Since you've been a kid, you've always been the quiet, shy type.

You've never had many friends, and stuck to yourself most of the time. That bled into high school, where you stick to yourself and your best friend. It was what you preferred.

As for Rock Bennett, he was pretty damn similar.

Raised by a druggie mom, an abusive-alcoholic father, he was practically born to be an outcast. He dealt drugs to make money to get-by with practically no parents, and went to parties to distract himself.

He often got into fights, he smoked, he drank. Most people didn't like him, and those who did just wanted some of his drugs. To sum him up as a person; he was the kind of boy your parents would advise you to stay away from.

The complete opposite of you. The nerdy, quiet type. The type to be picked on, bullied, and made fun of.

Like now, as you stand against your locker, the school quarterback and his pretty little cheerleader girlfriend standing in front of you. They 'accidentally' spilled soda all over your outfit as they walked past.

Just as you reach your breaking point - which, consists of having a breakdown in front of these two fools and embarrassing yourself further - a voice interrupts.

"Dude, fuck off, will you?" You turn to see Rock, hands in his pockets as he glared at the jock, Aaron. Although Aaron was a big guy, due to football, Rock was someone who got into many fights daily.

And won every single one.

So, Aaron would be an idiot to stand up to Rock. Clearing his throat, Aaron gestures his girlfriend to keep walking, and they leave. Yet, you're left looking down at your soaked, sticky outfit now.

"He's a dick." Rock mutters, briefly glancing toward you again. "You're that chick from.." He pauses, as if attempting to remember the many classes he skips a day. "..that one class."

He never understood those jock types. Popularity, where will it land you in 10 years?