DISCLAIMER: I don't own House of Anubis.

"Who's the freak?" Amber Millington clung to her boyfriend, Eddie Miller, almost sitting on his lap as they both ate lunch. They sat at one of the back tables, the designated area for cool kids. They fit the role well, along with Jerome Clarke, KT Rush, Joy Mercer, and Mick Campbell. Of course, their group was a bit small, being so exclusive.

They had a newbie today, and everyone knew it, even if she didn't talk much, or at all actually. All newbies attracted attention on the first day, and in her case- sure, there were other goths in the school, but she honestly didn't look all too much like a goth. Her clothes weren't all black, she actually looked pretty comfortable with her own punkish style. Her name was Patricia Williamson, and she was different.

So she was already branded as 'freak.'

"Why don't you go over and ask her?" Jerome smirked, knowing Amber didn't associate with the non-popular. She considered them the plague, constantly thinking she would get infected. Not that Jerome was that different, he was just a bit more lenient. He used to be best friends with someone named Alfie Lewis, but soon the two parted ways, Jerome being pulled away by the promise of popularity. Alfie drifted off into the loser crowd and the two just don't talk anymore, simple as that.

"Amber, could you get off me?" Eddie asked awkwardly, pointing to her on his thigh.

"Why?" she pouted, running a delicate hand with perfectly-manicured nails through his hair. "You don't like being close to me?"

"It's not that," he sighed, knowing how easily offended Amber was. "It's just, I'm trying to eat…"

"And you can eat with me here, boo," Amber finished for him, a stern edge coloring her tone, contradicting her sweet smile. Amber looked up at Patricia again. The girl sat tables away, lonely, picking at her food, and Amber smirked. Even the lowest people on the popularity chart sat by someone.

"Her name's Patricia Williamson," Joy reported, but nobody questioned her on how she knew. Joy knew everything, she was the queen of gossip. Mick nodded, wrapping an arm around Joy's shoulder. The two were dating, just like Amber and Eddie. KT and Jerome were all single, but Jerome often went on dates with unknown girls.

Joy sighed, taking the last bite of her salad. "I think she's in our next class."

Amber rolled her eyes, "Oh, great."

Jerome rang Eddie's doorbell impatiently, sleepover bag on his shoulder. Mick tapped his foot next to Jerome, checking his watch repeatedly. Jerome just looked surprised the boy could read the watch in the first place- Mick wasn't known as the brightest bulb, after all.

"Hey, guys," Eddie grinned, whisking the doors open before ushering them in. Jerome pushed past him, while Mick rushed to the kitchen.

"Your parents not here?" Jerome raised an eyebrow, his eyes darting between Eddie's face and Mick's barbaric eating, a hopeful gleam rising in them.

"My mom's upstairs," Eddie rolled his eyes, effectively crushing his friend's mood. "Watching a chick flick or something, her date stood her up."

Mick tore open a banana and pouted, "So, no party?" For once, Jerome replicated his feelings, and they both sighed and grabbed their bags before turning to leave.

Eddie's eyes widened, "Guys, you don't have to leave, we can still do something!"

"Such as?" Jerome prompted, crossing his arms and setting his bag down. Eddie almost laughed in relief- he was bored as hell, and if his friends left, his mom would think he was open to chat about feelings with her. Jerome putting his bag down was a good sign, a sign he was staying.

"Um…" Eddie looked up, thinking hard. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jerome sigh loudly and reach for his bag and push open the front door, cold November air blowing in. Eddie bit his lip, he wanted them to stay, but there was only one way they would. Was it worth it, though? Last time they played, Eddie woke up with chocolate on his hair and Mick had scratches all over himself, while Jerome had a nice time telling everyone at school about the experience, thus making the two the laughing stock of the school for a while.

No, they needed to stay, he could not sit through his mom's whining.

"Truth or Dare. We'll play Truth or Dare."

"Okay, Mick, Truth or Dare?" Jerome asked. Mick eyed him warily- it was no secret he and Jerome weren't the best of friends, so he wasn't exactly sure what the other boy was planning. And to be honest, Mick was scared Jerome was going to make him do something either pretty dangerous or pretty stupid.

Or both.

So, Mick picked truth. Jerome muttered a quiet 'wimp' under his breath but kept talking, "Okay, truth. Do you really like Joy?" Mick got a determined look in his eyes before nodding solemnly and Jerome sighed, realizing there was no drama to be caused in the situation. Eyes widening, he turned to Eddie, who frankly looked bored with the whole game. Well, that was about to change.

"Eddie, truth or dare?" Jerome smirked, Eddie would pick dare, Eddie always picked dare, he did it to fit his bad boy stereotype. After all, even if dares ended up getting you ridiculed, they also got you admired for even attempting one.

Eddie's eyebrows knitted in confusion, "But isn't it Mick's-"

"No," Jerome answered shortly before his eyes filled with excitement. "Truth or dare?"

"Dare," Eddie scoffed. "Come on, dude, you knew that."

"Right," Jerome said, rubbing his hands together and stifling an evil laugh. "Actually, you know what? This dare is just too good, let's make it a bet."

Now Eddie was scared. Jerome was known for his stupidly dangerous dares, but he had never turned one into a bet- though somebody should've seen that coming, Jerome was nothing if not obsessed with money.

"Okay," Eddie agreed, ignoring the terrified look plastered on Mick's face. He couldn't back down now. "What's the bet?"

"If you get Freak to go out with you, I'll pay you one-hundred pounds," Jerome smirked at Eddie's expression, and then briefly glanced at Mick's. "And if you lose, you pay me one-hundred pounds. It's simple, really. You just can't tell her it's for a bet."

"I'm dating Amber," Eddie protested, desperate to get out of this mess.

Jerome feigned innocence, "Should've thought of that before you agreed to the bet."