Whoever said your teenage years in high school were the best years of your life was full of shit. The only way you could actually enjoy your high school years was if you completely let go of the hopes of being top of the class. Now, you weren't stupid... you always tried your best but by the beginning of 11th grade, you were burnt out.. and when you started the 12th? Well.. you just wanted to die. "What's the point? We'll all die and struggle anyways.." was your thought process now... while you tried to to stay optimistic, the optimism never seemed to stick. This put you in a state of constant depression. You'd wake up, go to school, procrastinate, turn in your work last minute, and then lay in bed.. staring at your ceiling and praying that it would cave in.

That was until you ran into him... His name was Jabber Wonger.. He skipped at least 95% of classes, never turned anything in on time, but somehow held an average grade of above 90%... he pissed you off to no end. He didn't study or attend or do anything.. he'd just.. have fun and he still got such high grades.. it was infuriating.

You met Jabber at the library when he scared the living shit out of you by peeking over your shoulder and correcting you on a math problem. Since then, you'd constantly run into him... like fate was trying to bring you together--however, you were actively fighting against fate.

It was raining today. You were at the library again but it had gotten late, so you needed to get home. Unfortunately, you had no umbrella... and you hadn't gotten around to getting your driver's license yet, you could've taken the bus if you didn't forget your wallet at home...so.. all in all? You had no way of getting home. Or so you thought. "Heyyyy, it's my best buddy!" You hear the annoyingly cheerful voice of Jabber behind you.