I woke up in my room. “July 18, still,” I said. I checked my phone and saw Julia texted me. “Hey love, remember that orientation is tomorrow. I’ll see you there?” I read. I texted her back saying that I would see her there. The orientation at our school was always something cool for newcomers. However, I always went to the orientations even before I went there. My father always funded the college. That’s how I met Robyn. I remembered everything about that day just as if it was yesterday. It was our first year at the school.

I was in the janitor’s closet, hiding from the party. There was a ton of loud noise. I decided to mess with the strange chemicals in the closet. They were running from some boy. They ran into me, knocking me to the ground. “Oh fuck fuck fuck!” they said. They got off of me but didn’t stand up. I sat up and turned to them. Their cold silver blue eyes showed that they were concerned about me. They also cut though whatever votes of confidence left in me. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” they asked, placing their cold hands on my face. “I-fuck. You're pretty. Damn it,” I said, embarrassed. They turned red. “Robyn,” I heard some boy call to them. “Damn,” I heard them muttering. Some boy pulled them up by their arm. I looked at their arms and legs. They had bruises and cuts down their arms and legs. Most bruises were old but the cuts…many of them were recent.

“Listen here, bitch. What the fuck were you fucking doing with that boy, you slut?” he shouted. “No-Nothing,” they responded in a shaky voice. “You’re lying, slut,” he said, slamming them into a locker. They fell. “You know what we do to lying sons of bitches, right?” the boy said, undoing his belt. “Pl-Please, I-I di-didn’t. I-I swear,” they whimpered. I got out of the closet with a broom. I walked behind him quietly, making sure he didn’t notice me. “Shut the fuck up, bitch,” he said, punching them across the face. “Hey bitch boy,” I shouted. He turned to me and I swung the broom. It didn’t do much. “Listen here, twerp,” he said, stepping towards me. I stepped back and away from Robyn but I stepped away from the party doors. He grabbed the broom from me and hit me with it. I didn’t fall, however. It didn’t hurt. 

I grabbed a chemical bomb in my pocket and threw it at the taller boy. It broke and went into his eyes. “Gah! Fucking dork,” he said, dropping the broom. He started to stumble backwards. I tackled the older boy and started to punch him. “You…fucking…bitch,” I shouted. He grabbed my shirt. I grabbed him and pulled him to me. “Never touch them again, you bastard. You got that?” I said, bashing his head into mine. He nodded and I got off of him. I walked away to check on Robyn. “Are you okay?” I asked. They hugged me and I heard the boy get up. He walked over to me. I stopped them from hugging me and got up.

“Hey, bud. No hard feelings, right?” the boy said. I stared at him. “Hey, I don’t want beef with the one and only, Ash Sitcom. I’m Tyler,” the boy said, bowing to me. “You already have beef with me and my family. I recorded the interaction and you hitting us. Besides, I can’t trust boys that abuse their lovers,” I said. “I’m sorry. I-I’ll ju- go,” Tyler said, walking away. I helped Robyn up. They started to hug me again and then they kissed me on the cheek. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” they said. We went to the party and enjoyed ourselves. After that, we hadn’t seen Tyler at school. That year Robyn broke up with him. A few weeks passed and we started to date. That’s when I learned that Robyn didn’t care if I was smart or strong or even famous. 

They saw me as a true friend and a trustworthy person. Robyn made me feel something that Julia had always done. They made me feel more than a peppy rich kid. They made me feel…normal.