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"You didn't actually tell me why you didn't come to school these past three weeks"  I ask the brown haired girl as she shifted uncomfortably under my stare.

Rachel sigh in defeat "You're not gonna let go of it, aren't you?" she mutter in slight-agony. I give her an obvious 'yes' as a stare. "But not until you tell me why are you here. Face it Kian, we've never talk to each since high school started three years ago and now, just when we are a senior , you suddenly talk. Why?" her eyes shine in sadness and disappointment.

I gulp and suddenly feel very guilty than I was before. "We're all worried about you, Rach. I just want to check up on you" I stated truthfully.

Rachel let out a huff and kept in silence for the next minute or so. "Now aren't you gonna tell the reason why you didn't come to school these past three weeks?" I spoke up siting straight up and eye her as she avoid my eye contact. She seemed uneased about my question and I decided it's not my story to tell and not force her out of it. That's just rude.

I awkwardly cleared my throat and watch as the silence go by for another few minutes. That's enough time for me to look around her room. Her room seems to be a typical teen room with a twin size bed she's siting on with a desk, a bunch of picture frames, a chest of drawers and a warbrobe.

Although, I notice the color of the walls changed since the last time I came over which was like, a few years ago. It's now in a shade of light pink.

"You know, I'm kind of surprised that you came here" Rachel mention as she took a glance at me. "Why is that? I always come over when we were little. I mean, beside the fact that we kind of drifted when high school started" I said eyeing her laptop where a couple of Google Chrome tabs are open to various sites like Tumblr, Pinterest, and Twitter.

Rachel giggle "Stop feeling guilty. I can sense your aura" she jokes. I can't help but give out a grin. At least she's not one of those depressed teens who stayed online and not know how to take or give a simple joke.

"I'm just surprised because we are in a complete different social bubbles. You're the famous Kian who is the captain of the soccer team and the future valedictorian while I am the outcast. The girl who just awkwardly observe everyone else at school with her headphones on. I don't expect you here nor talking to me. Sometimes, just because I don't have a high stat, those who does use their status against me" she explain.

"I even listen to this song that resembles my feeling towards the high stats" Rachel immedieatly minimize the Google Chrome tabs before switching into her music files and click on one of the songs she told me about.

"Back at school they all thought I was an outcast, car crash.

'A hopeless fool', they said to me "

The song started as a punk-rock guitar solo then goes on the first line and verse then obviously into the chorus.

"What was I thinking?

Everyone sees it.

It's not a secret that I'm just reject"

"Did I do that to you? I didn't make you feel like a reject. Right?" my voice cracks as I ask those unexplainable question. Rachel shrug and shook her head. "I don't think so. I know you're still the same just maybe a little more popular than middle school" she reasoned out.

I'm not sure if she's saying the truth or she's just trying to not hurt my feelings.

"Did Payton ever did?" I found myself asking her about whether or not my ex-girlfriend torment her. Payton has been my girlfriend since thr end of freshman year until a few months ago which makes us almost a two year old couple. She's a pretty chill girl and she's not your average stereotype cheerleader.

"Well, once" my childhood best friend manage to squeak out. I rub my forehead in frustration imagining the way my ex would torment anyone and everyone -girls- that comes my way.

"I'm sorry about that" I said standing up walking around her room. "It's okay" she smile willingly. That's what I miss about having her around. She never hold any type of grudge or unreasonable jealousy.

"So you said you always say that you always figured out the meaning of the songs. What's the meaning of this song? I mean, besides the obvious. Rejection from society" I ask as I stare at lined up picture frames on her chest of drawers.

It goes from when Rachel was a few months old until a few years ago. Me being her neighbor for, like, ever is why I'm almost in every outdoor picture sitting on her chest of drawers. We were loving nature when we were young, still am for me, but Rachel? She became a very quiet person and cooped away when we reached the end of middle school. Nobody dared to ask her why she suddenly hate outdoors. Not even me.

There is a picure of Rachel and I in her fifth birthday party out in my backyard. I can specifically remember the huge swing set that I had. There is a picture of when we went to the beach and eat Baskin Robins. I still remember how she never share her favorite ice cream, strawberry cheesecake.

My favorite out of all of them got to be one of the few last pictures on here. It's a few weeks before high school starts and we were enjoying each other's company. I have my arms around her shoulder as she grin into the camera us both wearing awful heart shaped sunglasses and snapbacks that my cousin bought us earlier that day.

How can we be that inseparable kids and then be awkward and drifted as a teen?

Someone cleared their throat as I found myself staring at the picture I just describe. "Did you listen to anything that I said?" she emphasize anything.

My cheeks heat up in embarrassment and put down the sea shelled picture frame. If any of my guy friends are here they totally teased me about 'being a chick' and blushing.

For your record, chicks dig guys who blush. At least that's what I think. No? well okay.

"What were you saying again?" I ask as I sit on the edge of her bed and now she's the one who stroll around her own room.

"I don't know, I'm kind of tired" she joke laying down on her bed stretching her legs like my cat, Ginger would. "Please?" I fake pout knowing that my pouts are irresistible. Or at least that's what my three exes said. Okay, my ego just took over for a seconds there.

She laugh humorously and sat back up turning her focus on me.

"I said, this is the kind of song people like me can relate to. We aren't popular. We aren't known. We don't even have a high status in school. Sometimes we rebelled and mess around just to get others' attention but some people just don't give a damn about us."

After a faintful pause she continue, "Even after all the looks, stares, taunt, tease I get, I ended up hating attention and not care. Long story short, people like me ended up not giving a flying fuck either because we realize we're nothing but a reject from society and just be in our own world"

She sigh and shook her head chuckling a bit. "This song is pretty straight foward so you probably figured out the meaning behind it before I even tell you"