Lynn

8:30 a.m. and the first bell has rang. I'm now in my first period—P.E. Since the first semester is coming to an end, our gym teacher has been giving us free days. Because of all these days that we get to choose what we want to do, I've been sitting on the bleachers the whole time since I can't do much of anything. I have been doing this for a while now but today was different. My old teammates from my old baseball team—ALL of them, came up to me with their hands at hips.

"Yes?" I asked them confused as to why they were just standing there.

"What is up with you?" Annie Mccardal asked me sharply.

"What do you mean?" I asked a bit more dominantly in reaction of her tone with me.

"She's talking about how you COMPLETELY gave up all sports! You don't even do anything during P.E. any more! What the hell Lynn?!" Alyssa Koob snapped.

"Ok first of all, remember who you're talking to," I growled. "And second, it's none of your damn business! Especially with that fucking tone!" I told her, going back to the worksheet on my hands. What happened next completely caught me off guard. Alyssa then snatched the paper from my hand, crumpled it up and threw it across the gym as to get my attention.

"I'm talking to you, you fucking loser!" she angrily told me. This caused the others to kind of withdraw in fear a bit, but I knew they were trying not to let it show. See, here's the thing. When I was still in sport teams, I was always the captain. The 'leader' as you would call it. Alyssa joined the soft ball team 3 months before I quit (which was extremely late, but because she was good, coach accepted it) so her and I hadn't really gotten close. Even though I was friends with all my team members, I was still seen with that… respect I'll call it. Alyssa apparently didn't know that.

"Oh? I'm sorry, but who the actual fuck do you think you're talking to?! Do you honestly think you're some big hot shot sports star with all this damn authority?!" I started, rising from my seat. "You may be new Koob, but you better learn your fucking place!"

"My place?!" she said cracking up. "Honey, you are the one who needs to learn her place. You used to have a place, but you gave it up when you became a boring ass—"

"Alyssa! Enough!" One of the girls told her cutting her off.

"You don't want to mess with her! You'll regret it!" another one whispered, just loud enough for me to hear.

"Yea, you probably would, so you should stop." I told her, my arms crossed.

"Bite. Me." She said, inching closer to my face with each word. That's it. I pushed her down the bleachers since she was facing away from the descending part. The others gasped as they turned towards her direction. A small 'fuck' could be heard from her as she touched the back of her head with blood on her finger tips as it came back round to her face. Coach immediately races to her side to ask if she was alright.

"I'm fine!" she angrily said as she got up and walked away. The others followed in shock. All except Kayla—my friend of 2 years now. She blankly stared at me with a gapped mouth. She eventually shook it off though and looked away.

"Some friend you turned out to be." She said, and then ran to catch up with the others. I don't regret pushing Alyssa down the bleachers—no! I actually really enjoyed that and would gladly do it again, but I felt bad about how Kayla must be feeling. I probably look like a huge jerk to her now. Great. I'm losing my friendships faster than fresh biscuits here!

When the bell rang, I expected coach to call me over to talk to me about pushing Koob, but instead, it seems she let it slide because it didn't happen. Maybe she didn't see that the reason Koob fell was because of me? Did Alyssa even say it was me? I guess not. I started walking to my second period—Spanish 1, which was a good distance from where I was at the moment, but I didn't mind because it allowed me to pass my favorite bathroom. The "good" bathroom. Ok, that whole statement just sounded weird, but what can I say?! It is the only bathroom with a mirror, and is always kept clean since it was near the main entrance where guest would go, so between the rest of the bathrooms and this one, it was an easy choice.

After Spanish, I started to make my way to Algebra 2. Ugh! I hate math. I'm no good at it. Whenever I feel I understand a topic, we suddenly learn a new aspect to it and I'm back to not knowing what to do. Plus, I don't know nor like anyone in that class so it's never fun. At least I have Lunch after. Oh wait! I just remembered that that new kid… what was his name? Daniel? Dillon? I know it started with a D… DAVID! Yea, David. I've always been bad with names and now with the pregnancy, I've got pregnancy brain and honestly, have gotten so much worse. So technically, it's not my fault!

Finally, 4th period. I get in line for lunch, trying to spot Lincoln, or David. Someone. Anyone. With a Cuban sandwich, salad, and juice in my tray, I made my way to my table. That's when I felt a hand on my shoulder. The sudden action made me flinch and almost drop my tray.

"Oh my god! David! You scared me!"

"My apologies mademoiselle~" he started.

"Mademoiselle?"

"A rather formal greeting don't you think?" he said in a suave manner. This made me laugh.

"Your so fucking weird!" I said through my giggles.

"An understatement, really." He said making me laugh some more. We got to "The Loud table" where David sat next to me. Luan- who was working on some sort of paper, and Luna- who was on her phone suddenly looked up at him, confused.

"Uh Luna, Luan, this is David. David, these are my sisters- Luna and Luan." I said, introducing them.

"Hi!" Luan said waving, but then turned back to her paper.

"Hey." Luna casually stated.

"Nice to meet you." He answered. As everyone started to make their way to the table, he got introduced to them , and them to him. Everyone, but Lincoln. He hadn't yet arrived. That's weird.

