I'm the pretty girl's friend. The one who's always second. I'm boring, weird, and just out of the ordinary. But there's this guy at school. I think I like him, but he doesn't like me. My friends don't like him because he hangs out with the junkies, but doesn't actually do drugs himself. Is he really going to be good for me, or just ruin my life more than I'm ever going to think?