My alarm is ringing me out of my sleep. I force myself to open my eyes and turn off the clock. A headache is starting to hit on me. No wonder, I cried myself to sleep and that was around 4 am. I rub my face to wake myself up more. I guess I got to get up for damn school. Let's see how many people I'll count calling me a dyke.

I jog downstairs, my school bag with me. I walk into the kitchen, taking a sip of mom's coffee. "Hey Maxine, that's my coffee!", she means. Yeah no shit mom. "Sorry", I just answer and leave her standing there.

I pull on my red Vans, grab my skateboard and go outside. The rain stopped, so it's a sunny Monday.

I arrive at school. I really hoped, that something would run me over, but of course it didn't. And of course I have to see the yellow pizza boy truck, where Eleven and the some other 'party members'(I hung with them the past few weeks) are arriving to school. Whatever. I pick up my skateboard and walk towards the entry, ready to be bullied again.

Nobody talks or even looks at me yet. Well, then inside of the shit building. I make my way to my locker, still no harm. Huh? Oh. Eleven just arrived. Of course. Wait there she goes.. through the entry.

She looks beautiful. She has black pants, a t-shirt with a yellow-black pattern and suspenders on. Also she wears new, white sneakers. (She looks a little something like that: )

As soon as she sees me, she freezes. Mike is telling El something and takes her hand. He doesn't seem to see me, or where El is looking. Anger is starting to settle in me. Didn't they fucking break up?! I hate Mike so much, I should be the one taking her hand. He should just piss off. But of course she doesn't want that.

I realize, that I got jealous. Oh my god Max, you got to fix yourself, for real.

I just roll my eyes, get my books and shut the locker and make my way to class.

Finally the two veeeeery long and boring hours of history are up. I walk downstairs, still nobody calling me a dyke or looking at me. Huh... I don't get it. Don't they all have something against lesbians? Or.. didn't Eleven tell them..?

"Hey Max", somebody snaps me out of my thoughts. It's Lucas Sinclair. Behind him, the rest of the party. Eleven doesn't look at me, she's just standing in the corner, fidgeting with her suspenders. That's how it's going to be now huh? Well I don't want to bother her. "Max! Hello?", Lucas says and sways his hand infront of my face. "Oi fuck off", I just say and walk off.

That was pretty shitty. I dumped my new friends for El. Nice job Max. Anyway I guess I have to spend my break with something or someone else. I go to the schoolyard and find a free table. I settle down and put my school bag up on the bench.

I don't have anything to eat, but I'm not hungry anyway. Maybe I have some comics with me... I start to search in my backpack.

"Well hello there", someone says behind my back. Whoever the girl is, she sounds like a total brat. I turn around.

Of course. It's Angela. And her friend group.

"What do you want girlie", I ask her.

"You're sitting at our table love", she says, fakingly nice with a fake smile.

"First, don't call me "love" ever again, second I-do-not-care", I tell her and turn around again. A second later, Angela and her stupid gang sits with me, around the table. "So. You're Maxine Mayfield, huh?", she starts. "It's Max", I correct her and rummage in my backpack again. "Yeah, yeah.. Maxine sounds better", she just babbles along. I give her a weird look. "Well okay Angie, why do you talk to me again?", I cut her off. She looks disturbed at me. "Stop calling me Angie", she means. "Well as long as you're calling me Maxine, you can forget it Angie boo", I say and give a fake smirk back. Angela's eyebrows raise. Her friend is trying to hold a chuckle I think.

"Fine, Max.", she finally answers. I give her an ironic smile and I turn back to my backpack again. Ugh I forgot my fucking head phones. Angela starts to babble again. She's so annoying- why does she have to talk to me?

Me and the party are sitting on the little meadow, in the schoolyard. "So.. El. You almost haven't said anything today. What's up?", Mike says.

"Uh yeah.. not in the mood", I reply. My eyes scan the yard, to find Max. After a while of looking, I finally find her. My heart drops.

She sits by a table with Angela. This Angela, that always harasses me, that hurts me. My stomach is turning upside down. Why does she sit with Angela?! W-... what if she told Angela all my secrets? No no no... NO! Tears roll down my eyes. "El?!", Will suddenly says. The whole party looks at me. "Oh my god what happened?!", Mike asks. "Yeah what is it?", Lucas means. Will looks very worried and crawls over to me. He wipes my tears away. "It.. It's nothing", I tell. "Is it because of Max?", Dustin guesses. I look shocked at him, then to Mike. Did he tell them? But Mike looks as confused as me. So he didn't. "Yeah what is up with you? You were so close the past week and now? She's just suddenly pissed at us." Lucas agrees. Too many questions.... help. I clinch Will's arm. He holds me tight. "Stop bombing her with questions", Will says.

"It's ... we had uhm a ... fight", I tell the party. Lucas' eyebrows rise. "Can we please don't talk about it?", I ask quietly. "Yes of course. It's your choice", Will immediately says, "...right guys?", he adds. "Yes!", Mike agrees. "Y-Yeah right", Lucas and Dustin nod.

I think Angela wants to be friends with me; she babbled for the past 5 minutes. Fuck her, she's annoying as hell. "So, Max, do you know this Jane?", she asks me. By the mention of El's name, I get a goose flesh. "Yeah, I do", I nod slowly. "She's so annoying right? Stupid little snitch", she laughs. My hands tense up and anger comes up in my body again. I can't hit her. I can't get a rebuke again, for fucks sake. I have to keep my anger issues together. "No she's not Angela", I just say instead. "What?" "She's not a snitch Angela", I repeat. "For real? You support that little bastard?", she laughs with dumbass her gang. I take a deep breath, trying to hold all my anger back.

"Angela leave it", I tell her. "Yeah whatever..", she just answers and scoffs. I roll my eyes. "Angela, honestly, why are you even talking to me?", I ask her. Nothing comes for a while.

"Because you're the new one, we wanted to test you a little bit. If you're acceptable or not", she explains and puts on her fake smile again. Her gang agrees and laughs. I'm getting a head ache. "Isn't it a bit late for that? I'm here since like two or three weeks, little miss fake smile", I just answer, get up and go to class, because the bell rings to my second period.