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“So lets hear it” The voice on the other end rang out and I rubbed my eyes slightly still not fully awake.

“Aw come on Lia its too early for this shit.” I mumbled contemplating hanging up on her but I could never do that. She was my best friend. As nutty as she was I loved her. Every morning she would call me and have me tell her my dream from the night before. She read somewhere that dreams were the key to your subconscious. Why she wanted in my subconscious I don’t know. She was weird like that. But she wasn’t going to let me go with out hearing it… “Ok fine I was dreaming that I was on 'singled out' and Jenny McCartney kept putting these fucked up categories on the board!" I told her shifting the phone in my ear a little as I stretched out in my bed. It was 7:30 in the fucking morning. I only had about an hour and a half before school was going to start.

"Like what?" Lia asked yawning a little. She apparently wasn’t fully awake either but she didn’t need to be. Lia didn't go to the same school as me. She was always in so much trouble. Her parents had sent her to the school for 'troubled youth', which started an hour later. "Elle? Are you still there? I'm not hanging up! I'll come over there if I have to and pry it out of you!" she laughed.

"I'm here” I sighed. And she wasn’t kidding. She took this whole dream analysis thing very seriously. A little too seriously if you ask me… “Well the first category was like 'do you want a guy who will cheat and not tell you or a guy who will cheat and tell you' and I was like ‘oh Jenny, I'd really like a guy who wont cheat at all’. And she started laughing at me, and all then all the guys walked off the stage" I told her stretching a little as I remembered.

Lia just laughed "That's fucked up!, but you know what you give is what you get Elle!"

"You know what? I'm not in the mood for this Lia- are you gonna analyze me now." I kinda snapped at her… I didn't mean to but I knew what she getting at. Paul Johnson and I had been dating for almost 2 years. He was on the football team and on the wrestling team. He wasn't the captain or anything but he was really well liked. He had stayed back and was now a grade behind me, and we really didn't have many of the same friends, or any of the same classes. Most people at school didn't even know we were dating which was a good thing seeing as how I was cheating on him on all summer. Not with anyone in particular mind you. I liked to go out and party and I usually ended up with some guy. I always felt guilty about it and Lia knew that.

“Um yeah of course I'm gonna analyze you!” I hear Lia laugh, her pencil scribbling away fiercely in the background. ”What the fuck you think I'm writing all this crap down for?” She tells me.

“Well what do you think it means then?” I say stupidly.

"Well, lets just say Elle, if I was a guy I wouldn't date you, I'd probably bolt off the singled out stage too!" Lia laughs and I rolled my eyes a little…"Oh wait are you coming over today?"

"Maybe, I'll call you later." I tell her before we hang up.

I got up and went through my closet. You would think that I would have picked out something to wear for the first day of school like everyone does, but honestly I forgot. I settled on a pair of blue jeans and a tight white v neck t-shirt. I started to put on my make-up and fuss with my hair. It came down past my shoulders and was still wavy on the ends from a perm I was trying to grow out. I had it parted to the side, tucked behind my ear. I had on heavy black eyeliner and light pink lipstick, and a huge pair of silver hoop earrings. Not bad I thought as took a final look before leaving the house. I mean maybe if I got up earlier, but whatever. It doesn't even matter. I never dressed to impress anyone.

I grabbed my cigarettes and my oversized purse bag and headed down the block. The school was only a block away. Thank God I didn't have to take the bus I thought to myself as I walked slowly. My heels clicking along the pavement… I was half way up the block when I pulled out my cigarettes. It was going to be a long day. And then I saw the small bag tucked inside it. It was just a little bit of angel dust left over from the weekend. Lia and I would sprinkle it in our joints for a little extra kick. I really shouldn’t be bringing drugs to school I thought, and it would be a shame to waste it. So I scooped it up in my pinkie nail and inhaled it. By the time I got to the corner I was flying and my cigarette was done. Perfect timing too because Paul was standing by the school gate waiting for me.

"Hey baby" he said scooping me up in his arms giving me a deep kiss. "Fuck I missed you." He said as he put me back down. I just smiled at him…Fuck. I hadn't seen Paul all summer. And I did miss him too… Every summer he went to stay at his dad's house in Chicago. His parents had divorced when he was 9.

"Hey how was your flight back?" I asked him as he took my hand. He shrugged a little as we started walking into the school. “That good huh?” I smirked as he stopped in the doorway and looked down at me. He was looking into my eyes. Deep in my eyes actually. Sort of squinting now, and I felt my blood pressure rise. Oh God he knew what I did!! He could tell. He had to have! I started to freak out, imagining excuse I could come up with. Paul hated me doing drugs. I mean he was no choir boy himself but he did them on the weekends. He sure knew how to party but it was weekends only. Where I was more at the point of needing them everyday to just cope.

"Uh honey" he whispered leaning into me.

"Yeah” I gulped nervously.

"Don't wear so much eye shadow. You're so pretty you don't need it." He said and he kissed my nose. I let out a sigh of relief in the form of a small giggle. "Why what did you think I was going to say?" He laughed a little, noticing my behavior change.

"Oh nothing. I. um… “ I stuttered. “You know what I've gotta go baby- I didn't bring my schedule I don't even know what homeroom I'm in! I'll see you at lunch" I said quickly and took off down the hall alone. I hate this place I thought as I headed for the guidance office. I was so glad this was the last year Id have to go through this shit. School does not prepare you for life. Nothing does. I though to myself as I entered the guidance office.

