Chapter 6: Having Status is awesome

As we entered the school, I made a quick beeline for the washroom.

I didn’t care that it was the smoking one, I just needed to shove a bunch of toilet paper in my ass to get through Language class.

Luckily, no one was smoking, though it did reek of a unique combo of weed, cigarettes, and various flavors of vape.

Quick stop in the stall, a whole bunch of toilet paper, then out for class.

As I entered the classroom, I saw Peter sitting in the middle but I didn’t walk to him.

Instead, I moved to the second last row, at the very edge.

I was going to sit with my fellow Somebodies.

Peter gave me the thumbs up as I glanced at him.

Language class was boringly awesome.

The other tiered students accepted me in their ranks.

As the bell rang, I again waited for Peter.

“Dude.” Peter said.

“Dude.” I commented and gave him a high five.

This class proved it, I was officially Tier 3.

“Hey, I think I might try the chess club after school today.” Peter said to me.

He was a very good chess player.

However, he crumbles under the slightest bit of pressure.

“You know you have to enter competitions.” I reminded him.

“Dude.” He said, telling me to shut the fuck up, he had to at least try to be as awesome as me.

“Go for it.” I replied.

Yesterday, I would have totally tried to talk him out of it. But he was good enough to make the team and it was worth the shot. That little 5k run this morning has already changed my life.

“What if I fail?” He asked, concerned.

Again, yesterday, I would have been thinking the same as him. I would have been thinking about failure and all the ways it could go wrong.

“Dude, what if you don’t?” I countered.

I was tier 3.

If I could do it, Peter could also rise up the ranks.

“A girl touched my junk this morning. Flesh to flesh. I sat with the Somebodies in the last class. Think about it, if you make it onto the chess club, you would be tier 2. Pussy would be flying at you from all over the place. You have to try.” I gave him the pep talk.

I knew that if he could get over his nerves, he would rock it.

“Ok, I will.” Peter sounded determined.