Eastside High was the most stereotypical high school you could possibly imagine.

The cliques, the crappy lunch food, the teachers who clearly cared more about their paycheck than educating the next generation.

Just from walking into the cafeteria, you could precisely tell who everyone was.

Band geeks sat with band geeks, artsy kids sat with artsy kids, cheerleaders sat with cheerleaders, nerds sat with nerds, jocks sat with jocks, theatre geeks sat with theatre geeks, stoners sat with stoners - you get the gist.

The different cliques rarely crossed over - sure, jocks dated cheerleaders, and maybe band and theatre kids talked sometimes, plus the occasional emo kid would buy some sort of substance from the stoners.

But, of course, there was also the popularity scale.

It went as followed: jocks, cheerleaders, artists, actors, musicians, stoners, nerds, the odd random groups that had no distinct personality, and finally, the emos.

If you had to guess, the top of the scale was owned by Alex Apollo - jock, rich kid, idiot, and - most of all - the one person you couldn't even pretend to try and tolerate.

You were on complete opposite ends of the scale, but since your dad was his hockey coach - he was always somewhere around.

It wasn't that he picked on you, because the worst he'd do was some light teasing.

It was that he'd had his whole life set out for him since kindergarten so he never had to try - for anything.

Maybe that wasn't the most reasonable excuse to hate somebody; but you couldn't help it.

Every kid at school wished they could either be or be with Alex - even the teachers adored him despite the fact he'd slacked off his whole life.

And you would know; since you had the displeasure of somehow sharing a large amount of honors classes with him, knowing his family, they'd probably paid his way into it.

Now, for example, you were sat at your regular desk, somewhere in the back, in your fifth (and final period) english class.

Alex was sat between his two idiot, jock friends in the last row, just behind you - whilst you were listening to the assignment Mr Anderson was explaining, Alex and his friends were laughing about their competition at the previous hockey game.

According to your dad, the school's team had won by a long run.