The week went by rather quickly, and before I knew it, it was already Friday morning; and I would be lying if I said I wasn't happy that the weekend had finally arrived. I mean, it's not like it was a bad week or anything, it's just that no one even bothered to get acquainted with me. Not even when it came to discussing an assignment for class. Was I really that much of a bad person to approach? But I always pushed that thought aside whenever I was left sitting on my own in my now usual spot in the library or in my classes. I really did want to make this year a memorable one, but everyone didn't seem to want to give me the chance to make it happen. So instead, I was left to myself in my hollow shell that I grew comfortable with over the years. As I made my way to homeroom, I couldn't help but notice how many of the students were chatting with each other consistently about some party that was probably happening this weekend. I guess that's something I wasn't attending. I finally entered the classroom after practically being bombarded by high school teenagers who seemed to be a little too animated for the early morning. I wasn't at all a morning person but I always tried my best not to show it; and seeing all of them with grinning faces as they talked more about this party didn't help my situation whatsoever. I sat down in my seat, pulling out my notebook for this class and doodling absentmindedly around the cover. I didn't exactly know what I was drawing, but it seemed like it was just a bunch of squiggly lines if you asked me. It wasn't until I heard the sound of a female's high pitch voice that I became intrigued in the conversation that was starting to occur just a few seats behind me. I recognized the voice instantly. Her name was Claudia and she had to be one of the most stuck up seniors I have ever encountered in this school. Thankfully, I only had her for this class and she never even dared to come up to talk to me; but she still always managed to give me harsh glares whenever I walked down the hallway. Why? I had no clue. "So....are you excited for tonight, Marcus?" she asked my savior who sat next to her. Ah, so that was his name. Yes, within this entire week of me attending this school, I never even dared to listen in for his name. It didn't even matter anyway. "Yeah, I guess. More like nervous if you ask me." There were a few bits of laughter from the other students sitting around him. I couldn't help but wonder if he was the one throwing the party that everyone around the school seemed to be talking about. He did seem to be Mr. Popular, but I never once noticed if he was in some sport here. He was fit to perfection and it seemed as if he did some extracurricular activity, but I never saw him staying after school for any sort of practice. Instead, he would always be standing in the parking lot with a whole mess of people surrounding him, particularly girls. I know, I sound like a stalker but it was a little bit hard not to observe these things since there always appeared to be an eager crowd surrounding him within every hour of the day. "So who do you think is your mate? Do you think she's part of this pack or do you have to travel to another one?" Claudia asked him, her voice sounding a little higher than usual. Mate? Pack? What the hell were they talking about? My eyebrows pulled together as I tried to decipher the meaning in her words; but I wound up with nothing. Instead of giving myself a headache, which was already starting to occur on my right side, I just went on with mindless doodling and continued to eavesdrop on their conversation. It might have seemed rude, but they were talking loud enough that practically the whole school could hear! "Shh!" This time, it was a masculine voice. It probably was one of the guys that was standing beside my savior....Marcus....earlier this week. I didn't know his name, but oh well. I wasn't looking forward to learning any names unless it was necessary. "Shut it, Claudia! You can't talk about that around here!" I could practically picture her brown eyes open wide in confusion as she asked, "Why not? It's not like...." Her voice suddenly trailed off as I felt many eyes on me seconds later. I couldn't help but grow tense under their gaze. Why were they all looking at me? I felt the urge to look back and tell them off, but something in the back of my mind held me at bay. There was something unorthodox about them, everyone in the school really, excluding a few students that seemed normal in my eyes, and I felt as if talking back at them would only put me in a load of trouble that I was far from interested in. "Oh. You mean her?" she asked quietly, but her voice was still audible to my ears. Sure, go ahead and talk about me as if I'm not even here! "Who cares about her. She doesn't even know what we're talking about. I don't even know why she even came here to begin with. She doesn't belong with the rest of us." "Claudia!" The same masculine voice scolded at her. I remembered noticing that their features were pretty much alike and I couldn't help but wonder if they were related in some way. Siblings maybe? "What?" Her voice was laced with fake innocence and I couldn't help but glare down at my notebook. Something about her just ticked me off and the sudden urge to just give her a piece of my mind was increasing; and that thought literally took me by surprise. I never was a violent person. Call me a hippie but I never believed that violence was ever the answer when a conflict would arise. I preferred talking it out before things got out of hand. But hearing that irritating voice of hers got me on edge and wishing that she never even existed.