I whistle a song that I have on my mind, keeping my eyes on the ceiling and moving my fingers inside my pockets.

"Ambrose!"

The scream from Anderson brings me back to reality. He was scolding me for my grade and behavior. Something very usual if you ask me.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Of course, sir."

"Repeat it then," he growled, leaning back on his desk with his arms folded while I stood there like an idiot.

I pursed my lips, trying to find something consistent among all the shit in my head.

"You said ... that I shouldn't raise my feet on the table again?" His gaze told me immediately that I hadn't guessed right. Fuck. "Listen, I'll try harder next time, alright?"

"That's the problem, Ambrose" He sighed. "You're saying that since the beginning of the year and you always say it again. Enough of lies."

I remained silent, simply looking at him without reaction in my relaxed face.

"Do yourself a favor and stop behaving like an unsuccessful idiot, okay?"

My eyebrows rose, but I didn't say a word to such shit of his.

Should I feel offended? I suppose.

"I will see you next week, and I hope you make an effort to change."

In that instant, a laugh escaped me.

"What is so funny, boy?"

I kept smiling after grabbing my backpack, placing it on my shoulder without taking my eyes off its perplexity mixed with irritation.

"I'm the best on the F List, dude" I denied with my head still with fun and started walking towards the classroom door. "Nobody changes me."

"Ambrose! Ambrose, I'm not finished with you! Ambrose!"

But I just left with a smile in my mouth.

I already had enough for today.

I walked to my locker, still with that song on my head but now humming it.

Once I found myself in front of the locker with my initials painted with spray on the bluish metal, I hit the end of it a little and it opened automatically.

I kept some things inside like my folded books and notebooks, like the exam that Anderson had just given me.

I smiled sideways in front of the huge F marked in red almost covering my name.

"Other F for my collection. " I said with amusement , folding the sheet in half and throwing it as if it was worth nothing inside the box office.

I closed the door again with the same force, just in time to hear a laugh not far away in the hallway.

I stared for a while in the direction that was nothing more or nothing less than the popular Roman Reigns. He seemed to be protecting a fearful two-colored nerd while Baron smiled at them in Brock's company.

As king of the popular List F, they could resemble me to Reigns that was the one of the A. Although, in reality we were completely different from head to feet.

He was bored and quite reserved. Or that was what I could see in his eyes every time we met, in other words, in almost all our classes in this last year.

What do I think about him? That he was just another moron believing himself superior because he belonged to the "prestigious" List A and was famous among the teachers, loving him and kissing his ass.

"What a crock."

Only an imbecile licks soles that doesn't know how to have some fun. Boring.

I wrinkled my brow a little, and after giving myself a mental slap, I prepared to return to what was really concerning me.

Not to waste my time with people like Roman Reigns.

I walked through the corridors, even sneaking between some tables in the dining room to take a shortcut.

Suddenly my sight was caught by a couple of girls near the stairs of the entrance. I smiled sideways before grabbing my backpack harder and approaching cautiously.

"Well, well." I said with amusement, immediately calling the attention of the brunette. A huge smile had drawn on her lips just by listening to me. "It's nice to see you, Layla."

"The same here, Deanie," She purred, pulling some pamphlets against her chest. "I didn't see you in Literature class.

"Yeah..." I grimaced with my lip. "About that ... you know I hate everything that has to do with reading. Or make some useless effort."

"Aw. Don't worry, darling." She smiled sideways. "I have all the notes you need."

I corresponded to her smile, with the fun always in my eyes and almost feeling that her cheeks were blushed from just having me in front of her.

"Oh, I almost forgot." She pulled out one of the sheets of paper she held near her and held it out to me with a playful smile. "Here you go. Next week I'll have a party for my birthday, and you are cordially invited."

"Wow." I put a hand on my chest. "I feel really important, Layla."

"You're the King of List F, Dean." She took a couple of steps up to me, without turning his bright eyes away from mine. One of her hands stroked my chest tentatively. "You'll go, right?"

"Of course..." I slowly frowned my defiantly smile, at the same time I kept my eyes boldly on hers. "But I'll take my girlfriend."

The female's brow tightened, seeming to be really exasperated by my condition.

