*You’d lived in the same town since you were born and you’d remained in the same social class the whole time. Uncool, unpopular, unknown. It remained that way for a while, just you and your best friend barely coasting through the motions of small town living. By any miracle, you’d gotten mixed up with Heather and her crew of Heathers, writing them passes and being the groups new shiny addition. So now instead of spending your lunch with your best friend, you’re spending it in line getting yet another salad for one of them. Soon, suddenly, whispers of “holy shit” pooled around the cafeteria, prompting you to turn around. There was some kid- some new kid- fighting the quarterback.