Vanilla had been roaming through the mall, by herself. She was a big girl, and a senior in high school. She felt she could take good care of herself. She grabbed her iPod from her purse that she had brought with her. She put the blue headphones in her ear, scrolled down to Shuffle Songs, and pushed the middle button. Music was her passion. It didn't matter if it was listening to her iPod, or playing her clarinet, Adalyn, she loved music. The first song that came on was Time To Dance by Panic[!] At The Disco. It was one of her favorites, and she loved to dance for it. It had dance written in the title! So, why not dance. Even though she was in the middle of the mall, she started to dance a little as she walked. It wasn't very good dancing, and she was sure she saw some soon-to-be cheerleaders saying, "Look at that geek," but she didn't care. She was proud of who she was, and nobody could change her.

Vanilla started to mouth the words as she walked. "Come on this is screaming photo-op," the song said, and her lips mouthed the words right on cue. She moved across the mall to the beat of her music, her feet hitting it when they were suppose to. That was the worst part about being a band geek. You want to stay in step with everyone, and you marched to the beat of the music that was playing. It was more embarrassing then bad. Though, she managed to do it anyway. She stopped dancing and turned down her iPod when she ran into someone. She didn't look up, but kept her eyes on the ground, and mumbled something that came out to be a, "Sorry," to the person that was in front of her.

Vanilla looked up when he called her sweet heart. She didn't know why he would say that, since he probably didn't even like her. She was the drum major of the band, which everyone else in the school hated. It was seriously weird to how everyone hated band geeks. But, it was good. The band kids stuck together, and they hated everyone else. Everyone that hated them at least. She moved her hair over her shoulder as she examined the boy. She wasn't exactly sure who he was, but he looked extremely familiar. She took her iPod out of her ears, and continued to examine the boy. She was determined to figure out where he was from.

When it finally clicked in her brain, she backed up from him. Her gaze turned into a small glare. He was Jonny Depp. The quaterback of the Willmington Regional High School football team. Oh how everyone cherished him. Everyone except for Vanilla, and most of the other band geeks. Jonny was like the head boy of the football team. Vanilla was basically head of the band, seeing as she was the main drum major. She wasn't the only senior, but she had been a drum major for three years, where the others hadn't. She kept her gaze as a glare as she just thought of what to say. The boy was something she didn't want to get involved in, but it was rude to just walk off, and it wouldn't do a very good reputation for band geeks. "You have no right to call me sweet heart," she said bitterly. She was upset that she had to be graced with the presense of the boy, never mind converse with him.

Vanilla's glare never changed. There was no way she could possibly get along with any of them. Especially the way they all got treated. It was upsetting to think about it. How she had to protect all the unknowing freshman. She warned each and every one of them. Especially about the head cheerleader, Jonny's sister. "Why would you want to be nice to me" she asked, never changing her gaze, "I'm the drum major. You're the quarter back. You should be bashing on me." Her voice was more matter of fact than she intended it to be. It was corrupting the social hierarchy, where Vanilla was happily sitting on the bottom.

Vanilla was happy with the way she was, and who she was. She was the drum major of the best band in the state. It was the best feeling for her, knowing that she had been playing one year, and conducting the rest. It made her confidence rise when she became drum major as a sophmore. She didn't care what the other social people said, but she cared about protecting her fellow band mates. It was hard for her to accept that Jonny was trying to be nice, since his sister, Veronica, was the Head Cheerleaders, and Vanilla's rival.

Vanilla wrinkled her nose when he lit up a cigarette. She knew he was too young to even get cigarette's in the first place, and he would kill himself like that. Her eyes lightened up a little, but not that much. "You going to continue to smoke?" she asked. She was allergic to the cigarette smoke, and it bothered her that he was smoking. Her dad had smoked, and it always bothered her then too. She didn't like people who smoked, since her allergy, but it didn't mean she didn't like their personality. It just meant she had to stay away from them more.

Her allergies were always a big deal. She couldn't go into pools, because the chemicals made her skin feel like it was burning, she couldn't use dove products, since it made her break out, and she couldn't wear anything less than fourteen karot jewelery, since she was allergic to fake jewelery. It was hard to express all of the things that she was allergic to. It was hard to live with too, since a lot of it was what normal people would wear or do everyday. She wished she didn't have them, but she did, and she had to live with it.

She laughed lightly. "Yes, I guess we could try. But if your sister attacks me, I'm blaming you," she pointed out to him, and took the seat next to him. When he told her who he was, she laughed slightly, more to herself than to him. "I know who you are. Remember, I'm at all the football games," she said, smirking a bit. It was true that she had been to all the games. Sure, she had never seen him her freshman year, but she had to pretend to enjoy football in order to really be a good band kid. It was like, the unwritten rule of the band geeks.

She crossed her legs, the bare skin resting against eachother. Her plaid skirt was black with pink lines, making it plaid. Her shirt was a soft pink, but not bright, like you'd see the cheerleaders wearing. It was very unlikely to see Vanilla wearing that, especially since her friends would have a feild day with jokes on 'turning on them to the cheerleading bitches.' She'd probably die before she became a cheerleader. She felt that cheerleading wasn't a sport, and that band was way more of a sport than that. It seemed like it to her, but who knew what others thought.

She laughed slightly. "Well, even if I didn't go to all the games, Mr. Depp, I'd still know who you were," she said, laughing a bit. Even if Vanilla warned all the freshman about the hierarchy of the school, they all seemed to be able to swoon over Jonny. It was hard to stop them. He was the quarter back, and there was nothing she could do to stop the little girls from crushing on him. It was like, trying to tell a chicken to stop clucking. Impossible.

She smiled at him, and then said, "Well, if we are doing introductions, I'm Vanilla Isdom." She laughed softly. She truly did love her name. It was so unique, and her middle name was her mother's name. She didn't remember much about her mother, only that she missed her very much. She was the only one that actually seemed to love her. Her dad didn't seem like it anymore. He hit her on occasions, and she didn't like it. He yelled at her a lot, and she wished that he would just go away one day.

Vanilla denied the piece of gum. She wasn't much of a gum chewer, and she didn't like gum anyway. She smiled at him, "Sure. As long as the place you're thinking of sells cappuccinos," she laughed. That was the only type of caffiene she drank, since it was the best tasting out of all of them. No soda, no regular coffee, no expressos. Only cappuccinos. It seemed weird, but it wasn't really. She just liked good tasting drinks.

She got up, smoothing out her skirt. People would probably think it was weird to see the quarterback hanging out with the drum major. But like Jonny said, he didn't choose to be popular, so why should people really care. His sister cared, but did Vanilla really care about Jonny's sister? No. She didn't care what she did, and since Veronica was always trying to find ways to somehow hurt Vanilla, it made it easier for Vanilla to hang out with Jonny. She just smiled at him as she waited for him to get up.