"Oh, come on...Why her? Renee is the most boring in the world."

"You don't know her, Layla." I paused, shrugging slightly. "It's with her, or you'll not have me there. What do you say?"

The brunette looked at me annoyed under her elongated eyelashes and her eyelids perfectly outlined, to then sigh resigned.

"All right. You can take the blonde." I smiled victorious. "But only with one condition."

I resumed my playful stance, crossing my arms over my chest and waiting for her words with a curve along my mouth.

"I'm all ears, sweetheart."

Layla's lips slowly drew a flirtatious smile, coming back to me. Our breasts almost touched, and one of her hands touched my chest again over the fabric of my shirt.

"You owe me at least one dance, king of List F."

I held a small laugh, keeping my eyes on hers.

"No problem."

Layla seemed satisfied judging by the grimace on her face. She tapped her finger on the tip of my nose, and after giving me one last look full of coquetry, she turned on her heels again and distributed more of her invitations.

Everyone knew that I wasn't just the king of the F List. I was the king of fun and everything about parties. And being as such, Layla was one of my favorite toys of the place.

I continued my way down the corridor, with no sign of that blondie with warm smile painted in carmine. Then I felt as if a spotlight was lighting up above my head and I changed course towards the football field.

My friends would probably have team practice with the cheerleaders, and Renee liked to watch them for her drawing sketches.

I carried my backpack over my shoulder while humming again the song I had heard in class, before Anderson put his nose into issues that weren't even his. 

I reached the main staircase that led to the field, going down quickly and listening to the shouts of their coach, Mr. Copeland, to his team.

The sunlight stayed on me, so I had no choice but to put a hand on my forehead in order to see better what was happening in front of me.

Baron and Brock were late, and that was the possible reason why the coach was scolding them both. He didn't support the lists, so the punishments were the same for everyone.

Randy looked at the scene with seriousness, while drinking some water and greeting me with a nod when he saw me. He raised one of his fingers, pointing at one of the platforms. Following the direction of his gesture, I found Renee.

I smiled sideways, clutching my backpack and climbing the stairs of the grandstand almost two at a time.

I started to sneak up to the girl who was drawing on a booklet, smiling softly until I found myself behind her. Gently, I placed my hands over Renee's eyes. I felt her smile, while her thin fingers touched my hands warmly with a soft giggle.

"I know it's you, Deanie." She murmured with amusement, letting the smile still dance on my lips.

I removed my hands from her sight, sitting beside her and letting her press a delicate kiss on my cheek.

"Hey, babe."

"How was your day?" She asked with that curious smile that looked so adorable on her.

I buffet lightly, leaning back gently against the grandstand and putting my arm behind her back covered by that red blouse.

"Anderson fucking my life as always." I climbed my feet to the edge of the chair while I released a small sigh. "Oh, and I got another F for my collection."

"What?"

The blonde came out of her expression full of sweetness, to see me with exasperation mixed strangely with concern.

"Dean, I thought you had studied for that exam, why...?"

"Agh." I rolled my eyes a little. "Don't start again, babe."

"But, honey, it's just that I..."

I interrupted her, placing my thumb over her lips in movement and paralyzing them slowly.

"It's nice that you worry about me. But that's the way I am, the king of the list. F." I passed my arm around her small waist, pursing a smile on her red lips. "With my list A."

"Actually, I don't trust that system, darling, and you know it." Renee rolled her eyes a little, then put her arms behind my neck. "I care about you because I know you can change, for the sake of your future. And..."

I shut up her words again, this time attacking her lips without mercy and making her hold a gasp.

I attached her against me, feeling the warm touch of her fingertips playing with the strands of hair that fell down back on my neck.

"By the way..." I interrupted our kiss, to which she looked at me curiously. "We have a party to attend this weekend."

"A party?" I nodded. "Who's?

"It's Layla's birthday."

Renee opened her eyes with alarm, looking at me as if I had signed a pact with the devil himself.

"You know what I think of her, Dean," She murmured, looking at her cream-colored heels.

"You shouldn't be jealous, babe." I said, playing with one of the strands of her long blond hair even if she gave me a bad look.

