"Can I sit with you?" Jake asked me with a crooked smile. Why? He looked pretty comfy sitting at the table with the coolest people in school. Maybe he realized how horrible the popular crowd really are. Part of me wanted to turn him away, but then I would to blend back in with the background, and now the guy who's barely been here a day and is instantly wants to talk to me. I'd have to admit I'm almost flattered, but I refuse to go through this again. But he's so cute... Shut up! That's what you said last time! But this one is different than them. Did I just have a conversation with myself? God, I really am strange... He's still looking at me with that goofy smirk. How long has he been standing there? Have I been thinking to myself this entire time? Say something! Will Jake and Max ever get along, or will they hate each other for the rest of their academic lives? Read to find out.