{punk rock jock}
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Last published Tue, Nov 26, 2013
i never questioned the fact that {jack saunders} and i had nothing in common. i barely even thought about it, except for when i was bored during history and was thinking about popularity in general. it was always just there, acting like nothing could shake it. but when i heard {jack} singing along to 'welcome to the black parade' (one of my chemical romance's greatest songs) after school one day, i knew that {he} was just what my (failing) punk-rock band needed. but {jack} valued {his} position on the top rung of hillview comprehensive's social ladder, and persuading {him} could be impossible... unless we could revamp the rules of popularity and turn {jack} into a punk rock jock...
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When I talked to him for the first time, everything changed. He told me he was going to rule the world. His daily life consists of building robots and fighting warriors over ancient weapons. He's partnered with a witch that's decades old. He loves pudding, heavy metal, jet planes, and punk rock. He doesn't have any friends, never had a girlfriend, and I'm the first person ever allowed in his house. His robots are programmed to put me in highest priority, his cousin recognizes me, and his father writes about me in his letters. His eyes remind me of hot flames and if I stare at them too long my whole body burns. I don't know exactly who Jack Spicer is, but I know I want him. I want to know him, I want to help him, and I want to know what I am to him. I don't want any other girls in the picture, I don't want any partners in crime-- I want Jack, and I want him all to myself.
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