I swear I never thought I'd hit someone so hard. Especially my brothers friend!

Who is he? Good question. Nick Manson, the tool among tools. If there's one thing you don't like about him, it's the fact that he treats girls like toys!

I don't see how they would all like him! The soccer goaly's too good for nothing, pissed, and a brat; I'd never want to interact with him!

And to top it all of, as of right now, he knows my secret! I've officially hit rock bottom. So how did it all started?

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Every morning around seven, my mom likes to make the round of the family prayer.

Being the head bake sale for our community church, my whole family devotes their time to basically, make god their top priority.

"Jackson, Savannah, Dexter! Come down it's time for breakfast."

My mother would make us all sit down at the dinning table and say a prayer before eating. Hate it if you must, these are the few things that make me spend more time with my family.

"Thank you God, for this wonderful meal and for each day being close to my family. Amen".

"Amen." Replied everyone.

"Soccer try outs are in two days coach said that I should try it out." Jackson who broke the silence.

My dad who was at the dinner table reading the news paper shook his head. "When I was your age we had lachros, it's good you're going to become a good soccer player."

My sister sipped a bit of her orange juice also pitched in." Cheerleading try outs are also in two days Miranda likes my skills, so she wants me to become a flier."

My family has always been socially active in anything. If you want the local clubbing area for a church bake sale, my mother would be there. You want the school sports clubs have new uniform? Campaigns, car wash and local community help you'd see both of my siblings already bossing everyone around.

Dad was a local cars salesman. When he sells, he sells. He was just that good with his clients needs a preference.

I on the other hand, was always shy. I'd never been bold enough to make any sort of social activity's so it's hard to be noticed as part of this family when you don't do much. Mom doesn't mind though, she tends to take me to help her set up for upcoming parties and events.

"Alright! You three, start heading to school. Savannah don't forget you're coming with me after school to pick up your dress from the cleaners, Jackson and Dexter don't forget to get your suit and tie as well." My mother then picked up all the dishes and headed to the kitchen as the three of us headed to Jackson's car and head to school.

"You know the drill little bro." Exclaimed Jackson. This is the only time where we show our true colors. Both my siblings are pretty popular in school and being a "nerd" they prefer not to be seen around me.

They aren't as famous as Nathalie Ramírez or Matthew Keagan but they are well known so they prefer to keep it that way.

I got out of the car, it was easy for me to head directly at the back of the school through the baseball field instead of going through the croud of students at the entrance of the school.

"Hey wait up!" A voice came from behind as I turned around a smirk formed in my face.

There's something I should probably inform you guys. I just recently found out about this; and it's a secret no one else knows. I'm in love with my best friend. Gregory Winston.

I found out I liked him when I tried to kiss my girlfriend at summer camp two years ago. For being in the geek club with the other friends I'd say Greg used to be the most attractive boy among our small group not putting in Avery and Richard.

With his dirty blonde hair and grey eyes, that would entrance anyone, if he just took off his thick black glasses. He usually covered his hair, as he styled it as a shaggy surfer type; not to mention he was taller than me, yet he was a bit thin. I tried not to look too often when he would change clothes in front of me.

"Are you running a fever? Your face is all red." Said Gregory with a worried face.

I brushed him off as he started to laugh until we got to our hang out. Sarah had a serious stare at her phone typing fast keeping everything to herself.

We stared at her for a second until Tula came around. She was like a magnet attracting us to her. I knew Tula since kindergarten. When she threw the play-doh at my face to steal my baby carrots.

It was the star of our friendship since then we were always together. Mom thought at some point I started dating her and no matter how many times you tell her it isn't true even dad thinks we're going to get married in the future.

Tula already taking out her 3DS and a pack of jerky started playing the new Metroid game.

Gregory made his way to sit down at the floor in our usual spot. He patted the ground as I made my way to sit next to them.

Sarah stands up, having a grim stare at her phone she marches away from us. I'd say Sarah and I are friends, but we aren't very close to each other. I looked at Tula still focusing on the game. As I pretend to cough she sighed.

"What is it Dex?" She replied harshly.

"I'm glad you paid close attention to me quickly." I said with a smirk.

"You wouldn't be caught dead, sick, and in school; you tend to be a germaphobe."

I rolled my eyes, it's evil how she brings up the past. "Then can you tell me what's wrong with Sarah?"

Tula rolled her eyes and did a quick save on the game to turned it off. "Problems with Keith."

I tilted my head to the side. Ever since Sarah dated Keith from the music department we gave her the nickname Sarah Keith cause of how close they've become. To see her having problems with him is new.

