Saturday.

It's the day of all days. The day after the excruciating five days of school, and before the day that will start all over those five days. On Saturday, I'm able to stay trapped in my room for the whole day. To be safe from the laughter, the insults, the bruises. I don't have to see anyone in school, even in the internet because I'm not stupid enough to make an account on things like Facebook or Twitter just for people to cyber bully me too. Even when I have to do projects with a partner over weekend because its mandatory, I end up doing everything by myself and my partner will get the credit. So even if my Saturday has something to do with school, it's not.

Until this Saturday.

I played the piece of paper in my hands. Fiddling with it between my fingers. Tempted to tear it to shreds. Yeah, I have no idea why I started to do these alliterations. I have no idea why I'm so worried, so threatened about this thing. It's only just a scrap of paper, probably taken from a the blank paper in the printers in class. With only a message scribbled on it, a one sentence message. Signed by the three different people in three different types of handwriting of none other than the Three Musketeers.

The Three Musketeers is a book written by Alexandre Dumas. Setting in Paris, France in the 1800s, it's about a guy called d'Artangan and his adventures with the Musketeers of the Guard: Athos, Porthos and Aramis. Ironically, the book isn't about the three musketeers, just the main character becoming one although he doesn't.

But I'm not talking about those three musketeers, I'm talking about the Three Musketeers. The title three baddest boys in Dartwell High: Bennett Frazier, Jordan Wallace, and Declan Lynch. They're all in senior year like me, but not always have been.

Just at the start of school last week, they just... appeared. No one knows where they came from or who they are. All we know is last year they weren't here, and this year they are. But what came with their sudden appearance was their reputation. No ones knows if its true, but the rumors traveled like wildfire. All three of them are in a gang. They have a criminal record, they're rich, they're on parole, dealt with drugs, used guns and knives. They've all have their own history, their own reputation but met each other and joined forces. These are only a handful of rumors I overheard when people are too busy gossiping than bullying me. But one thing is true, what came with their reputation was their titles, the Three Musketeers. One might not take their name seriously, obviously someone like me, but with the rumors spinning around them would change that person's mind.

But I never bothered to even glance them. I didn't care about the rumors I heard. For some reason, they didn't bully me like the rest of the school did. Maybe they didn't think I was even worth it. But as long as they don't bully me and pretend I don't exist, I do just the same.

But the question on my mind: What do the Three Musketeers want with Nerdy Naomi?

Yesterday, Friday, was the first time I met them in person. The first time I actually talked to them. I crashed into Bennett in the hall and told him off. Jordan became my partner in chemistry then ditched him after class. Then I teamed up with Declan in soccer, then told him to go away when he defended me. That's all I did, and I got this note in return. A note that tells me to meet with them in Starbucks at noon.

I slumped on my chair, looking at the ceiling. What should I do? Should I stay or should I go? I was silent for a moment, before I grabbed the stereo remote and pressed play. "Should I Stay or Should I Go" by The Clash started to play in the background.

So what was I thinking? Oh right.

Let me lay out the situation: Three bad boys want to meet up with the most unpopular, nerdy girl in school for a cup of coffee. Wow, that does not sound bad at all. I could be walking into a trap. They could be teaming up with Raymond and just waiting for me at Starbucks. They are at the top of the food chain, while I'm plankton. Why would they want to meet up someone like me, when I could just lower their status just standing next to them? So the safe thing to do is to not go. To be here in the safety of my home out of harm's way.

But what if it isn't a trick? What if they actually want to talk to me? What if they are waiting for me right now, sitting on a table in Starbucks as they sip coffee? If that really is true, what happens when I don't show up, when they find out I stood them up?

Facing the wrath of the Three Musketeers. If the rumors are really true... Their bullying would be ten times worse than the bullying I've gotten over the past years. Combined. Imagine, every time I get bullied by one of them, I bump into the next, then the next. I'll be like a pinball!

