*Your P.O.V.*

I couldn't find Craig or Clyde right away at school the next day. I figured if they saw me, they'd say something...hopefully. I didn't want to be too clingy. I liked Craig and his friends a lot. I didn't want to make then run off with my lonely clinginess.

I went to my locker to see that nervous blonde from the other day. Tweak, i believe. The one I was told to stay away from.

I didn't bother to say anything, listening to Craig's advice but, the boy took no time to talk to me. "Hi, my n-name is Tweak, b-b-bu-but I'm sure you already knew t-t-that from the gossip around school."

"(Y/N)," I quietly replied, formally introducing myself.

"I see you s-s-sp-spend a lot of t-t-time with my ex, Craig, GAH" he commented.

"We're friends," I replied.

"W-w-well, I j-j-just want to w-w-wa-war-warren you," Tweak stuttered a little quieter. "H-he'll f-f-fuck you over. H-h-h-he's not a g-g-goo-good dude. If you w-wa-want to b-b-be with some real f-f-fri-friends, you c-c-can come hang out with us."

The twitchy boy left after he spoke those words, leaving me confused, not knowing who to trust at this point. Not that I could full heartedly trust any of these people.

I went to the bathroom and hide in a stall so I could take my beanie off. My ears itched so badly and that hat made it so much worse. I probably need to have them checked out, but that wasn't going to happen, so I had to continue with the off the shelf stuff.

As soon as I put the beanie back on, someone else entered the room, and a smell followed them. It was a scent that made my blood raise and body jump.

"I read that if you use liquid catnip as a mortiser, your skin will glow," one of the girls said.

"Come on Bebe, you don't actually believe that shit, do you?" the other girl asked.

It didn't matter. I NEEDED it.

I burst through the stall and quickly snatched it out of the bitchy blonde's hands and poured it all over myself. I then began to rub my back on the walls as a my senses began to heighten.

The two other girls watched me in horror.

Oh no.

"I'm sorry, I heard you two and needed to try it," I lied, trying to keep my cool.

"You put it on your face, not pour it on yourself, you idiot," Bebe commented.

"She's so weird," her raven haired friend added.

The two quickly ran out of the bathroom in horror.

Good one, (Y/N). Have fun coming up from this social suicide.