After the argument between my girlfriend and her childhood friend eyes were on me. Unlike my girlfriend whose job is to bask in the attention, I am not so keen to it all. I have always been the type of person to blend into the background and if I could choose I would rather not talk to anyone.

I love that about Veronica, she is so open and eager to present herself to the public. I know that she is gonna do great things one day because she is also a very hard worker. She is my best friend, girlfriend, hopefully future wife and mother to my children. I love her with everything I have and if I could erase all of her problems I'd be content with life.

I have liked Veronica ever since we were in sixth grade. I was being teased by some boys in our class and she stood up against them. I know that she didn't do it for me and rather Max, who was one of the ones teasing me, but it really made me happy. If I were to begin describing my love for her I'd not only be here for the rest of my life, but would run out of words to describe it.

Sorry, I went way off topic. The rest of the class went on very sluggishly. The other students that had yet to read their papers were very reluctant to do so and it was very forced. If Veronica was here I would be able to hold her hands to prevent myself from falling asleep. Just the thought of her makes my heart rate increase.

When the last person finally goes we have a total of two minutes left, which I obviously respond with packing up all my stuff. Halfway through stuffing my red journal into my bag the very much hated - only from me - Jackson Miles makes his way over.

He puts his hand over the bag before I can even attempt to close it, "Ah," I say, obviously annoyed. Without Veronica I have absolutely no restraint and I have no idea how this is gonna go down, "What can I do for you, Your Majesty?" I ask with a tiny sarcastic bow.

He fakes a laugh while pulling his hand back and leaning up against the desk, "You do know I don't like you right?" He questions and for a split second I swear the thought of murder crosses my mind. Jackson is probably really cool, but he for some odd reason doesn't like me and it gets on my nerves how he has to annoy me any chance he gets.

I snort, zip up my bag, and stare at him with the most done looking face I could possibly conjure up, "Really?" I ask before grabbing my bag and putting it on, "I never would have guessed. Isn't like you've had your lackeys after me for years."

He glares at me and pure rage fills his features, if I was strong enough I'd punch him right now, but if I got two inches from his face I'd already be dead. He breaths out a deep sigh, "I don't want to hate you, Troy, but you really leave me no choice."

"What are you talking about?" I ask, confused and growing more angry by the second. Who does this bastard think he is? I don't care how much Veronica had told me he is cool, he is no such thing.

He snickers, making it abundantly clear that he is over confident, "You're dating my future wife, of course I have to hate you." His smirk makes me want to knock out all of his teeth this instant, but I'd rather not try to explain to Veronica I was jealous.

I go from slightly angry to out raged in the speed of light, there is no way he is talking about Veronica right now. I take deep breaths attempting to calm myself down, but it ultimately fails and I quickly snap at him, "What do you mean your future wife? She gets to choose and I am positive she won't choose the likes of you."

The smirk plastered on his lips grows ever so slightly, but just enough to make my anger triple. This son of a bitch is trying to make me mad enough to punch him. I sigh again, before quickly walking away, holding back the urge to knock him out. Despite me trying to show him mercy he follows me to the door and sings "Are you mad~?"

I resist the urge to turn around and scream at him, which is probably the hardest thing I have ever done. I can't believe this guy thinks she would want to be with a guy like him to begin with. Don't get me wrong I am so lucky to have her and I know if she had the chance to be with someone like Jackson Miles she would take it in an instant, but that doesn't mean I can't complain. I mean, Jackson is a jerk and I don't care if they've known each other since third grade or not she doesn't need this sort of toxic waste in her life.

At least Max pretends to like me for Veronica, that is what a friend would do after all. I hate Jackson on a cellular DNA level, but at least I can pretend to around Veronica. Like, damn dude, calm the fuck down with your jealousy. Sorry, that is hypocritical I get jealous even more than he does.

I chuckle and without turning to him I answer, "Not even close." Which is obviously a lie, but I know this will get under his skin, which is always my favorite pass time.

He was about to respond with something dumb when the bell rings and I quickly exit the room - not really caring what his response will be. I walk to my third period class, which is one of the very few classes I don't have Veronica in. I do however have Kurt in that class and he is pretty cool, even though we don't talk all that much - everyone calls him Riley, but I refuse to do that.

I make it to the science classroom, early like always. Of course it is only me and the teacher in here, this is the way it is every day. If not me then Joy is the first person in class. I groan loudly as I place my bag right next to my desk in the back left corner.

Just seconds after I take my seat the sad and emotionless Joy enters the room. I remember when she was the only one of Veronica's friends I tolerated because she was just so kind and happy. Joy used to be the only other girl as popular as Jenna and Veronica, but not because she sticks out like a sore thumb or is student body president, but because she was always so cheerful. She lit up everyone's day with just a simple syllable.

She takes her seat in the other back corner and a sigh exits my mouth, I miss the old her. She was really nice and I could tell she genuinely cared about other people's problems even if they were small and unimportant. She cared very much, but her reactions weren't so true. I could tell she wasn't being genuine with how loud she was, a lot of people could, but it's strange not seeing her trying to pretend she isn't a depressed mess.