I shuddered at the thought. "Oh my-"

I fell backwards on my chair onto the floor. I glanced at the digital clock on my dresser. Almost half an hour to noon. That's only 30 minutes. I jumped to my feet and raced around my room. I pulled a shirt over my head, and slipped on some skinny jeans. I hopped on one foot at I slipped on each shoe. Then I grabbed my phone, wallet, and keys. And just when I was about to leave my bedroom, I hesitated. I made up my mind and went back to grab some pepper spray then left.

"Mom, dad, I'm going out," I called out.

I heard a plate crash on the ground. I jumped at the sound and went into the kitchen to investigate. I saw my mom on the floor, picking up the broken pieces of a plate, with my dad was helping her out.

"Hey, what happened?"

My mom, Marisa, chuckled and looked up with my dad, Hank. I was always glad that they were off on the weekends like me.

"Oh don't worry dear," she assured me. "I just thought I misheard you and say you're going out."

"I am."

She dropped the broken pieces on the floor again.

I don't blame her, I don't believe what I'm saying either. Every Saturday of my life was spent locked in my room, doing projects or reading as I listen to music. Then all of a sudden I came out of my lair and announced I was going out.

"W-well I hope you have fun," my dad said.

"Thanks."

"And be sure to call us if you're going to be late," my mom warned.

"Sure."

I walked out of the kitchen, but not before I heard this-

"I just hope she won't get hurt again," my mom muttered to my dad.

My parents don't know the bullying I go though everyday. All they know is that I put my education before me, and that I don't socialize with the other kids the way most kids do. They don't know that I get insulted by my faults, laughed at and stared. To even go far as to get physically hurt every route I take to my next class, and I'll do everything I can to keep it that way. All of those bruises and coming back home late at night, all of those lies and stories will be all for nothing. Adults will only make things worst if they found out. If my parents find out what I go through, it'll break them. Not only that I hid the fact from them for so long, but how they can be so oblivious to see their daughter suffering all of this, I didn't want to do that to them.

My shoulders slumped. "Yeah, me too."

-

Starbucks was only a couple of blocks away from my neighborhood. So it was only a ten minutes jog with a couple of jaywalking when no one's looking. I entered the building. The room was filled with the smell of coffee and people deep in conversation. And instantly I got the Starbucks's greeting.

"Welcome to Star- Oh, nevermind. It's her."

It's not a surprise that I would be recognized outside of school. The kids from my school automatically looked up and wore the same look of disgust at the sight of me.

"Wow, it's like they rehearse this," I muttered to myself.

I lined up to order some coffee, and magically everyone left the line and scattered, just like the lines from lunch. I swear, my person repellent is very effective. I walked up to the counter, where the barista was waiting for me with his arms crossed.

"Whaddya want?" The guy demanded.

"Harvey, if you won't be nice to the customers, I'll put you back on toilet duty," the manager growled to him.

Harvey clenched his fists. "Yes sir." Then he looked back at me. "What would you like today?" He asked forcefully in a polite manner.

"Caramel macchiato," I snarled.

"And that would be for... Oh right, Nerdy Naomi."

I shoved the money onto his hand. Then I held out a dollar in front of him, and had it dangle on top of the tip cup. His eyes were on the money the whole time.

"Well look at that, I have an extra dollar to spare for tips," I mused.

I dropped it towards the cup, but in the last minute I grabbed it in the air and put it in my pocket.

"Oh wait, that's only for people who actually deserve it."

"You are so lucky my manager is right behind me," Harvey threatened. "But just wait at school, I'll get you-"

"Harvey..." His manager said, his arms crossed and he glared right at Harvey.

He gulped. "Y-yes sir?"

"What did I tell you about treating the customers?" His manager demanded.

"It was her! She was the one!"

I pouted innocently, batting my eyes. "All I want is this Starbucks's delicious caramel macchiato that I can get top quality in this Starbucks only because of it's great customer service. But then he was treating me so badly to poor me. The last thing I want is to go to another Starbucks because of some rude guy like him..."

"Oh, you poor sweetheart!" The manager cooed.

