(Veronica's PoV)

She sat there at the lunch table. In a white turtleneck shirt, and pink skirt. Her hair pulled up into a pony tail, Normal. Normal. Normal. Speaking of normal her friend Trixie was freaking out over something. Maybe someone didn't notice her outfit... or bow before her... or something as pathetic as that. Veronica had spent years doing what Trixie wanted. Making Trixie happy. Acting just like Trixie, but in a way that didn't out shine the raven haired little brat.

"Yeah..." Veronica muttered, if she didn't say something every now and again that sounded like she was agreeing with her, she would just become louder, and Veronica doubted that she could handle that... not today.

"Mm hmm... totally." She was thirteen... at thirteen she shouldn't actually care about any of this crap, none of them should care about popularity. Who's wearing what. It's freaking pointless. But no, Trixie has to be the most... "...self centered, rich little brat, that uses anyone she wants to get what she wants. That cries when she doesn't get her way."

"Yeah," she muttered again, and noticed Trixie had stopped talking... Finally, she thought, until she noticed everyone had stopped talking, and they were all looking at her. Oh God, what now?

"What did you say?" Trixie was looking directly at her...had she said something she was thinking aloud?

"I said... uh... 'Yeah'. You know, like I agree." Veronica just looked back, she'd mastered that bored kind of look that usually hid when she was lying.

"No, you said something about a 'self centered, rich brat' and 'cries when she doesn't get her way'." Shoot... I didn't mean to say that aloud.

"Well..." Okay, so this wasn't when she was planning to do this... she was planning on riding on the rich little brats coat tails a bit longer... then again maybe this would be good for her. Veronica had noticed that since she started hanging around Trixie, that she had started acting unstable. "No... you are a spoiled, little, brat. And I'm totally, sick of it. You step all over everyone. Every boy fawns over you, and you toss them away. And worse, if someone happens to like a boy you've cast off, it makes 'her' a loser. I'm sick of it completely"

Veronica stood up from the table and walked out of the lunchroom, leaving a stunned crowd, and even more shocking, A stunned, silent Trixie. Well, so much for popularity, she thought as she continued to her next class. She'd have to wait until it was time, but it didn't matter. Not like she had anyone to talk to in the mean time. Trixie and her had berated, and insulted everyone that wasn't them, Tad, or Chad... So, now she didn't have anyone to hand around with... Who cared right?

(Veronica's PoV)

Veronica sat at an empty lunch table as per usual. Trixie had succeeded at making her easily, the most unpopular person at school a couple of years ago. It didn't really matter anymore, though thought as she pulled her sleeves farther down. She looked over to where Trixie and her former friends were, she didn't so much miss them, as she missed having someone to talk to. Every now and again, a couple people would sit with her, but those were few and far between. Her eyes fell again on a person she didn't want to see walking into the lunch room. Timmy Turner. Trixie had started dating him, as soon as she found out Veronica had liked him. Not only did she have to make sure Veronica had been kicked off the cheer-leading squad, but she had to take the one person that she wanted. What a bitch.

But she was still able to watch the person she loved. She'd tormented him in her youth, yes. But she loved him, she had to be mean to him because of Trixie... and because he used to fawn all over her, and never even saw her! Today something was different just by the way he walked in. He looked upset, she watched him grab a drink from the machine, then grab a hamburger paid for them both, and walked to the middle of the room. Normally he'd sit with Trixie, and her friends at the 'popular' table, where he was looking. Then he turned and started towards her.

"Mind if I sit here?" He asked, but didn't wait for an answer before sitting down. Now like many other times, he didn't even really notice her, as he started eating, not even looking up. She assumed Trixie had upset him, no surprise there, she was a cold bitch, and if things didn't go her way... well she tended to upset people.

"Whatever." Veronica mumbled, not even sure if the boy of her dreams even heard her. Timmy was always good for seeing and hearing what he wanted... why was it the she was so attracted to him again? Meh, she thought, another problem for another time.

