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freshman freak or comeback of the year

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 **Sorry it's taken so long, but I've been busy working on another fan fic with Hispanicxaxthedisco and Panicswhore. Plz check it out. For me???**

VEE'S POV

     "Who's that hottie?"Summer asks me as Ryan takes a seat near the front of the room.

     "Oh,he's Ryan,"I answer. "I met him in the mall while you left me at the bench."

     "Ooh, he looks nice. Which store?"She winked at me suggestively.

     "Eew!Not in there!"I said. "Do I look like that?"

     "Maybe!"She laughs. Then we turn around and hear Andy yell.

     "Bob,please stop calling me that!"He pleaded.

     "Andy Hurley Trump! Andy Hurley Trump!"Sang Bob.

     "Bob,be nice!"Summer said.

     "Okay,I'll be nice to Andy Hurley Trump."He laughed crazily, falling out of the chair.

     "Knock it off, Bob!"I said as I helped him up.

     "Ooh!You have nice blue-black hair!"He exclaimed. He pulled at my hair and I fell down with him again. I landed on top of Bob Bryar with a big "THUD!" noise. Everyone in the class turned to look at us and quieted down.

     "Hey!Who's That girl on top of that freak,Bob!"I heard Brendon Flowers, a ''cool clique kid'' say. Some of the class started laughing like crazy.

     Brendon came towards me and pulled me up by the hair. He turned me around to look at my face.

    "Who is that?"a girl screamed.

     "It's that Veronica girl!"Brendon laughed. He pulled my hair harder and stood me up straight. I felt tears form in my eyes because of the pain. I tried to hit him, but my body was in shock and wouldn't respond to my commands.

     "Leave me the fuck alone, you idiot!"I yelled in his face. I managed to get close enough to land a good scratch at his face. He backed away and let me go.

     "That was my face,bitch!!"He yelled, slapping me and holding his wound.

    The slap really hurt because Brendon was strong. Football-player strong. I fell hard on my side and Summer came running towards me. The class yelled the classical and predictable "Fight!Fight!" chant.

    I suddenly saw Ryan and Pete stand up and come closer,too. Ryan kicked Brendon from behind and Pete grabbed Summer and us, holding us close protectively in his arms.

    Ryan punched Brendon on the nose and kicked him hard on the stomach, the impact making Brendon fall hard onto the floor.

     Pete let go of us when he saw that other clique guys were getting up and going after Ryan. Bob also joined in. Ryan received a hard blow to the head from Brendon. I held on to Summer's hand as we watched Andy go into the fight,too. I could tell she was really scared by the way she had a tight grip on my hand. I decided we couldn't just stand here and watch our friends get beat up. We needed to help,too.

     "Let's go help,Summer!"I told her.

     "You sure?"I nodded. " 'Kay then, Vee!"
    A boy by the name of Reuben was holding Ryan while Brendon was hitting him. I grabbed Mr. Walker's yardstick and hit Reuben so hard on the head, it broke. He let Ryan go,dropping to the floor.

     Bob went after Brendon, slamming the clique boy's head against the hard wall again and again. Blood poured out of Brendon's nose.

     Ryan ran after the star football player, Michael who was holding Pete in a death grip, trying to choke him. Ryan threw himself at the quarterback and they both landed on top of a desk, breaking it in half.

     Pete and Andy started beating up other guys and one of them threw Andy into the trash can.

     As I was helping Andy out, I heard someone yell for the school security and I tried to warn all my friends, but we were so into the fight, it didn't seem to matter. All the rules seemed to mean nothing at that moment.

     "STOP!!!!"I heard the voice of the principal, Mr. Arango yell at the top of his lungs. Everyone froze and the fight ended abruptly.

     Most of the tables were turned upside down and the floor was totes trashed, loose-leaf papers and wood splinters littering the floor. And I knew at that moment that the chances of me and my friends getting along with the clique kids were history. But I didn't really care.