Harvey's jaw dropped. "Wha-?"

The manager shoved him away, making Harvey stagger back, almost falling backwards. "I apologize for this bonehead's rudeness. Please don't leave this Starbucks because of someone like him. Here let me make it up to you-" He handed me my money back "-You don't have to pay and I'll give you a free twenty dollar Starbucks gift card," He said as he also handed me a card.

I gasped. "Oh, you shouldn't have."

"No, it's the least I could do." He glared at Harvey. "I'll deal with this one later. Thank you for coming to Starbucks, and I hope you come back again."

I smiled sweetly. "Oh, I will." I eyed Harvey. "I really will."

The manager handed me my caramel macchiato he made himself. And I gave him a two dollar tip right in front of Harvey, and walked away. Well then, I think I'll never go to this Starbucks again. This is my third Starbucks now.

I found an empty table in a secluded corner at the other side of the room. Then I looked at the dangerous journey I will have to take to get there, and sighed. Here it goes. I began to walk towards the table. I veered away people when I can, and hopped over the stray foots in my path. A guy pretended to trip and was going to crash right into me. But just in time I ducked and he crashed on the floor in a puddle of his own drink.

I frowned and looked at the people around me. "Careful, there's a mess," I said before adding, "Plus that drink spill."

Then I turned on my heel and sat on my table. I began to sip on my drink, my eyes scanning the room. Everyone glanced at me time to time, some just stared at they talked to their friends, probably stuff about me. I ignored them, I go through this stuff everyday at school, I don't need this on my Saturday. I looked around the room some more, but I couldn't see them.

Did I go to the wrong Starbucks? This is the Starbucks nearest to this school, and the most popular one kids meet up. I learned that fact the hard way when I went into this Starbucks to find all the popular kids in my school with hot and cold drinks in their hands.

I walked away empty handed that day.

But if I did go to the wrong Starbucks, and they were waiting in a different one. They might think I stood them up and the whole thing will start all over again.

I put my head on the table. I could always tell them this as an excuse. I have waited all day in Starbucks waiting for them, and we must have met up in the wrong Starbucks. They have to cut me some slack and not bully me for at least a week for meeting them in the wrong Starbucks. Plus it's their fault that they didn't put an address in the note, just the name and the time. They probably did this to sound mysterious to scare me. Well, it just made them sound stupid and laughable.

People came and left the Starbucks. Kids would "accidentally" bumped into my table to try to spill my drink, but I lifted it every time just in time. I looked at the clock as it turned every second, every minute. It's one o'clock now, I've been here for more than half an hour. How long am I willing to stay here for my life? How long will I sit here alone with my second drink. I used my gift card which made the manager happy, but not Harvey. I took a long sip of my drink and sighed. I've been stood up, pranked, fooled. I fell for another fake meet up. They're probably laughing at me right now, how they made fun of Nerdy Naomi.

"Nothing will ever change." I mumbled to myself. "It'll always be like this, alw-"

The door burst open and two figures walked in. Everyone immediately turned towards the direction. Eyes widened, jaws dropped, sweat ran down people's faces. Someone in surprise even had their drink slip out of their hands just when they got it from the counter. People began to whisper to each other, some pointing or at least motioning.

"I can't believe it."

"It's them."

"We gotta get out of here."

But I was the one who had enough guts to say it. "It's the Three Musketeers."

Well, two of the three.

Jordan Wallace smirked at the looks he was getting. He shrugged his leather jacket on top of a shirt of some band I don't recognize. He flipped his bangs of dirty blond hair, as his green mischievous eyes sparkled. He winked at some girl, and she instantly fainted.

Declan Lynch was right beside him and he looked like he felt the total opposite. His hands were in the pockets of his black jeans that were slightly sagging. His muscles were bulging under a gray customized basketball jersey he wore with a camo jacket over it. His brown eyes kept on fidgeting back and forth to the floor, Jordan and the people around him. But every eye he met, his gaze hardened and the person automatically turned away defeated. His short brown hair glistened with sweat, as if he was playing some sport before he came here.