I don't get the chance to continue the thought as Kurt quickly enters the classroom, completely and utterly in a rush. Normally this wouldn't be weird, but he is almost always late to class since he is fairly popular and has loads of friends. He places his bag onto his seat in the middle of the class and then makes his way over to me.

"What do you need?" I ask, confused as to what he might want. We never talk, so this sort of thing is sort of a big deal. He doesn't say a word, but rather grabs onto my wrist and pulls me over to the teacher.

We are at the teachers desk within two seconds, Kurt pulls out a bright yellow paper from his pocket and shows it to the teacher. "Troy and I need to go to the library really quick," He says and the teacher doesn't question it and allows us to go.

Kurt nods his head very quickly before pulling me out of the classroom, I glance at Joy as we leave. She is staring at us, probably curious, but her expression never changes and it sort of breaks my heart.

We quickly maneuver our way through the hundreds of students scurrying their way around the school trying to get to class on time. When we get to the library Kurt pulls me into a side room and let's go of my wrist. He flicks the light on before heading over to one of the walls that has a white board on it.

"What do you need?" I finally ask, obviously confused as to what he wants. I am also confused as to what this room is, I've never seen it before.

He sighs, finally catching his breathe after running around the school and going over towards a desk right next to the board. He reaches underneath and reveals a clear air tight container. He glances over towards me before opening it up, there was nothing but a single slip of paper in there. It was very tiny, maybe the size of an index card.

I went over towards Kurt, which he responds by handing it over to me, "Is this yours?" He asks, and the amount of seriousness in his tone surprises me for a split second.

I take the note and see that there was some letters glued onto it, the letters were clearly gotten from a magazine. It is very obvious who made this is trying to hide their identity. Without even having to read the note I shake my head, I am no coward I'd never hide behind some dumb magazine clippings or a note at all.

"Did you read it?" He asks, clearly annoyed at this point, "It says your name at the bottom."

I give him a very annoyed face before responding with looking at the note, "You think I would hide behind some dumb note? If I had something to say I'd just say it. Fine, what does this thing even say?" I sigh for the thousandth time and read off of the note, "'I am planning on killing myself. If you figure out who I am, I won't. Here is a hint though, Troy Hansen.'"

I glare down at the note, trying to process why they would disclose my name. Clearly it is someone that I know or have known. I think it'd be Joy to do this, but that seems to obvious and why would she say me of all people? Wouldn't she say Jared, her boyfriend. Unless the hint is something that makes her happy and she is referring to me and Veronica being together.

"So this really isn't yours?" Kurt finally asks, breaking my train of thought, I quickly shake my head before handing over the card, "Damn. I was hoping that you'd be the person. I am already stressed enough I can't have the responsibility of someone's life on my shoulders as well...oh well. That was it you can go-"

"Hell no," I snap back, very much angry at this point. I know Kurt is a very busy person, he doesn't need some selfish jerk getting in the way of his school performance. "This isn't your responsibility. If this coward, asshole, bastard decides to give the probably soon-to-be valedictorian some dumb note to make you even more pressured this person is probably someone that doesn't like you. With that in mind, who do you know that doesn't like you?"

He shrugs grabbing a notepad, "I got the note yesterday while I was at football practice so it can't be anyone on the team. You are still the top on my list since you dont like anyone and your name was on the note. I was thinking Joy, but I asked Jared what they were doing yesterday and they were out watching a movie."

I nod my head, "Me and Veronica were out on a date, so not her or me. Also I don't blame you for suspecting me, but it really isn't. What if it was people that was busy at the time? Where did you get the note?"

"My academic locker," He says, "Actually now that I think about it Max and Jackson were late go practice yesterday. Maybe they let the note?"

"It is a possibility, but neither Max nor Jackson are the type to leave a note," I point out. It has only been about ten minutes and I am already super stressed out about the whole thing. "Then again, what if who ever delivered the message gave it to someone else? What if the hint is to throw you off? What if you weren't supposed to get it to begin with?"

He groans, covering his face with his hands, "That leaves the whole school then. I barely have enough time as it is. I don't have the energy to do this."

I chuckle, "That's fine, I have all the time in the world. I'll do this. I'll even get Veronica to help with-"

"No," Kurt quickly intervenes, "Don't drag anyone else into this. They don't need to be pressured with this information, as well. We'll do this ourselves, got it?"

I stare at him, uncertain whether I should agree or not, this is a big thing and not telling anyone else is a big deal. I do understand though, what if this is just some bad prank after all? No, even if it is I don't care. I would rather trust it and have the possibility of saving a life than not trust it and have someone die.

I nod my head after a minute and stick out my hand for him to shake, "I agree, but you have to sit with me at lunch everyday so we can discuss this. Deal?"

He smiles, grabs my hand with a very unnecessarily strong grip, "Deal," He nods his head with a firm shake.

Great, now who could it be?