"I wouldn't be if she didn't eat you with her eyes every time I'm around, Deanie." She crossed her arms, avoiding my gaze as she turned to the football field. "I can see she doesn't like me and that she wants something with you at all costs."

I smiled sideways, leaving the lock of her hair with which I played and gently placing my hand on her chin, gently turning it until she found my gaze. Her brown eyes sparkled despite the discomfort and exasperation on her face, making me feel like a very lucky idiot to have her.

"You know I'm all yours, right?" I said with a playful smile, seeing how her face doubted of her annoyance. "You're the only one for me, Renee. If it's not with you, I have no other future and you know it."

"Dean ..." She pursed her lips, as if she lacked words. "I'm not sure that's a good way of thinking."

"It is to me." I paused, concentrating on her gaze. "Listen.

Her eyes wandered over my face, until finally falling directly into my blue eyes spilling sincerity.

"I don't like Layla, I like you." I stroked her cheek, slowly dancing a smile on her lips. "And nobody's going to change it, you heard me? No one."

My girlfriend smiled brightly again, then brought her mouth closer to mine and put our lips together more calmly, almost caressing slowly while some wind crossed the field behind us.

I was the king of the List F, and that place was mine well deserved. Nobody changed what I am, that was what I repeated the most.

"Good morning, trio of faggots!" I greeted as soon as I entered the dining room completely empty at that time of the morning.

"Who are you calling fagot, loose ass !?" Brock complained, stopping from looking at something on his cellphone.

"You're so early here, Ambrose." Baron scoffed, playing with a woolen cap he'd probably taken from a nerd. "Alert, gentlemen! There's going to be a hurricane today!

I only showed him my tongue in a mocking way, following my way between the empty tables.

I had gotten up earlier because of the simple fact that Renee called to wake me up because she didn't want me to have no more faults for being late to Anderson's class.

I casually greeted the rest of the List F group at the tables, until finally arriving at the one in which a certain tattooed guy was looking at something in his hands.

"Hey, Orton." I said, crashing my fist that he lifted me even if he didn't look up from his fingers. "What do you have there?"

"Something that I took from Baron and Brock after it fell on my head while I was reading," he muttered, turning the object over so that, looking at it closely, it was a pair of thick black frame glasses.

"A pair of glasses?" I approached him after leaving my backpack scattered on the table. "Let me see."

The tattooed guy with the number 17 jacket extended those glasses to me, taking them immediately and giving them a look.

They looked like a pair of ordinary glasses, but more like a nerd ones than another person's. The truth is that I could not think of anyone to whom they could belong.

Reigns didn't wear glasses, or at least not for daily use. I remembered that.

"Where will this pair have stolen this crap?" I scoffed, extending the brackets of the glasses with a chuckle.

"No idea. But next time I swear I'll break both of their faces."

Randy was a fairly reserved person, and although he belonged to the List F, most of the time you could find him quiet reading a book. Quite different from me, but we got along anyway.

Suddenly my fingers touched something strange in one of the supports of the glasses, immediately stinging my curiosity. I quickly focused my eyes on what looked like a carving on the side of the left-hand glass, somewhat grated.

Property of Seth Rollins. List A.

A smile danced slowly but dangerously on my lips for some reason, and Randy seemed to notice it as he took his attention from the book he had taken out of his backpack and began to open.

"What with that face, Ambrose?" He paused, closing the book. He raised an eyebrow at the smile that prevailed in my mouth as I turned to him. "Did you find anything interesting?"

Oh, it was the most interesting thing that happened in a long time.

I let out a deep laugh from deep in my chest, nodding at him gently. Randall knew that face meant some fun for us.

"It's time to make a little visit to our friends on the List A."

Hey, everyone! Sorry for taking so long, but as I told you this fic is really long and I'm almost in the last 10 chapters to finish it in Spanish. I'm doing my best to translate it for you, so please be patient. 

Sorry about the mistakes, but you know I try my best and I'll take a look at them later if there are any. 

Btw, I'll do another upload but with the cast of characters in case you want to see them, know their role in the story and to see in which List they are. 

Thanks again for all the support and see you later!

-XOXO.