Jordan grinned. "See, I told you I was gonna get here first."

"Shut up," Declan growled.

He ruffled brown Declan's hair, making him shake his head in annoyance. "You're just jealous, slowpoke."

"As if," he retorted. "You got a head start."

"Yeah, yeah," Jordan said, rolling his eyes. "Keep the excuses coming."

"Let's just wait for Bent, we ditched him a couple blocks back," Declan muttered, glancing back at the door.

Jordan frowned, which for some reason looked weird on him. "We should've parked the car closer, but he said he wanted to walk. And I thought he was the lazy ass."

"Who're you calling a lazy ass?" A voice asked as the front door opened.

A couple of kids gulped. The last of the three has arrived.

Bennett Frazier walked at his own pace between his two friends. His bangs hung over his icy blue eyes, to try to hide its intimidation. His face wore a bored, blank expression like he rather die than be here. His hands were in his one pocket black hoodie, and his black hair had a blue beanie over it. A chain looped at the side of his jeans jingled which happened to be the only sound in the room. Out of the other two, he seemed to be the only one who slouched.

Jordan rolled his eyes. "Who else? You're the one enjoying the view and smelling the flowers."

Bennett glared at Jordan. "You're the one who just ran off and left me."

Declan sighed. "Can we just get something to drink?"

"Fine," Bennett said with a shrug.

The three of them walked up to the counter, the whole line had vanished just like what happened to me. But the people did it out of fear instead of disgust. Huge difference.

Harvey, the barista, was cowering in fear at the three. "W-welcome to S-Stat, I mean, Starbucks," He stuttered. "M-may I take your order?"

"Damn," Jordan mused, leaning over the counter to study Harvey. "You got a stuttering problem or somethin'?"

"N-no, I mean-" Harvey cleared his throat. "No."

"Could've fooled me," Jordan said with a shrug.

"I'll get a chocolate frappe," Bennett ordered.

"I want a vanilla bean frappaccino," Jordan asked, eagerly.

"And I'll have a strawberry smoothie." Declan said to him.

"S-strawberry?" Harvey choked.

Declan laughed. "Why?" Then he glared at Harvey, turning all serious. "You got a problem with that?"

"N-no, of course not."

"All grande," the three of them said in unison.

"Of course," Harvey muttered.

I had this small feeling Harvey wet himself when his manager looked at the floor.

"Someone's going back to toilet duty," the manager mumbled, shaking his head.

Bennett held out a credit card, and payed for the drinks. In only seconds, they got their drinks. Either Starbucks somehow got this time machine, or the whole staff stopped what they were doing just to fill those three orders. Jordan grabbed three straws and chucked it to Declan and Bennett. Declan caught it just when it was about to hit the floor, and gave Jordan the finger. Bennett easily caught it in mid air, and ripped it to take a sip of their drink.

"So, you think she's here?" Jordan asked.

Well, that settles it. I'm going to die.

Bennett glanced the clock. "It's way past noon."

"Well, it's this idiot's fault," Declan said, motioning to Jordan. "He's the one who taking so long in the bathroom."

"I needed to pee," Jordan whined. "If you gotta go, then you gotta go."

"She probably left a long time ago," Bennett said.

"That sucks," Jordan mumbled.

One side of me wanted to jump and down yelling "I'm here!" But the other side of me wanted to do the whole opposite and sneak towards the bathroom then stay there for the remainder of my life. But I couldn't do anything, I was just frozen there. They were here, actually here. And they really wanted to talk to me. Not ditch me, not prank me, just talk. I just sat there dumbfounded, not knowing what to do.

"Can't blame her to think we stood her up." Bennett continued.

"You think we should find her or something?" Declan asked.

Bennett took a sip of his drink then said. "We can just talk to her at school-"

Jordan's eyes were scanning the room, one person after the other. Then his eyes landed on one person.

Me.

"Oh look, I found her."

"Who?" The whole room asked in unison.

Don't point, I begged, don't-

Jordan raised his arm and pointed right at me.

