Shawn scratched his head and got out of the car. His father wasn't home at the moment, which made him feel relieved. "Uh, mainly people in general. Actually, when I hear them talking, it's not about us, it's about them. About what color the preops are getting their nails done, and how much the jocks can lift." He shrugged, and walked to the front door, and grabbed the key from under the placemat. "Feel free to com in." He welcome, glancing at Evangeline. "The populars just try to avoid us as much as possible."