's wrong, you're knowing it.

If it's right, you always miss.

You can't win, no.

You can't win, no."

I glance at the clock and notice that there's only five minutes left of class. Amen!

"The one who doesn't quite fit in.

Underdressed under your skin, oh.

A walking disaster.

Every time you try to fly, you end up falling out of line, oh.

You can't, you can't win, no."

Three minutes. Four glances back at me again. What does he want?!

"And you try, you try so hard.

But it's wearing on your heart.

And you play, you play the game.

But you pay, you pay for it.

You can't win, no.

You can't win, no."

The teacher hasn't even looked at me once. And I'm the most troublesome student. After Four, of course.

"If you speak, you'll only piss 'em off.

If you don't, you're another robot.

If you stop, they'll just say you quit.

If you don't, you might lose your shit.

You can't win, no.

You can't win, no."

I can't win.

Me.

Whatever I do, someone judges. I can't live my life without having to please someone. It's annoying as hell.

"The one who doesn't quite fit in.

Underdressed under your skin, oh.

A walking disaster.

Every time you try to fly, you end up falling out of line, oh.

You can't, you can't win, no.

You can't win.

The one who doesn't quite fit in.

Underdressed under your skin, oh.

A walking disaster.

Every time you try to fly, you end up falling out of line, oh.

You can't, you can't win, oh.

You can't win, oh.

You can't win, oh.

You can't win."

The song ends right after the bell rings. Thank you, Kelly Clarkson!

I almost jump out of my seat, grab my things, and sprint out the door. I have a free period then lunch, so I can get my homework done. I don't need to get another "written warning" again.

I start to head down to the library when 'Round and Round' by Imagine Dragons comes on. Damn, I love this song. I'm just about to publicly rock out to it when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I rip my earphones out and whip around, getting ready to take defense. I'm half expecting it to be Christina; half expecting it to be some stuck-up jock who thinks he can take me down. But, I see who I thought I had a 0.01 percent chance of seeing: Four.

Why am I surprised? He was looking at me almost the entire class.

"Hey," he says.

I breathe out a breath I didn't know I was holding in. Why am I suddenly so tense around him?

"Hi," I say tensely.

"Where're you headed?" he asks. I tell him it's my free period. "Oh, cool, me too," Four says. How do we have almost all the same classes when he's a year older than me?

"Um, I don't suppose you want to go to the library with me? That's where I'm heading now," I tell him.

"Oh, uh, that's where I was going. I was going to ask if you wanted to come with me." He lets out a nervous laugh. "I guess we can go together."

I kind of half smile and stick one earphone back in my ear; in case he wants to talk to me. I restart 'Round and Round' since it was almost done. He taps me on the shoulder. I look at him expectantly.

"What're you listening to? Let me guess…is it 'Buddy Holly' by Weezer?"

I laugh. It's a genuine laugh; my first one in probably days. I'm surprised that he, of everyone I know, was the cause of it.

"No, actually. It's 'Round and Round' by Imagine Dragons. It has a lot of meaning to me, and it's a really great song. Not that you would know, anyways. You don't listen to alternative bands, remember? Just rock," I joke.

I then realize that I told him that the song has meaning to me; I don't tell anyone anything personal. Especially if something has meaning to me. What the hell has gotten into me lately? This is Four of all people!

"Let me listen to this "great song"," he says, taking the unoccupied earphone and putting it in his ear.

"We all are living the same way, the same way.

We are escaping the same way, the same way.

Circling.

Oh, oh.

We are a part of the same play, the same play.

We think we're making our own way, our own way.

Circling.

Oh, oh.

You don't have to hold your head up high."

He looks at me, smiles, and says, "So you actually found a good song without my help? Surprising." I punch him in the arm; too hard to be playful, to soft to be real. He stifles an "Ouch."

"Round and round.

I won't run away this time.

'Til you show me what this life is for.

Round and round.

I'm not gonna let you change my mind.

'Til you show me what this life is for."

We walk down the hallway together, towards the library, me earning glares from most of the girls. I glare back at them without thinking about it. I guess it just comes naturally to me now.

"We are afflicted by fiction, by fiction.

Building a case for eviction, eviction.

Circling.

Oh, oh.

Guarding the tower of ancients, of ancients.

Shooting down arrows of patience

And patiently circling.

Oh, oh.

You don't have to hold your head up high."

We come in eyeshot of the library. I'm sort of dreading going in there. There's always tons of nerds who actually enjoy reading, and they always stare at me. Yes, I know I'm different. I like it that way.

"Round and round.

I won't run away this time.

'Til you show me what this life is for.

Round and round.

I'm not gonna let you change my mind.

'Til you show me what this life is for."

I'm not even sure what my life is for.

I sneak a glance at Four. He seems to be thinking intently. I don't blame him; I am too. We just became friends again yesterday, and now we're walking down the hall together as if the past two years of our lives hasn't happened at all.

"All the emptiness inside you is hard enough to fill.

Without a sense of purpose, we're setting up to fail.

You don't have to make it right.

Just hold your head up high."

We walk into the library, our arms brushing every so often. It sends chills through me even though I know it shouldn't at all. We're just friends.

"Round and round.

I won't run away this time.

'Til you show me what this life is for.

Round and round.

I'm not gonna let you change my mind.

'Til you show me what this life is for."

The song ends in perfect timing. Four pulls the earphone out and looks at me in what I would say is…awe?

"You found that song on your own?" he asks.

"Yeah, why?" I say a little too harshly.

He shakes his head. "That was a really great song. What were you listening to before?"

Can I tell him? Or will he just judge me for listening to too depressing type songs?

You can't win, no.

"'You Can't Win' by Kelly Clarkson," I say. He nods.

We sit at a table together and start doing homework.

If you speak, you'll only piss him off, I say to myself.

A/N:

God, that was long.

Those are my two favorite songs right now, by the way.

Did you notice how I added the lyric to the last line? ;)

Also, I didn't really proofread this one, so PM me if there's any mistakes that need fixing.

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