"Right there, it's Naomi. Hey guys, she's here."

"WHAT!" Everyone in the room exclaimed.

"They're kidding right?"

"Maybe it's some other Naomi."

"Is this some kind of prank?"

All three of them ignored the looks and questions and walked towards me. I looked around the room, trying to find an escape. Everyone was looking at me with a dumbfounded expression with a fusion of disgust of course. I looked at the girl's restroom, but it was blocked by a whole group of people.

"Hey Naomi," Jordan sang.

"There's not enough seats on the table," Declan said, avoiding my eyes.

"Let's sit over there," Bennett said, motioning with his head.

He was talking about those four leather arm chairs with a coffee table at the middle. Only a few Starbucks are setted up like this. And the chairs were the only secluded place of the room.

All three of them walked towards there, when Bennett stopped to look back at me.

"You coming?"

Obediently, I stood up from my chair and followed them. They were inches taller than me, but it felt like they were towering over me. I felt like a shrimp compared to them, a defenseless shrimp. My eyes were on the ground, knowing the glares and stares I was receiving from the room. There were already some people already sitting on the couches.

Declan ordered. "Get up."

All of them, even a grown man, stood up and walked away. The chairs were positions so three of them were on one side, while there was one on the other. I obviously sat on the separate chair, while the guys sat at the other three: Declan, Jordan, and Bennett. Bennett shuffled in his chair, also noticing the stares we were getting. He motioned for the manager to come, which he did.

"Yes?" The manager asked, politely.

"I'll give you 200 bucks if you make everyone, including the staff to leave the Starbucks for an hour."

The manager did a double take. "W-what?"

"We won't steal anything if that's what you're thinking," Jordan assured, though the look on his face said otherwise.

"We just want to talk in privacy," Declan explained.

"I don't know if I can..."

"I'll double it," Bennett offered, unfazed.

"I-I..."

"By the way my name's Frazier, does that ring any bells?"

The manager stiffened at the name and nodded eagerly. "Of course, sir. I'll do as you may."

"Thanks." He tossed him some money in a clip. "I'll give you the other half when our hour's up."

"Thank you, sir. Will do, sir." He then turned to everyone in the room.

"I'm sorry everyone, but if you may, could you all exit the store. We're temporarily closing for only an hour. Sorry for the inconvenience."

Everyone obeyed and shuffled out of the door, but not before taking a couple of pictures of the scene. The manager went into both bathrooms to bring out people in them. In minutes, the whole room was emptied out with only the four of us. If you listened carefully you could hear a cricket chirping.

How convenient, I thought dryly. No witnesses.

"Sorry for making you wait," Jordan apologize.

I took a sip of my drink, don't do it Naomi. Don't say it. Hold your tongue. Ah, too late.

"Yeah, waiting an hour is fine with me," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Jordan grinned. "See? This girl's got fire. I like it."

I rolled my eyes, but didn't reply.

"You're probably wondering why we asked you to be here."

"Badly," I told Bennett.

"I wonder if she's always like this," Bennett asked the guys.

"Always," I answered for them. "So what do you want? Homework? Punching bag? Step right up."

Declan blinked. "What?"

I sighed. "That must be the reason you wanted to meet up with me right? You want me to do your homework, that'll cost you one week of not bullying me. Straight, I might add, not one day then another a week later. If you're mad at me and want your own personal punching bag for an hour, that'll cost you one month."

Jordan leaned towards Bennett and stage-whispered. "I'm scared. What's she talking about?"

"I should be the one who's scared!" I exclaimed. "You three just all of a sudden want to meet up with me, Nerdy Naomi. If I didn't have my dignity unlike that Harvey guy, I would have pissed myself and ran away."

"I don't know how to reply to that," Declan said.

