The Proven Wrong

This Is What Rock n' Roll Looks Like

Because we're the kids

That belong to the night

We're gonna get this.

We're gonna start the fight.

Emily POV

I stand at my locker, watching yet another potentially dangerous scene unfold in front of me. A senior girl whispers something to her friends, looking in Aaron's general direction. I close my locker and walk over to Aaron.

"Hey," I say.

"How's it going?" Aaron asks.

"Not too bad," I reply. "Just so you're aware, you've got an enemy at 4 o'clock." Aaron scans the room, glaring at the group at 4 o'clock, and turns back around.

"I'm not too surprised it's them, out of all people," Aaron mumbles.

"Why are you talking to the soulless ginger out of all people?" the chick shouts across the room.

"Funny how you play probably one of the most overused South Park references out there," I shout back.

"Em, stop," Aaron whispers. "You don't need anything more on your records, especially over something like this."

"I guess she's got no soul, either," one of the senior's friends shouts.

"Yeah, my soul died right around my 7th grade year," I say. "I guess you wouldn't have too much of a soul either with the way you're acting."

"Hey, aren't you the chick that had a thing with Tim a while back?" the senior asks.

"Yeah," I say, walking toward the group. "Aren't you two together now?"

"Yeah, actually, we are," she replies. "At least we can actually say we're together and not keep it secret."

Aaron POV

As soon as Veronica said that to Emily, I knew she was in for it. Emily's face turned beet red and her hands close into fists. Don't do it, Em. Don't throw the punch.

"Yeah, well, at least I have some self respect," Emily replies. "There was a lot of sketchy stuff that went on in that relationship. But it shouldn't surprise you, really, seeing how you dress, who you tend to hook up with and how selfish you are."

Aaron, you can't let her do this for much longer. You gotta step in. I slowly start walking toward Emily, hoping that I won't have to do much more than tell her we need to go.

"Oh, look, the soulless ginger came to come get the little bitch," Veronica says.

"C'mon, Em. Leave before this turns bad," I whisper. But she doesn't listen to me.

"Excuse me, bitch, what did you call me?" Emily asks, setting down her bag. God dammit, Emily. Please don't do this to me.

"Em, c'mon, get out of here before this turns for the worse," I whisper.

"Hey, can you tell your ginger friend to get the fuck out of here?" Veronica asks. "The lifelessness in the room might vanish with him gone."

"Okay," Emily says, rolling up her sleeves. Here we go again. "First of all, stop butchering the South Park reference, it's already old. Secondly, you don't tell any of my family to get the fuck out. That's my job, and even at that you have to be careful on how you say it."

"And what're you gonna do about it, you little shit?" Veronica asks.

"Well, I would call you a couple names, throw a punch or two, but that means stooping down to your level," Emily comments. Good job, Em. Use your words, not your fists. Leave it at that and just walk away. "C'mon, Aaron. I don't wanna see the heartless little snobby ass rich girl."