Her name is Laken Quinn. She goes by Lake or Quinn or just Q.
Every single day she is a different person depending on her apparel. She could look badass, preppy, casual, sophisticated, revealing, modest, the list goes on.
She wears huge black rimmed glasses, has shoulder length dark brown curly hair, pale, bright green eyes, and freckles everywhere. She is 5'2 and gets in fights often; she is strong, built, but curvy, and skinny.
She is a daredevil. Always getting in trouble. Detentions at least two times a week. Suspended five times. Some people say she's going to jail before she's 40 others say she'll die by the time she's 28.
I was new to Seton Hill High School. My name is Liam Oliver Grayson. My friends call me Oliver, everyone else calls me Liam the loser or just Liam.
I have light brown hair, grown out but not covering my eyes, it hangs on my forehead in loose curls. I have eyes that are such a dark blue you almost think I have black eyes. I am pale, I'm too skinny, I have long fingers and legs. I'm 6'4 and have huge feet too.
I am a freak. I bite my nails and have
A+'s in every class. I play the ukulele, guitar, bass, drums, and piano. I suck at singing. I moved to Seton Hill, Wyoming from Maine.
I wear t-shirts a lot and don't like pizza. I hang out with the other outcasts in my grade. I smoke sometimes and write a lot. I wear a pair of prescription glasses—which I don't even need, I have 20/20 vision—with certain outfits.
It was a Friday in gym. Which meant I had gotten hit with too many dodge balls to count. Suddenly, Laken Quinn bursts in the locker room. She stomped her way through the locker room I covered myself up as if I had breasts. All the boys whistled and cat called her. She just kept walking. She stepped into the coaches office and everyone gathered outside to see what 'the great lake' was up to now. Everyone but me.
I put on my clothes and heard the screaming. Something about not being able to join the football team and how it's sexist and completely utterly a 'dick-fucking-hole' move.
Then I hear the door open, no one moves, her black boot heels click on the one by one inch tiles. She gets to the last aisle, mine, when she stops and puffs.
I pull my shirt on and grab my clothes looking away.
"Didn't want to catch the drama?" She says sarcastically to me.
"I don't really care for it." I look at her my cheeks are burning.
She looks almost offended and walks out slamming the door open banging it into the wall where it leaves a gaping hole.
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By the time I get to lunch everyone knows about Quinn walking into the boys locker room. What they don't know is how she talked to Liam the loser. I sit down with my lunch tray. Though this school is so small, they have a too full cafeteria and the only kids that sit outside are my friends and I.
I have two friends. Which is better than how many friends I had in Maine.
Friend count in Maine: 0
Friend count in Wyoming: 2
Jessica Walters or now Jessie Walters, is a transgender boy. He has bad acne and shaved his head and wearing baggy boy clothes. He has glasses that make his eyes look magnified beneath the lenses. He reads comic books all the time and has a fantasy relationship with Wonder Woman. Which he later figured out was a lesbian then changed his fantasy relationship to the Hulk.
My other friend is Ferguson Murphy. Or Gus. He is overweight and short for a guy, like 5'5. He has shoulder length blond hair that gets frizzy. He has braces and eats both his lunch and most of mine. His voice is high and squeaky. He goes to parties a lot and gets drunk or stoned or both. His parents are super Catholic.
