It was a fairly normal day at NMS, or Nowhere Middle School as it's more commonly known. It was lunchtime, and Sylus was at his usual table. He was one of the popular kids, and thought very highly of himself. It wasn't until he saw her that his thoughts of himself started to change.

Kaydah Longhorn. That was her name. She was walking to her usual table when she was surrounded by the Mob. She took a step back.

"Hello, Kaydah," One laughed.

The Mob was consisted of four kids, named One, Two, Three, and Four. They had: blonde hair and blue eyes; light brown hair and hazel eyes; dark brown hair and brown eyes; and black hair and green eyes, respectively.

Kaydah backed away. "Look, I don't want any trouble. I'm just trying to survive another day. I've got nothing for you to take, so if you'll please just let me through—"

"I don't think so." Four crossed his arms.

"Uh," Kaydah whispered, backing into the wall.

Sylus frowned. He walked over to them. "Let her go, guys. Really, not cool."

The Mob scowled at him, but backed off.

Kaydah looked up at him. "Oh. Uh, thanks."

He smiled, lightly touching her arm. "Are you ok?" he asked softly.

She pulled away. "Uh, yeah. I'm fine." She shifted in discomfort.

"Alright. I'll leave you alone then." He walked back to his table.

Kaydah stared for a moment, then walked over to her own table. Her best friends Mae and Kristina sat across from each other. "Kris, Mae, did you guys see that!" she whisper yelled. Sitting down next to Mae.

Mae nodded. "Sylus stood up for you. Sylus! He's super popular, and he stood up for you!"

Kris laughed. "Mae, you need to calm down. He probably heard you say all that!"

Mae glared at her. "Kris, this is serious! We are talking about Sylus Walter Watterson!"

Kris blinked. "How the heck do you know his middle name?" she asked.

Mae rolled her eyes. "I know everyone's middle name. For example, your full name is Kristina Melody Alverez, and Kaydah's is Kaydah Siri Longhorn."

Kris and Kaydah stared. "That's really disturbing," they said in unison.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out on the other side of the room. Kaydah, Kris, and Mae looked over, but they could see nothing.

"Hey," said a voice.

Kaydah whirled around to see Sylus standing behind her.

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked.

"Uh," Kaydah said unsurely.

Mae slapped her under the table. "Yes! A million times yes!"

Sylus took a small step backwards.

Kris sighed. "What my friend here means to say is, of course you can. It doesn't matter to us who sits here, as long as there's enough room. And if there isn't, we'll make room, even if it's for a million people."

Sylus shrugged. "Kaydah? You're friends have both agreed. It's all up to you now." He put a hand on her shoulder.

She pulled away. "You can sit here, but please don't do that. I don't like being touched." She looked away.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable." He sat down next to her.

Slowly, he inched towards her. He didn't bother hiding that he liked her. He always got what he wanted.

Kaydah pulled away, shifting in discomfort. She had never really liked Sylus.

"So, Kaydah," he said, leaning in close. "What was going on before? You know, with the Mob."

She flinched. "I don't know. I've never even blinked at one of them before. I'm not sure what they want with me."

He put his arm around her. "They probably just wanted you to notice them."

Kaydah stood. She walked to the other side of the table and sat next to Kris.

Sylus wasn't fazed. He just gazed at her from across the table, smiling.

She looked away, extremely ill at ease. "Ok, listen. I have nothing against you, but I know you don't like me. I know that you're only doing this to make me uncomfortable." She glared at him. "Sylus Watterson, I have never done anything to you. I do not appreciate your pranks."

He blinked in surprise. "Why do you think it's a prank? I really do like you."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah right. We've been in the same class together since kindergarten and you never even glanced my way, and now, all of a sudden, you decide that you like me." She glowered at him.

His face fell. "Kaydah, I wouldn't lie to you."

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm not that gullible, Sylus."

Sylus scowled. "Fine. But you still owe me."

She stood in annoyance. "Owe you! Owe you! For what?"

Sylus smirked. "I didn't have to save you from the Mob. I chose to. You at least owe me the courtesy of a simple 'thank you'."

Kaydah glared. "You get nothing from me," she snapped.

Sylus leaned in close. "We'll see about that," he whispered. Then he turned and walked away.