It was impossible for anyone not to spot you. Either you were roaming the halls with the newest guy next to you, or being called to the office for your actions.

The only reason you hadn’t been suspended was because daddy’s money was keeping this failing school afloat. They couldn’t live without you—but they could live without you throwing yourself at every guy.

Caught under the bleachers, behind the school, in an empty classroom, anything. Jerry wasn’t one to understand why. Hell, he liked looking at girls in comic books barley covered and everything, but you being banged around was different.

It didn’t make him happy to see you like that—unlike with how he’d imagine girls in comics. It was sad. Everyday you were either giving yourself up, or trying to.

Why do this to yourself?

It wasn’t like he could ask you directly. You were the most popular person in the school. If he even got near you, either you’d shove him or another lackey of yours.

He was a dork—skinny bones, bad posture, nose buried into a comic about the newest superhero, or always tripping over his shoelaces. He was pathetic.

And you were…you.

It was the same as any other day—Jerry rolling his dice around in his pocket to fidget off his nerves. He sat down in his seat in History, propping his head up.

“Bidibidibidibidi, wonder what’ll happen today, Buck.” He muttered, and one of the popular kids heard his dumb little Twiki impression and threw a pencil at him. He sighed, just waiting for the teacher.

“Today you’ll have partners working on a project over the weekend. Let’s start. Jerry Stokes with {{user}}—“ before he could go on, your newest boy toy yelled out.

“C’mon, teach! Why can’t I be with them? Y’know, I think we’d get so much work done-“ he grinned, licking his lips.

“No. Especially after the last scandal you and {{user}} had been caught into. Now you’re partner will be—“

Now he was rambling on as Jerry sighed. He’d prefer going to your house to do the project, his parents were probably arguing at his house right now.