"Well let me fill you in then," I told them, standing up from the chair. "I'm Naomi Lorraine, more commonly known as Nerdy Naomi. I've been called like that since elementary. I'm just a normal girl who does nothing but go to school. I like to read a lot because I enjoy it. I wear glasses only in class because I need it. I do all my school work and get all A's because I want to finish school. I don't try to be all fashionable because I don't see what's the use of changing your appearance every day for society. It's because of all of this I'm somehow bullied, having taken punches, kicks, slaps, and insults my whole life, I've got the scars to prove it."

All three of them were watching me wide eyed. Jordan was in mid sip to his drink, but paused. I walked over to the windows and opened the shutters to revealed a bunch of kids looking in. Instantly everyone started to take pictures and talk with their friends.

"I'm the school outcast, I'm invisible when they let me, but sometimes I'm not. Whenever I'm seen, I'm hurt and I let it happen. Sometimes they'll give me a chance to do their homework so one less person will stop hurting me, not like it makes much of a difference. I've let this happen to me every day, every month, every year. And then you come along and make a huge show on wanting to talk to me," I pointed at the people behind me. "And now you guys just made it a hundred times worst. Now thanks to you guys, the pain, the insults will now be a worst, way worst. I don't care if you guys will bully me now, just plus three won't matter. When Monday comes, I'll be a walking punching bag now." I closed the shutters.

I glared at them. "So thanks, thanks so much for making my life much better." I started to walk towards the front door, preparing for what will happen when I come out when-

"Wait!"

I turned. "What?"

"J-just hear us out, okay?" Jordan asked.

I blinked and my voice got quieter. "What?"

They were looking at me with... not with disgust. I see a hint of pity, but something else.

"Just sit down and listen," Jordan said. "Please."

I got quiet for a moment and looked towards the door. My hand hesitated at the door handle put I let it hand by my side. I sighed and walked towards them, sitting back down on my chair.

"Fine."

Jordan sighed with relief and sat back down. "Cool." He looked at Bennett. "Bent?"

Bennett sat at the edge of his seat. "From the looks of it, you know the three of us, right?"

"Duh, but go on."

"Well..." Bennett scratched his neck. "You know back at Friday, right?"

"Yeah," I said, pointing to the each of them as I said this, "I crashed into you, I ditched Jordan, and I told Declan off."

"You hurt me right here," Jordan said, pointing at his heart.

I rolled my eyes, as Bennett and Declan did the same thing.

"Well the thing is, when we first came to this school, everyone avoided us. They didn't stand up to us, heck the girls didn't even have enough guts to flirt with us," Jordan explained.

"Wow, life must be really harsh on you," I said, before adding. "Compared to me of course."

"You're the first person who actually stood up to us, smack talk us, that stuff." Declan said.

"So I'm the first person who treated you like crap. Gee, I'm honored."

"No! Damn girl, just let us finish," Jordan said.

Bennett sighed. "It's just after what Declan told us what happened..."

"Can you just get it over with!" I exclaimed.

Jordan face palmed himself. "You guys are idiots, let's just give it to her."

I stiffened. Give what to-

Bennett slipped some papers out of his pocket and calmly placed it on the coffee table. I eyed them suspiciously and picked the papers up.

"The Contract of Starbucks," I read aloud. "What is this?"

"It's a contract," Declan said bluntly.

"Yes, I could see that, captain obvious," I said, getting a snort from Jordan and a glare fro Declan. " But why?"

"It's quite simple really," Bennett told me.

"You'll be our good girl," Declan said.

Jordan smiled. "And we'll be your bad boys."

I was silent for a moment. I looked at them, at the contract, and back at them. Then I calmly put the papers back on the table. I looked at the three of them and slowly rose from my seat.

"So what you're telling me," I said, my voice raising, "is that you got me to meet up with you in Starbucks probably ruining the rest of my senior year and maybe my life, just to make a contract with me because of your lewd desires?" I exclaimed.

Bennett blinked. "Lewd?"

Jordan looked at Declan. "What's lewd? Is that a kind of food?"

"It's sexual desire," I answered.

All three of them coughed.

"No, no no!" They all denied. "It's not like that, we swear!"

