wrong side of the tracks.

Maddison sat down in her assigned seat in her history class. She was early for class as she always tense to me, nervously fiddling with her small gold cross that she always wore aeound her neck. The brunette had a habit of playing with it when she was nervous or was bored.

Zacky followed Jimmy into history class, making his way to the back row of seats, but stopped short of sitting down when the teacher called his name. "Mr. Baker, front row," she said. "I will no longer allow you to fail my class." He rolled his eyes as some of the other students snickered quietly and he made his way to the front row, sitting next to a girl who was fingering her necklace. He gave her one look over and sat down, plopping his books down on the desk.

Maddison chewed on her lip nervously as she glanced at the boy who sat next to her. She knew he was one of the bad boys in school. She didn't know his name but she knew he hung out with his friends that lived on the poor side of towns, causing trouble by the train tracks and wherever else they went.

Zacky could feel her eyes on him, but he didn't look at her. He didn't make time for squares like her. He leaned back in his seat, rubbing his temples and sighing heavily. He really wished the teacher had let him stay in the back. Now she could see every move he made and he had nobody to talk to.

Maddison began taking notes when the teacher started her lesson, glancing over at the Baker boy sitting besides her every once in a while. She heard the teacher call out her name, the brunette blushing as she answered the question the teacher had asked with ease. The teacher smiled before casting a glance at Zack. "Mr. Baker maybe you should study with Ms. Spencer. She's passing the class with remarkable grades."

Zacky looked up, raising an eyebrow and shaking his head. "I think I'll pass, thank you," he mumbled, looking down at the paper he'd been doodling on for the past ten minutes. He'd drawn one of the guitars he'd seen in the window of the music shop the other day. He'd always wanted one, but could never afford it.

Maddison looked at the doodle Zack had been drawing, in awe of how realistic it looked. She began playing with her necklace with her free hand as her other hand continued writing notes as the teacher spoke. The teacher talked the entire class, dismissing them and telling them to have a good weekend since it was Friday and history was their last class of the day. Maddison put all her notebooks in her bag, slinging her bag over her shoulder and stopped to look at Zack's drawing again. "Are you drawing the cherry red Les Paul that's at the music shop," she asked him.

Zacky looked up and his brows furrowed as he saw the girl standing in front of his desk. "Uh, yeah," he mumbled, standing up and closing his notebook. He placed it into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. How would she even know what that is? Girls like her didn't listen to music like he did. "It's just a drawing," he mumbled as he walked out of the classroom.

Maddison walked out of class, wanting to talk to the boy more. She didn't know why but apart of her wanted to get to know him better. She felt like even though him and his friends were trouble makers they were extremely misunderstood.

Zacky caught up with Jimmy after class, following him out to his car. They met up with Matt and Brian out by the cars. Johnny had stayed home sick today with the flu or something, so Matt had to go home and help his mom cook some chicken soup for them. Zacky honestly felt bad for Matt. His parents had always forced him to try and be a goody-two-shoes, but that wasn't what he wanted.

Maddison looked over at Zack and his friends as she and one of her friends began walking home. The nicer part of town was closer to school so the brunette was able to walk home very easily.

After Matt departed, Brian and Zacky got into Jimmy's car and Jimmy began driving them home. He slowed once he reached the two girls walking home, rolling his window down and started hollering at them. Zacky shook his head. "They're going to call the cops, dumbass," he hissed, slapping Jimmy's arm. He groaned when Brian joined in.

Maddison noticed her friend's body tensing as one of Zack's friends started cat calling to them. The brunette told her friend to keep walking hom, Melissa hesistating before she agreed and began speed walking home. Maddison moved so she was in the street in front of the car, wanting to confront the tall boy about his catcalling.

When Jimmy went to get out of the car, Zacky stopped him and climbed out himself. He walked over to the girl. "I apologize for my friend," he said. "But if you would please move, we have places to be."

"I want to talk to your friend about what he did," Maddison stated. "Then I'll move."

"There's no point," Zacky said, folding his arms over his chest. "He'll just make things worse, trust me, I know him."

Madison moved past Zack and stood by the passenger door that Jimmy was at. "You made may friend veey uncomfortable," she stated. "She's more sensitive than some people so go ahead and do whatever you want if its other girls or me but not Melissa."

"Oh, well excuse me, Miss," Jimmy snorted.

Zacky frowned and walked over, grabbing Maddison's arm and pulling her away.

Maddison pulled away from Zacky and walked back over to Jimmy. "I'll give you money if you leave her alone," she stated. "Just please leave her alone. Her mommy just died and her daddy is being mean because of it."