Chapter Two

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*Your P.O.V.*

I was eating lunch with some of the girls when Bebe and Wendy came up to the table bitching about something.

"I just can't believe that he went back down that route yet again," Wendy told Bebe.

"What happened?" Red shamelessly asked.

 "It's Stan.  I broke up with him, and he went running to the Goth's again," Wendy explained.

"Oh how pathetic," Red commented.

"The Goths?" I questioned.

"Oh my God," Bebe started, "the Goths are this lame outcast group that wears all black and sits behind the school to smoke cigarettes."

Wears all black... like that guy I ran into.  

"We don't associate with them," Lola added.

Why not though?

"Looks like Stan's just committing social suicide again to grab school attention," Wendy rolled her eyes.

They can't be that bad.  No one is bad enough to be considered social suicide.

The bell rang dismissing us for class.  I quickly got up and made my way to the back side of the school to see this so called 'social suicide' group.  Once I was back there, I opened the door (rather dramatically might I add) just to find no one back there.

Maybe I have the wrong door?

I couldn't have though.  From what I knew this was the back of the school-

"What are you doing back here?" a disinterested voice asked.

I looked behind the door to see the male that I had to chase down earlier.  

"You...who even are you?" I asked.

He let out a chuckle, "Yeah, because a conformist like you care to know about me."

"I do actually," I narrowed my eyes.

He paused before he rolled his eyes, "My name is Michael."

"I'm (Y/N)," I replied.

"Yes, because I asked," he commented.  "Why are you here?"

"I came to see the Goths? and a guy named Stan....I think," I answered.

Again, the male let out an ironic chuckle, "Of course, a girl like you is looking for Marsh."

"A girl like me?" I repeated to myself, almost insulted.

"You are too late.  Stan is gone, and Raven is back.  So why don't you take your Brittany wannabe ass and leave," he suggested.

Now I knew I was offended.  

Brittany wannabe...

"Oh fuck off," I snarled before walking back into the school.

Oh fuck off?  Really (Y/N)? That's the best you had?

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