[Private to Self, Hackable]
...Nai's gone.
It's like, probably for the best. He'll be safer, and...
[His voice breaks, and so does he, a little. After a moment, he collects himself, and does something stupid to distract himself, which brings us right to...]
[Public]
Okay, like, you know what? Screw all this stuff about being losers or jocks or whatever! It's like, the people running around like they own the place, getting off on putting people down or whatever? They're the real losers, and if they think I'm gonna pretend they're half the hot shit they think they are, they've so got another thing coming!
[This, I believe, would be the other losers' cue to try and save him from his own big mouth, or the jocks' cue to visit on him the violence (apparently) due to a scrawny, mouthy little thing who doesn't always speak English or dress according to gender norms. Poland might be a loser, for this event, but he's never a quitter.]