Wild Things

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Tyler

I was never really the popular type, not since I found out that it really existed. I found popularity only really left you in the dust. I never said that to anyone, it was my own opinion. When I walked away from the lunch table for class, I knew it was the last time.

"Tyler, are you okay?" Brianna asked. I slumped down in my seat, "I'm done with popularity, it's boring." Brianna, my best friend and now as of a month ago my girlfriend, was with the band cliques. It gave me a bad rep and all the girls seemed to try and remind me that it wasn't a good idea. "Okay, I did not see that coming," she whispered. "Oh c'mon Bri, I've been complaining about it forever and you have to admit it's bugging you too."

Brianna shrugged, "popularity people can't say anything about us being together, we're together and they can't magically make us break up." Brianna was unlike me in all ways possible, she had a laid back attitude and didn't care what anyone else thought of her. I wished I was more like her. "we need to do something, the cliches, we need to break them." Brianna wrote down the notes the teacher left on the board. "Bri, please help me." She looked up, "I get what your intentions are, but this is how things are. You're meant to be the popular guy and I the band girl, that's just how it is." She took her hair out of her bun and let it stay in a ponytail. "Yeah but, I think I can make everything change, I have a feeling."

The teacher got up from his desk and I didn't say anymore, I turned back to look at Bri, her long brown hair swayed as she looked at me confused. "Me being popular, it's not right, something's about to change, whether we want it to or not." Something had to change.

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After chemistry, Dante came up to me, "what's up?" He asked. Dante was the most popular in the cliche, he was the captain of the schools hockey team: The Clifton High school Titans. Dante and I just started talking to each other last year, we weren't best friends but close. "I think Brianna's mad at me," I said. Dante had his earbuds in and wasn't even really listening, I don't think he even heard what I said. We were walking to English together when I had this feeling to turn around, there was a girl notebook in hand, "no how could I get anyone to get on this with me?" She asked out loud. She bumped right into me and her blue eyes met my green ones. "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" She said quietly. "It's okay, I'm Tyler."

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Eliana

"Yeah I think everybody knows you're Tyler Scott." I whispered, I'm not the loudest person. I normally just stick to my notepads and sketchbooks for my company. "Okay, okay you're right but I've never seen you before," Tyler pushes his blonde hair to the right side of his face. "I was in you're math and English class last year, Eliana Key." He put his hand on his chin, "aw yeah the girl who never talks to anyone!" Ouch, but yeah, that's me. "Yep," quiet as a mouse. "Hey, um what were you writing in your notebook, a plan or something?" He asked. I had never talked to a boy this much, I was probably bright red. He kept staring at me, "just-t an... id-dea." I tucked my blonde hair behind my ear. "You know, I didn't mean to look but I think I can help, I have a similar idea."

"You, you do?" Tyler Scott, the popular guy wanted to change the social circle of a school. I looked up at him again, "we should talk about it after school, can you meet me in the music room?" He asked. "Okay."

Nobody knows I exist, nobody recalls me being in their classes. So, I had a plan. A plan to change everything. Tyler wanted to help, I was hoping it'd work, my plan was to create a group mixing all types of cliques; Popular, Band, Smarts, Gamers, etc...

I wanted to finally find friends in a place I knew I'd fit, true friends not the class partner ones I called my friends. I knew deep down I didn't have any, I was never good at not being shy. I sat down in my English class, my seat was in the far back and no one really bothered accept my teachers. My teachers would call on me sometimes, I could never get the right words out, they always came out wrong. They never bothered telling me to share my thoughts anymore.

I took the notes on the board, this English teacher only gave notes and told us to read two chapters for homework each night. No class discussion, nothing until we get a quiz every six chapters. It was full on boring. I started sketching in my notebook as the teacher read the book out loud, why? I had already finished. It wasn't that bad of a book, just not a personal choice and the key to the idea I had gotten to change everything.

I should go into detail, the thing is, I want a group that had misfits and everyone feels threatened by them. I want them to feel threatened so much by this craziness that the throne of the popular kids is overthrown and given to the rightful rulers.