The three heathers had just handed Martha that note. It was all your fault, you wrote it and signed it ‘Ram Sweeney XOXO’. Now she’s coming to some house party, you know something bass bound to happen, you just… don’t know what.

You're now watching Martha run happily to her locker and the Heathers giggle behind you. You stand, not knowing if you should join the heathers again or follow and warn Martha. As you think, you hear:

“Shouldn’t have bowed down to the swatch dogs and Diet Coke heads. They’re gonna crush that girl.”

You turn around and see the new kid, his dumb little trench coat.. well, he was kinda cute with it.. “I’m sorry, what?” You ask. He gives you a cocky smirk and stands up.

“Clearly, you’ve got a soul. Just gotta work harder on keeping it clean. We’re all born marked for evil.”

he replies, starting to walk away. You raise an eyebrow “Uh okay. Don’t just quote Baudelaire at me and walk away, excuse me! I didn’t catch your name..” he turns around and closes his book, a smug smirk on his face.

“I didn’t throw it.” he says calmly before walking off. Why were you so drawn to this.. guy..?