He Doesn't Know; I Know

Part Three: The Labels

So, you've heard of the freaks - that's us. Not really proud to say that. Basically, I think, they just labelled us freaks because, well, we're just different. I mean, ever since, we never really get along with them.

Then they heard that we are banding - Ashton came up with that word, not even sure if it does exist - and posting videos on YouTube. I see nothing wrong with it - but there's something in us that they don't like.

Well, we can't please everyone, can we?

Moving on.

You've met Shawn and his minions - the jerks at school. I mean, jocks. On their left are the wannabes. Basically, they are the cheerleaders; and they don't want to be called wannabes. But they act like one, so, why not?

Next to them are their complete opposite, the Math Nerds, who are the walking calculators of this school. They usually sit with their buddies, the Science Geeks, at the cafeteria. And, for our entertainment purpose, they always debate with the Shakespeare's whenever they can. The Shakespeare's are those literature students you usually see hanging out at the library and reading every single damn book.

Now, on Shawn's right are the punks. They're from Baltimore and they are quite crazy. We're actually friends with them. There's also the faggots. Well, it was Shawn's idea to call them that. I prefer calling them the Brits since they are from UK and one's from Ireland. They are funny and nice. Another group I call Brits are those lads who call themselves The Vamps. They are also into music and are really good at it. I'm pretty sure they are nocturnal that's why they call themselves that!

On the far corner are the psycho. Everyone calls them that. I don't know what's the real deal behind it but sometimes they scare the shit out of me. There's also the emo - we got loads of them here. Don't forget the frat society and the sex maniacs.

The labels are just endless. You'll know more about them soon.

"Too bad, Shawn," a familiar voice said. I glanced to my right as a girl stood beside me. Her long blonde hair was tied in a ponytail. She was wearing a plain white shirt and ripped denim jeans.

Okay, so here's the deal, this girl right here, her name's Chloe, is the girl of my dream. All of my friends know that. She's just so perfect I don't even know where to begin. But, you see, she's an alumnae. She's five years older than me - I'm not even seventeen.

How I wish that I was eighteen. She obviously wouldn't even go out on a date with me.

"But maybe you've been a very bad boy," she continued. "So God forbids it."

"Burn!" Cameron snickered behind Shawn.

"Cameron! Shut up!" He snapped. Then he smiled at Chloe - in a flirting way, I must say. "Chloe, fancy seeing you here! Miss me?"

"I wasn't exactly expecting to see you. At. All," she shrugged. Then she grabbed me by the wrist. "Now, if you'll excuse us, gentlemen."

And, just like that, I was saved from Shawn, leaving him with an embarrassed look on his face, and, me, well, walking with an angel.

"Good looks doesn't always mean they're good, ei?" She started, chuckling, as she let go of me.

Oh, shit, she's talking to me. What do I do?

"You okay, Luke?" She asked, curiously.

Damn. How does she know who i am?

"Err," I started, finding my own voice as if I actually forgot how to speak. "Yeah... I'm... I'm okay. Thanks. You... ummm... you know me?"

"Yeah," she said slowly. Then she giggled. "You're Jack's brother, right? That cute little boy who always chase him around."

Wait. Did she just said cute? Me? Slap me, I must be dreaming.

"Yeah, that," I shook my head, chuckling. Of course, she and my brother were friends. I let out a loud sigh before I continued. "Why are you here anyway? How's college?"

"Its okay. Sem starts next week," she said as we continued walking through the hallway, pushing passed the students who were looking either for their friends or locker. On the left, about five lockers away, stood Michael, who was grinning at me --- more like an idiot.

I'm sure he's going to tease me big time.

Great! Saved from the bullies, bullied by best friends.

"Mom left some papers. Just dropping them off," she said. Yeah, Chloe's mum is the school dean.

"Hey, Chloe," Michael greeted as we stopped in front of him.

"What's up, Mikey?" She smiled at him. They're family friends, sorta. "You should have seen mum after the game! But you're good! Really entertaining!" [A/N: Remember Mikey was the game commentator on My Bestfriend's Lover? That was what Chloe was talking about! And Ms. Sue is her mum!]

"You know me," he said proudly, winking at her.

"Well, I'll leave you two here. See you around," she finally said before heading off.

"So," Michael started, elbowing me softly.

"So what?" I asked innocently. Chuckling, I continued, changing the subject before it can even begin. "Seen my girl? She's not answering my calls."

"Your girl? Oh, you mean Ch---"

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes, laughing. "You know what I mean. Why are you here early anyway? Very unusual."

"Yeah, about that," he said slowly, as if he's doubting about telling me something. He pointed beside him where a brunette girl stood, putting in her books inside her locker.

And, as if on cue, she closed her locker, turning around to face us and revealing her purple dyed bangs.

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A/N: Saw the two songs reference back there?!

That's all. I have nothing to say ATM. I should keep my mouth shut before I even say something and be a badass spoiler! :-)