The Next Week, Wednesday Morning...

So a few days in, and Shane had gotten himself acquainted to his new school. He now knew how to get to his classes without any guide or help, along with being able to locate places like the bathroom and the cafeteria. So far, no problems arose. His teachers were pretty cool to him, and none of his fellow students had a problem with him... other than Alexa of course. She had not been the most pleasant person to be around, but that didn't phase him at all. He was still really nice to her. Whenever she dropped something, he was always the 1st person to get it for her. That unfortunately did nothing but piss her off. Yet, he kept on trying. This morning, everything went on as usual. Shane came in the homeroom, and said hi to Dean and Alexa. Dean waved and Alexa have him her signature glare. Once again, he smiled back at her. Oh, how she hated when he smiled at her. Every smile, every act of kindness toward her, just flat out pissed her off. In her mind, he didn't even deserve to walk the same floors she walked. Why? Because he didn't fall in line with the rest of the sheep. When she told anyone do something, they did it, no questions asked. This loser continued to talk to her and try to be her friend and it was unacceptable.

"Nobody disobeys me. Who does this lowlife think he is?" Alexa thought to herself.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the voice of Ms. Neidhart.

"Okay, class. It seems like we're all in attendance today, which is great, because I have an announcement. As you well know, this past Saturday, tryouts for the Football team were held. I'm pleased to let you know that Room 325's very own, Shane Price made the Varsity team! Congratulations, Shane!"

All of his classmates looked at him and clapped in approval. Dean got up and started yelling, "Price, Price", over and over again in joy. The whole class was into it. Again, only one person refused to show the boy any support, and that person was Little Miss Bliss herself. She say in her seat giving off the illusion that she couldn't care less about Shane's achievement. On the inside, however, she was having a fit! Her thoughts were all over the place.

"What?! How?! That little prick made varsity?! But he has the build of a tree branch! Wait a minute. This means, this means...

This is where her thoughts became words.

"I'M GONNA HAVE TO CHEER HIM ON DURING GAMES?!"

The class stopped congratulating Shane and turned their attention to Alexa.

Alexa greeted their stunned expressions with an annoyed grimace and said, "What are you bozos looking at?"

This caused everyone except Shane and Dean to turn around in fear of getting on her bad side. Shane was about to say something to Alexa, but Dean cut him off. And he wasn't gonna be as nice as Shane.

"Oh, would you just quit it with the attitude already. For fucks sake! Literally no one in this school has a problem with Shane except you! Can't you just accept that for once in your life, you're gonna have to do something you don't want to do? You spoiled prick!"

There was a dead silence. For once, Alexa had nothing to say. The rest of the class couldn't believe that Ambrose had stood up to her. He wasn't a pushover by any stretch of the imagination, but even he had yet to really speak up against the queen bee.

"Dean, that's enough. There's no need for that kind of outburst." Shane said slightly irritated.

Now it was Dean's turn to be shocked.

"No need?! Aren't you sick of this chick?!"

Over in Alexa's mind, she was trying to comprehend what just happened and what was currently happening.

"No- Nobody talks to me like that, ever. Never. Not even my parents. And why- why is Price defending me? Is he really that stupid? Does he really think that this would change anything between us? He's still a loser, and that will never change." She justified in her head.

Back to the quarrel between Dean and Shane.

"No, I'm not. Look, man. You're causing a scene. Everyone in the class is staring at the three of us. Just take a seat at your desk, and calm down. You're bringing a lot of negative energy into the room." Shane reasoned."

"Little Miss Bliss over here brings negative energy wherever she friggin goes!" Dean yelled.

"Dude, come on. Just bring it down."

Dean chuckled in disbelief.

"Alright man. You're insane. You're my friend, but you're still friggin insane."

He then sat down and cleared his head like Shane had asked.

Alexa was still trying to figure out what the hell just happened, as was the rest of the class, Ms. Neidhart included. After he sat in his own seat, Shane turned his attention to Alexa.

He flashed a bright smile at her.

"Sorry about all of that, short stuff. I'll keep it from happening again."

Alexa's brain could only formulate one coherent response to that.

"Don't- Don't call me that."


Same Day, 12:15, Lunch Time...

So, suffice to say, Alexa wasn't exactly a happy camper. Different versions of what had happened between her and Dean spread across the school fast. People were saying everything, from what actually happened, to Alexa slapping Shane, causing Dean to step in. Normally, someone would ask one of them what happened, but Dean had a reputation of being somewhat of a nutcase, and Alexa was... well she was Alexa. She was in a horrible mood all day, and no one besides her friends dared to even look at her. Well, her friends and Shane who continued on his crusade to get on her good side. Of course that only served to piss her off even more. Fortunately for her, she was now at her lunch table, surrounded by the people she deemed worthy of her friendship. The group was made up of jocks, and fellow popular students. You know, the typical cheerleaders and rich kids.

"So, what went down with Ambrose and Shane?" Her closest friend out of the group, Sasha Banks asked.

Alexa groaned.

"Come on. I gotta deal with those two morons literally all day. Can't I just go one period without any mention of either of them?

"I'm afraid not. Now spill it." She pressed on.

"Look, to make a long story short, Price made the Varsity football team, and I obviously didn't like that all. I used my God given right to speak my mind, and Ambrose had the nerve to black out on me. As if I had done anything wrong."

One of the jocks at the table, Seth Rollins inserted himself into the conversation.

"Yeah, that's Dean for you. Dude's a loose cannon."

Alexa looked at him annoyed.

"Why are you friends with that waste of space again?"

Seth shrugged.

"I don't know. Opposites attract I guess. I'm surprised Shane made the team though. I saw the kid, and he's not the strongest looking guy."

"Good. I hope he gets hurt the 1st game and doesn't play for the rest of the season." Alexa said spitefully.

Sasha gasped.

"Alexa, that's harsh. I know you can't stand the kid but you can't just go around wishing serious injury on people. That's screwed up."

"Don't tell me what i can and can't do! I do whatever I want!"

Seth was confused.I

"Jeez why do you hate him so much? He seems like a friendly guy, and no one except you seems to have a problem with him."

That sounded eerily similar to what Ambrose had yelled earlier. Too similar for Alexa.

"You know what?! I'm done talking about this! I don't want to hear another word about Ambrose, and I definitely don't want to hear another word about that fuckface, Price! Got it?!"

Sasha and Seth raised both their hands in the air in an act of relenting.

"Good. Now let me eat my food in peace." Alexa muttered.