My Bestfriend's Lover Sequel: He Doesn't Know

Part Three: The Labels

So, you've heard of the freak club - 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's an actual word - and post videos on YouTube. It's something that they don't like - they make fun of us because of that.

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 me and the gang secretly calls them the wannabes.

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 lit 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. Next to them usually sat the faggots. Well, it was Shawn's idea to call them that. They're exchange students from UK and Ireland. They are quite funny and nice. They're not here right now though, I wonder if they've went back home. Next 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'm not sure why but they do scare me sometimes. 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.

"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 thing, 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 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 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. "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.

"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 laughed. "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, laughing. 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?"

"It's 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 - like an idiot.

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

Great!

"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. "You should have seen mum after the game! But you're good! Really entertaining!" [A/N: Remember Mikey was the game commentator during the game on My Bestfriend's Lover? That was what Chloe was talking about! And Ms. Sue, or should I say Mrs. 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 in doubt to tell 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.