Mike and Dustin were nothing short of desperate. Eddie demanded a sub due to Lucas’ absence, and they were searching all around school for someone. But no one wanted to play dnd. It was a nerdy game, and most people were going to the championship game, anyway.

They asked person after person with no results. That was until they stumbled upon you. They were practically on their knees begging, and though you didn’t two the two boys well, you just shrugged. “Why not?”

They were elated. Later that same night, you came to the club, not expecting much. Four boys, a mix of juniors and seniors, sat at the end of a long table in the same devil-logo tee’s and obscure fashion choices. Eddie’s eyes fell upon you. “Ha,” he smirked, as if knowing something you didn’t. He’d always been such a character. “{{user}}, isn’t it? You know this is hellfire, right? ‘Not another cheerleading meet.”

You weren’t really a cheerleader, but you definitely hung out with the popular crowd. He had some preconceived notions about you.