I sit here plucking grass out of the ground with my free hand as I use the other hand to play solitaire on my iPod while I listen to music. I have the music almost as high as it goes, because I don’t have the best hearing and I hate hearing anything other then my music. So I don’t hear them approaching, but I do see their shoes from under the brim of my black beanie visor.

I sigh and pause my music, before looking up at the three boys in front of me. Glen, Aiden, and Mac. The three most popular guys in our school. Aiden and Glen are the basketball stars, while Mac is the football star.

"Aiden."

"Dyke," oh what a comeback.

"Glen."

"Carpet muncher," I’m pretty sure I’m the only one here who even knows what that is.

"Mac."

"Bean-flicker," I can’t help giggling and Mac gives me a small smile before going back to being stone cold.

"What do you want?"

Glen speaks, "Dad said he gave you my lunch money to give to me."

"Ok."

He waits for a few seconds, "Give me my lonch money, slut."

"I spent it."

"What?!"

"It’s the process of exchanging money for something else."

I watched his face get a tad bit red in anger and I just smiled innocently, "What the fuck did you spend my money on?"

"A new strap-on, your girlfriend said she could take more then my eleven inch one."

He got ready to lunge at me, but Aiden help him back.

Glen was panting slightly now, "Give me my fucking money, bitch."

"Trust me, I’m doing you a favor. I’m keeping your girlfriend happy so she won’t dump your ass, and now you can’t ingest any calories and get any fatter."

That stopped him and he glanced down and ran his hands over his stomach, "I’m not fat… am I?"

I snickered as I saw Mac roll his eyes.

"Glen you’re fine," Aiden said, "Give us all your money then, bitch."

"If he’s so hungry, he’ll learn to eat out."

I gave Glen and Aiden the necessary few minutes to get the douple meaning, although Mac got it right off the bat and had to hide his smirk.