"Hey Braden, tell us one of your famous stories" shouted the jock. Well, I thought, it is his party. I make my way through the crowd of people, a can of coke in my hand.

"I'll tell you a story, if you promise to stop picking on the freshmen." I said, glaring at him.

"What?! You're out of line. You're a junior, I'm a senior, so what I say goes. You're a princess one grade away from being a queen. Don't ruin it." He jeered in my face. I scoffed.

"Please. I don't care about social class. As far as I'm concerned, we're all the same. Crazy I know, thinking that all people are equal. Not that anyone has said that before me or anything." I shot right back. Why do I even try to quote people, it's not like anyone ever pays attention in history.

"Who invited you anyway?" he snorted. I blinked and put on a smile that was dripping with disdain.

"You did…personally." I gushed. He turned pale and then bright red. I sipped my coke delicately. I looked around the room. It was like being trapped in a room full of zombies, and trust me, I know what that feels like. They stayed in little groups with people from their own class. They whispered quietly and stared in awe at the seniors. Gag.

"You… You should just leave. I used to think you were cool, now I think you're crazy." He said, the blush slowly leaving his face. I smiled again, and this time it was a real smile. He looks taken aback. He reaches for me, but I step back.

"I thought you were cool to. Now I think you're a jerk and all you care about is being a control freak because you're a senior." I said, the smile gone. He looks down ashamed, and I can tell he feels guilty. I almost feel bad for him, but not really. "Before I go, I'll refresh your memory." I said, nodding solemnly.