I sat back down, scooted my chair back, then crossed my arms in protection just in case. "So then what?"

"It's nice having someone talk with us, okay?" Declan explained. "Other than these two."

"Sure the three of us are all we got, but it's tiring and boring how everyone is scared of us." Jordan said.

Bennett took a sip and said. "But then you came along, and I think it would be fun if we become friends."

"You want to become friends with me?" I demanded. "It actually takes a contract so we can become "friends"?" I asked them.

"Don't we all make a contract when we become friends with someone?" Jordan asked, smiling to himself. "That contract which we accept the terms and agreements to always be there for them? We're just taking this literal."

I was quiet for a moment when I asked quietly, "Is this some sort of joke?"

He shook his head. "No, we're serious."

"And I think you'd need it too." Jordan offered.

"Friends? You think I need friends? So I'm some sort of charity case? You just think, 'Aw look, there's a sad girl who gets bullied, let's go help her.' That's it, isn't it?"

"Naomi, please."

I stood up. "I had enough of this. I'm leaving." I walked towards the back door, the front door is like walking into a trap.

"You idiots, what kind of explanation is that?" Jordan exclaimed. "We wanna be friends-" he said, mocking Bennett "-way to go, Bent."

Bennett groaned. "Just shut up."

Declan pinched the bridge of his nose. "C'mon you guys, just-"

"Shut up!" I screamed.

All three of them did so.

"You guys want me to be your friends to make your lives more fun?" I asked, walking up to them, which they nodded.

"And to sort of protect me because you feel bad for me?" They nodded again.

"But why me?" I demanded. "Out of all the people of the school. Why me? There are people who are badder than me, who are more fun, who are funnier, who don't talk back to them, and don't have the ability to lower your social status just talking to them. But you chose me. Why?"

"That's the thing," Bennett said, a ghostly smile appearing on his lips. "You're nothing like those losers."

"You're stronger than them in your own way." Declan said.

"You're more fun than them in your own way," Jordan grinned.

"And you're just... you." Bennett said.

"You don't care about looks, popularity, all of that stuff," Jordan said.

"You're bullied every day of your life, but I don't see any scars on your wrists," I eyed my wrists, not once had I have the will to cut them, to add more scars among the countless of others given to me. Though the self-inflicted scars would seem nothing next to them. "You don't try to change yourself. Instead you fight them, ignore them, one way or another." Declan told me with a smile of approval.

"So sure, those reasons are true," Bennett said with a shrug. "But that reason, is the real one."

"I-I," I felt numb. "I never knew."

"It's a win-win situation," Jordan said. "You get friends and bodyguards. We'll have someone to watch out for, besides each other. We'll have some more adventures with you. We become friends with someone who's admirable, someone different. An outcast just like us."

I laughed, running my fingers through my hair, with a look of disbelief on my face.

"And you don't care who I really am?"

"Who do you think we are?" Jordan asked. "You should be asking yourself the same question."

"So what do you say? Will you be our good girl?"

Today is Saturday, something what I like to call my sacred day. Every Saturday after surviving another week of school. I lock myself in my room, reading, listening to music, finding new ways to use make up to hide my bruises and thinking up lies for my parents. It's where I can be safe from the dangers of the outside world, from school. But after Saturday is Sunday, and after Sunday is Monday. And life just repeats itself again and again. Until these three idiots noticed me the day before Saturday.

Who knew such a day would change my life.

"So let me get this straight. I'll be your good girl, and you'll be my bad boys, right?"

They all nodded, an identical smile on each others faces. Then my first sincere smile in years formed on my lips.

"Let me see that contract again."

So how do you like the second chapter? What's your favorite part? I like the part when Naomi was talking to that barista Harvey.

At the right is the song "Should I Stay or Should I Go" by The Clash. And you should notice that I had set up the cast.

And this chapter is dedicated to Hipter_Maddie, with probably one of the best comments I ever got. Girl, thanks for giving me that kick in the butt to write this chapter faster.

Well I'd better go and think of the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading it, because I enjoyed writing it.

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