"Don't look at me like that, I don't know exactly what the problem's about!" Exclaimed Tula.

Jenny soon joined us as she was talking on the phone sitting down at the bench across from us. "Yeah mom, I'll pick up Kevin after school, see you later mom!"

Not even seconds before she officially made herself comfortable Sarah dashed at her and grabbed her arm. They both made a drastic exit and I was just plopped on the floor staring at it all.

"Don't even think about it." Exclaimed Tula. "She'll get out eventually with some idea and everyone here will be played as victims."

I stared at her for a few seconds before Sarah dashed in front of us, her hands at her waist.

"Guess who's going to Seth's party tonight!" Smirked Sarah.

The three of us looked at her, hearing a soft sigh from Tula.

"No one's speaking!" Sarah annoyed clapped her hands." All of us."

So this was what Tula meant. Having an idea and each of us her victims.

"No one is getting out of it! Unless you want me to get mad we are all going!"

We all stared at each other Tula had a bored face on while Gregory was excited.

Partying isn't my thing but if it meant hanging out more with Greg I'd go. Tula got up from the floor cleaning her butt along the way, she crossed her arms and stared down at Sarah.

Tula had a slight accent making her voice a bit deep. You'd expect her to have a sweet voice but it builds up to her personality. "What did he do?" Said Tula.

We all knew this was coming, but Tula doesn't give half an ass about anything. Everyone of us was silent. Tula waiting for a reply and Sarah who seemed not to want to chat.

A cheerful voice came from the hall as Anna and Avery started to appear. Tula didn't even bother with anyone and dashed away before class started.

Greg and I stared at each other and we got back to what we were doing.

The bell rang and almost the whole classroom was already full.

"Good news and bad news everyone."

On my way to history class the health teacher was already at Mr.Reeds desk. All the students stopped talking for a second and paid attention to Mr. Lutwell.

"Your teacher has been hospitalized due to falling down the hills in his roller skates with out a shirt; he broke his leg and scrapped his entire back."

Some of the students already giggling about the incident. OK so maybe Mr.Reed was a try hard teacher trying to be young again by calling everyone "Dude" or "Bruh" makes you feel that he's sexually harassing you. Trying to be cool with the skaters and having an accident because of it is no laughing matter... Well maybe a little.

"So because of that you will all take my class." groans of annoyance crossed the classroom. "Now now it's going to be easy were going to be doing the baby project each of you will be paired up and will take care of our new robotic baby that mimics everything a real one does."

"Mr. Lutwell I'm too young to be taking care of children that count as fake ones." exclaimed Jasmin.

"Mrs. Smith this project replaces two of your grades consider not doing world history about the founding fathers and what not and it'll only last to the end of this month."

"But like thats only two weeks! I'm trying to be the next Kylie Jenner and you're gonna kill my beauty sleep."

I rolled my eyes, I thank the glasses for hiding my eyes so idiots like her don't see me dissing them."

"Kyle Is a mother now, if you wanna feel or be like her now is your chance." the professor then picks up a jar with numbers and the student list next to it. Aaron and Jasmin, Wendy and Violet.

The door opens suddenly and none other than mister tardy shows up with his shades on striding into the classroom like nothing. He sits down at the empty seat behind already trying to blend in.

"I'm pleased to see you've decided to join us Mr. Manson."

He propped his head up and stared at the professor, around the class room as his gaze landed on me, he leans closer. "Isn't this Reeds class?"

I shifted my position a bit at my seat. First time he actually talks to me.
"Mr.Reed had an accident Lutwell is taking his class."

"So now he's teaching history?" Said Nick.

Why do cute boys have to be so dumb in things? I blinked a few and shook my head. "We're taking health class as a bonus."

"You boys chatting in the middle of class stop it!" said Mr. Lutwell.

I closed my mouth and positioned myself back. Watching as the professor pairs up other students a tap came from my shoulder.

"What's the work this time?" exclaimed Nick

I dissed him, not trying to get called out by the teacher again.  second tap came, then a third one but continuing. Nick Manson you are testing my patience. Fourth time he grabs my shoulders and pulls me back chair and all.

"Jesus! Nick wait till he tells you!" I shouted.

The classroom was silent all eyes on us. Mr. Lutwell stared at us. " Manson, Porter you're paired up."

My eyes grew wide. Me working with Manson! I'd rather fall off a cliff thean work with him. " I can't work with him!" I screamed.

"Then you'll both fail Mr. Porter, you both seem to get along so well unless you have an excuse as to why you've been interrupting today's class."

I sank to my seat staring at the ceiling as a head pops my view and a grin forming his face.

"Let's get along well Dexter."