It Would Be My Guilty Pleasure

This is it. This is the End

     "Sorry guys, no time to stop at Cherry's." My stomach grumbled just at the thought. The general atmosphere of the car seemed to immediately plummet. Cherry's Diner was where we ate breakfast every morning. Us four were they're best customers. Tristan opened his mouth to complain, but was shut up with a look from Liam. We had to stay strong for Presley's sake. She caught the gesture anyways.

"I'm really sorry guys." She groaned, landing in a face palm.

"Nah, it's fine Pres. Really. Tristan's just an idiot." Liam replied, flashing her a sympathetic smile. Tristin furrowed his eyebrows.

"Am Not!" I sighed and generated a different breakfast plan, trying to avoid the oncoming argument of Tristan's sanity.

"How about we stop somewhere for takeout instead." I suggested. "We can just eat in the car." We all nodded at that.

"Any ideas Pres?" Liam asked. She thought for a second before offering

"McDonald's is right on course."

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We arrived at school and walked towards the front doors together.

"Oh no." Tristan warned. "Goons on the left." We all groaned and picked up our pace. The "goons" were the so-called jocks of our school. You know the ones. The heart-throbs that pick on anyone that they view as less than. And lucky us, they just happen to have an odd obsession with the four of us.

"Hey guys! Wait up!" One of them called. Liam clenched his fists.

"I swear one day I'm gonna kill 'em." We all kept walking, our heads down and lips pressed together tightly. The four of us weren't incredibly popular, but we were definitely known. Our reputation varied on who you talked to. The only thing that all of the descriptions had in common was that the four of us were tight and stubborn, we tried to stay in our own little world.

"Hey! Nerd! I know you can hear me!" I tilted my head back, praying for some kind of help. Nerd was me. I have a habit of enjoying to read and write. I also get pretty decent marks on my report card. God forbid that a person with priorities gets a little peace every now and then. One of the goons runs up next to me. "Hey Tess." He beams, slinging his arm around my shoulders. I tried and failed to shrug it off.

"Let go of me Trevor."

"Oh come on, lighten up a little." He just pulls me closer and pinches my cheek. "A pretty girl like you looks even better with a smile." I try to pull away but his grip just tightens more. Liam pulls him off of me by the collar of his sports jacket.

"Hey man! Back off!" Trevor stumbles backwards a little bit and chuckles.

"Relax Stiff! I didn't do anything wrong!" Stiff. That would be Liam. He cringed at the name. Everyone... meet Trevor Hilter. Head of the goons, and a burden to all of mankind. Well... to all except his fellow goons and other people blinded by his charm. So Trevor Hilter is a burden to all of mankind minus three fourths of my high school. But for some reason he chooses the one fourth of our population to bother. Another one of them slinks next to Presley.

"Morning sweetheart." She pulls her arms closer to her chest and mumbles something to the goon. A third one pushes his way past Tristan, trapping Presley from the rest of us. "Whoa Pres, I'm just trying to be friendly."

"No you're not!" Tristan countered, trying to push them away from her.

"Yeah calm down, she doesn't want to talk to you." Out of all the people there, it was Trevor who said this. He took his goon's place and twirled a strand of Presley's hair in his finger. She tried to pull her head away. "I'm sorry baby. Are you doing anything tonight?" The other goons slipped between us, blocking the guys and I out.