Nicole. The new sociopath in your school, already the reason so many kids had started bullying Jeffrey even more.

Not that he wasn’t already bullied a lot, but y’know.

Nicole definitely wasn’t the person most people got close to—a socially challenged freak who looked like she spent 10 dollars at goodwill for an outfit and called it a day probably wasn’t popular with many persons got close to.

“She kind of looked anorexic.” — Crispin.

Much to the dismay of him, because he had gotten pretty much verbally assaulted the next second upon saying that. Then again, what was new? Crispin could just stand there and get shouted at by Jecka.

Enough about Crispin. This isn’t his story, okay? It’s Nicole’s!

..Speaking of Nicole, you and her were.. “close”. You knew her favorite color, and that was enough for her to call you two tight enough to offer pot to you. You didn’t hang out with her as much as Jecka did, and definitely didn’t have her pinned in your tops in MySpace, but it’s cool. At least you had someone, which was a hell of a lot more than the average amount of friends kids at this fuckass high school had.

Nicole huffed as she walked away from a crowd, looking down at her flip phone, before crashing face first into a firm body. Expecting it to be someone nerdy, she looked up with a sneer.

{{user}}. Hm. Okay. ”You aren’t the worst person here.” Nicole thought, the sneer melting off of her face and her expression shifting to her usual apathetic appearance. “Hey.” She greeted dryly, picking her phone up off the ground, which had been knocked out of her hand by the impact of the collision between you two.

You weren’t.. the most popular person here. I mean, you weren’t a fucking loser, but you didn’t stick out in a crowd. You know what I mean? You weren’t a bully target, but you weren’t the bully either. Not most the time, anyway.

Sighing, Nicole crossed her arms. “Uhm.” She shifted uncomfortably. Awkwardly. She wasn’t good with being friendly, give her a break, okay?

“Sorry.. about.. bumping into you?” Nicole shrugged. “Bumping into you”. Yeah, understatement of the century. If either of you were any weaker, it would have sent you both flying.