[i]"Raymond dear, have you practiced your violin today? It's only right that the first chair practices every, single day~"

"Son, don't you have an anatomy test coming up? Why aren't you studying yet?"

"Seung! You call that a butterfly stroke?! Thirty more laps, NOW!"

"Ray, what do you think should be the color theme of the dance be? Off white and indigo or pearl white and violet?"

"Raymond~"

"Son..."

"Seung!"

"Ray? Ray, are you listening?!"[/i]

I awoke with a start and sat up quickly, my heart racing a mile a minute. Damn, what a nightmare. School only started two months ago and I was already up to my eyes with shit to do. After letting out a large yawn, I scanned the rooftop to see what I had missed. Apparently a lot since I had remembered falling asleep right after Jake had offered me a beer. It was only the two of us then. Now there was five of us. Deciding that my thirst was more important than the chatter around me at the moment, I grabbed my forgotten beer and opened it. This truly had to be one of the perks about being part of the Cliqueless (not my first choice in names, but what the hell?). If I had been drinking beer in front of my other friends, they would have all thrown a fit. Contrary to popular belief, us Populars (ha, joke.) don't advocate drinking on school grounds. We're the elite; the chosen. We are the goody-two shoes who are the apples of all the teachers' eyes and thus, we must act accordingly in school. That doesn't mean we don't have the apparent right to make others feel worse about themselves. It's supposedly a constitutional right for us to put down others. And the bullied take it without question. It made me sick.

Taking a swig, I relished the taste of beer and rebellion as I glanced over my friends. A Know-it-All, an Idiot, a Loser and a Weirdo; that's how I used to see them. But after I walked in on them hanging out up here while I looked for a place to crash, I found out they were all more than what their stereotypes painted them as. Izzy is a certifiable genius and it's a shame she can't be in the honors classes. She would wipe the floor with everyone. Alena is a ball of energy who reminded me how to enjoy life again. Although Jake is rough around the edges, he is surprisingly good-hearted and thoughtful. And Sarah is passionate, even if it's just over her strange hobbies. At least she had something she enjoyed with every fiber of her being.

It was then that I picked up on the word 'dance' and physically shuddered as I remembered my previous dream. "Everyone in the Student Council won't shut up about that stupid thing." I stated in a frustrated tone. It wasn't that bad last year since I only had to set up the gym the day before. But now that I was a year older and proved how responsible I was, I had become the go to guy for approvals. It wasn't until I told them I had to study for my test that they finally left me alone, hence me being up here at the moment. 

I glanced over to Jake when he mentioned the dances he went to with Izzy and smirked. "You should organize this year's dance then. It'll be a load off my shoulders." Before I could make another remark, I heard a slam and turned my attention to the door. There sat a red-haired girl, panting like she had been running a marathon. She looked kind of familiar. She then noticed us and said she was just a dream. I quickly rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn't still asleep.

"Nope, I'm actually awake for once. She's real guys." I calmly announced to the rest of my friends.