"Hey, have any you guys seen Lincoln?" I asked them.

"Ummm…. No." they answered.

"That's… weird…" I said, mostly to myself. I grabbed my phone and started to text him

Lynn: Where are you?

Lincoln:

No reply. I have no idea where he could possibly be so I just tried to ignore the fact that he wasn't there and finished my food. After a while, I felt my phone buzz.

Lincoln: Sorry, I'm stuck in class

Lynn: during lunch?

Lincoln:… yea. Extra work. See you during 8th ! 3

I put my phone down confused. How… strange.

"Sorry David. My… brother is apparently stuck in class."

"No worries. I'll meet him another day!" he answered.

During the rest of the period, we talked with each other and basically started to get to know each other. He was actually a pretty chill guy. He had moved to Detroit when he was 10 from Boston and has been here for 6 years now. He says although Michigan is pretty cool, he would eventually love to move back to Boston. I don't blame him. It's probably more interesting there then here. Maybe I'm just bias because of my issues at home. I just want to leave.

Lincoln

I put my phone down and returned to the situation at hands. I was in the office because of unjust reasons. It started when these 2 kids started talking about Lynn. So naturally, I listened in.

"That Lynn girl, she's fucking hot!" One said to the other.

"You mean Loud?" the other asked.

"Hell yeah I mean Loud!"

"Maybe but she's fucking weird dude! Wasn't there a rumor about her dating her own brother?!"

"Rumors are just rumors~ I'll show you! Hey, I bet you I can get some pics from her!"

"Ha! Aight, bet!" The other said. At this point, I had to intervene.

"You ain't getting pics from ANYONE! Especially not Lynn!" I told them.

"Says who?"

"Says me you fucking pervert! And by the way, I don't appreciate you guys talking about my sister that way! I suggest that you shut the fuck up right now or things WON'T end well." I told them, a bit more aggressively. They looked at me for a second, than started laughing.

"Yeah, ok little twig!" They answered. That's when I pushed one of them to the floor.

"You think I'm fucking joking?!" I asked. The other than grabbed me and pinned me to the wall while the one I pushed raised from the floor and attempted to punch me when I kicked them both. The fight escalated until the principal eventually broke us apart and called us to the office. I can happily say that even though there where two of them and only one of me, I won the fight. Apparently going to the gym (on request of Lynn) and working in a factory with heavy boxes makes you stronger. Huh! Who would have known? Anyway, I've been in the office for the past hour as the school officials tried to figure out what to do.

"I was only defending my sister, whom these two where trying to disrespect. They where talking of indecent acts with her so I told them to stop. They continued to pry though and started the fight, trying to punch me. That's when I fought back for self defense. That's all. I shouldn't be the one to receive punishment. That would be unjust. Don't you agree Mrs. Mandela?" I asked the principal. I knew exactly how to talk to school officials in a way as to get on there side and win the battle. Same thing went with my parents. I was practically an expert at this. I had this in the bag.

"That is not true! He just came up to us, pushing us down and starting fights for no reason! We weren't even talking about Lynn!" One of them said in a childish whine.

"Than may I ask how you knew that Lynn was the sister I was referring to? I do have 10 sisters." I stated suavely. They had practically dug themselves in a deeper hole and pushed me out of it.

"Ram Sweeney, Kurt Kelly, this is not the first time you two have been accused of such acts. Frankly, the explanation you gave doesn't make sense. Why would he just start a fight out of no where?" she asked them.

"That's what we were wondering!" Ram told her. Their poker face was failing badly and became obviously fake soon enough. Our principal sighed as she pulled out a sheet of paper to suspend them for 3 days. Noticing this, Kurt objected quickly.

"WAIT! But… but… uh…"

"yes…?" our principal groaned.

"He started it!" Ram finished. They honestly looked and sounded like 1st graders now and was starting to get on both the principal's and my last nerve. I just want to leave. Even though it was clear that they were lying, due to the fact that they were "big important sports stars" in the school, it was hard to come to a conclusion for some reason. Stupid fucking clique advantages!

I finally got to leave a whole hour and a half later. The only class that I could make it to now was 7th and 8th—I wasn't complaining though. I just wish I hadn't missed lunch…

A/N: Heeeeyyyyyy 'rrrrronica~ okay sorry I couldn't resist the temptation to since I was gonna write hey people and since both Kurt and Ram were in this chapter. Remember what I said in the last A/N about the reference stuff? Welp. Anyway, I hoped y'all enjoyed this chapter; it's not much… but….. hey. I expect to upload again soon, so get ready! Also, I just published a new story a few minutes ago, and yeah, I know I probably shouldn't be starting anything new considering I still haven't updated 2 of my other stories, but the thing is, I really like it, and I have been writing it for a while now so if you're into Hamilton, please go check it out! Don't we love my perfectly well support to my claim as to why it was okay to post it? "I like it." Love that. Try that on your next English essay kids. I'm sure you'll all get 5's! Just—just kidding don't actually do that… okay I've talked to much now bye now!