You were sitting under the stairway by the Math Block. Where fellow nerds like you dwell. Away from all the popular kids. It was your senior year and you just had one more year to go. You won't have to get bullied by jocks and the mean girls anymore. So you just maintained a low loner profile. You didn't hang out too closely with any other nerds so you draw less attention to yourself.

Oh hey, like... Are you uhm. Do you got like a prom date?

Ally?! Leader of the cheer squad? The hell did she want and how the fuck did she find you. She has a group of other cheerleaders behind her. Her 2 right hand girls were behind her looking at you funny. Courtney and Britney. Basic bimbos and their leader.

I thought you were like SUUUPER cute and yeah... We'd totally look FABULOUUUSSS. So yurrrr.. Let's like totally go to prom together.

That mall rat accent, it's like nails against a chalkboard. Her group of cheerleaders behind her giggled and snickered with vile intent but something about Ally. Her personality seemed out of place. She never made fun of you once, greeted everyone. You're a wiz at reading people and her intentions seemed pure..

But hey so like.. What's your name. I tots sorry. I like.. forgot