"So, you new here? What's your name?" Timmy finally looked up at her. At first she was upset at the question, then again. She'd dyed her hair black... Black jeans and a t-shirt replaced the white skirt she used to wear. She didn't look like she did... that was her goal... not to be another little bratty clone.

"Ugh... I've been in the same school as you since kindergarten." Timmy had always been rather thick-headed, and didn't notice a lot of things. But seriously... after pretty much ten years, he couldn't even remember her name... she kept trying to remind herself that it was because she looked different.

"Seriously?" he focused more on her, and less on his lunch, what was left of his lunch anyways. "You do look familiar. But... I can't quite place you."

"Veronica, you know... used to be blonde... cheerleader... Trixie's lackey." She noticed when the recognition hit him who she was. She would have smiled... if she honestly cared anymore. Yeah, she was still in love with the boy, but even if he was mad, he still would jump when Trixie commanded. So really, what was the point in smiling.

"Yeah I remember you, at least you managed to get out of Trixie's grasp. Mind sharing the secret?" Seriously he wanted to break free of the little control freak? Well she could help him.

"Embarrassment. I embarrassed her. Called her a Spoiled little brat, a couple years ago, in here actually." Maybe today would be interesting... she wasn't sure. "But... you'll end up an outcast like me."

"Hmm interesting," he stood up as the bell rung. "I'll keep that in mind... Same time tomorrow?"

Like with asking if he could sit, he didn't wait for an answer before walking away. It was as if, he just assumed that she would welcome it... and the fact that she wouldn't mind someone to talk to two days in a row. Just that usually when people came back, they wanted something. If it was a male, he usually wanted something she wasn't willing to toss out just yet.

The rest of the school day went by just as normal as ever. No one paid attention to her, no one acknowledged that she even existed, except for Trixie. Normally Trixie would ignore her like usual, but not today. Trixie cornered her in the girls bathroom before school let out, and told her to stay away from Timmy. That he belonged to her. Veronica didn't really care, she'd given up on having Timmy anyways. That didn't stop her from telling Trixie, that if she threatened her again, she'd be swallowing her own teeth. That seemed to work against Miss Pretty, and Popular.

She tossed her belonging next to the bed as she fell into it. Her room now void of all pink, and even gotten rid of that 'Timmy Shrine'. She turned on her side and sighed. She had homework to do, so she couldn't make herself comfortable just yet. She pushed herself off the bed and dug through her school bag to grab her laptop, and English book. She turned on her laptop, and went to get a drink. Something started making noise in her room... she couldn't figure out what it was, she shrugged as it stopped making noise, and went and grabbed her drink.

When she returned to her room, the noise started again... it was familiar, but she couldn't quite place it, she did know it had been a long time since she'd heard this sound. She followed it, on and off, until she found it wedged between her bed and her night stand. It was her cellphone. She didn't have any friends... not real ones. No one that used to call her, still had her number.

"Must be a wrong number," as she put her phone down, and started typing out her English assignment. Her phone started ringing again, she ignored it... again... again... and again. She answered it, and she was sure whoever was on the other end, would know she was irritated. "What?"

"Veronica?" the voice on the other end asked... Not a wrong number then... but who could it be? Trixie made sure no one talked to her, that no boys talked to her.

"What?" she asked again, irritation still in her voice.

"Ahh I recognize the sarcasm... Hey Veronica, it's Timmy." She pulled the phone away from her ear and looked at it... then put it back to her ear, wondering why Timmy was calling her... and how did he know her number.

"Couple questions. First, what do you want? Second, how do you have my number, and third, what do you want?"

"First and second are the same question. And back when I was in love with that brat, I called you a lot to try to get her number."

"And First and Third?" She didn't just sound irritated, she was irritated.

"Oh, well. I just wanted to know what was up." This had to be some sort of a joke Trixie was playing. And using Timmy against her was cruel, even by Trixie standards.

"Look I don't know what kinda game you and Trixie are playing... but I'm not falling for it." She hung up the phone. She didn't know what this sick joke was... but she didn't expect that Timmy would help Trixie with making her miserable... she thought he was really caring towards everyone. It seemed she was wrong.