"And your name is what?" The woman at the desk repeated. Holy crap is she asking me this again? Or am I just so fucked up I cant follow the conversation?

"My name is Michelle Waller" I said and she just looked at me. "W-a-l-l-e-r.” I spelt it out for her slowly and she just continued to stare at me… “Look, I just need to know where to go". I said a little exasperatedly. The woman sighed and pulled a paper from the printer.

"Schedules are sent home before school starts for a reason dear." She said looking down at me. "Do not lose this one. I will not print you another one." She says holding the paper out to me precariously.

"Ok, thank you" I managed to mumble back with as much sincerity as I could muster. I looked down at the sheet she gave me. Oh man, the writing was so small and it looked like it was moving. Focus Elle, I thought to myself leaning against the doorway.

"What was your name again?" I hear the woman at the desk say again I nearly jumped out of my skin... Was she seriously asking me that again? Didn’t we just do this? I spun around and say she wasn’t talking to me. There was a large blonde guy at the desk now. I don't know why I didn't see him when I walked in.

"Bob Bryar" he says to her. The woman raised an eyebrow. "uh..I mean Robert Bryar..uh..I transfered..um.from Chicago.... ma'am." he stammered. I didn't realize I was staring at him until he smiled at me. Boy he was cute. Looked like maybe a football player. Hmm. Cute but could be trouble. Paul was a football player too… I better stay away from him I thought as I turned and walked out and headed towards my first class. It was called PHOTOG_ART RM12. One of the only perks of being a senior. Filling in your schedule with electives. This one is learning compositional photography. Ha ha. A real valuable life skill right? I laughed to myself as I headed down the hall. Aw fuck… I was already late to my first class on the first day of school. But -here we go I thought as I opened the door....

The photography room was in the farthest corner of the school. The classroom was set up more like a science lab then a classroom, with big rectangular group tables. There was a dark room in the back and the walls were lined with closets. As I walked in I looked around for familiar faces. There were only about 12 kids in the class. The teacher was Mr. Edwards. He was a rough looking man who looked more suited to be teaching gym not photography.

"You must be Miss Waller" he huffed a little as I walked in. "And youre late. But go ahead and take a seat next to Mr. Way" He growled and I nodded.

Alphabetical order! Who the fuck came up with this? I mean honestly in the real world are things assigned alphabetically? I think not. I walked over and sat down next to Gerard Way. As I sat he shifted his weight away from me and leant his head on his hands on the table. Across the table from us was a scrawny kid with curly red hair and a dumb expression. Looked like he was a freshman. You could always tell a freshman.

Next to him was Emily Matthews. I smiled at her and she ignored me. Oh yeah I fooled around with her boyfriend ..I thought to myself. But come on now Emily that was like in the sixth grade. Get over it already… God what a bitch! Next to her was an empty chair. To my right was a baby faced blonde girl. I think she was a sophomore. I couldn't remember her name, but I know I know it. She was staring across the room at...Oh fuck! It was Frankie Iero. Sitting well, actually spinning around on the teachers’ oversized stool. Frankie was a class clown of sorts.

"Can I go back to my seat now?" Frankie whined. Mr. Edwards shook his head no. Then Frankie said something under his breath but I couldn't hear what it was. Some people laughed. Mr. Edwards turned a little red.

"That's it Frankie" he said ripping a pink slip from his book and handing it to Frankie. Frankie looked down. He knew what that was.

"Off to the Office I go!" he proclaimed and crumbled up the slip tossing it at Gerard as he left. It bounced off Gerard hit me and then landed on the floor. Mr. Edwards started freaking out.

I didn’t have time to watch Mr. Edwards make Frankie pick it up as amusing as it was. I needed to figure out where to go next because the class was almost over. I looked down at my schedule on the desk. The words were coming more into focus now. But they still didn't make any sense. Frankie mumbled some kind of an apology for hitting me and Gerard and then left…

He kinda distracted me for a second…. When I looked back up Mr. Edwards was handing out cameras. You had to sign for them as they were very valuable blah, blah, blah, he carried on. I wasn't listening. Where the fuck was my next class? Fuck.. Maybe I should just go home and try this again tomorrow. Can you go home sick on the first day of school?

"Wow. I've never seen someone stare at the same paper for so long!" a voice said but I couldn’t tell if they were being sarcastic or not. I looked up. It was Gerard. Was he talking to me? He brushed the hair out of his eyes and leaned over to see what I was looking at so intensely.

"This doesn't make any sense!" I tried to explain. "I don't even know where to go next." I said a little frustratedly tossing my hands up in the air. He reached over and looked at my schedule and started reading from it.

"Well, this is first period..." he said and I think he was mocking me. "It's called 'Photo art'..." He says and he smirks. Now normally I would have grabbed my paper back and cursed him out, but I honestly had no clue where to go next so I just stared at him waiting for him to continue... His eyes were amazing. I never noticed them before. Well I never really saw his eyes before, always hidden behind that hair of his. He continued on… "Art?!" He laughed. "I wouldn't exactly call this class 'art',” He says and I shrug. ”Oh..ok, then you have study hall in the cafeteria…me too." He adds.

"Study hall?!" I exclaim loudly. "That’s what that was…'stuhall-ca'!! Fuck I hate abbreviations!" I muttered to myself, but I think he heard me.

"Miss Waller…"

Someone was calling my name. I looked up, and when I say up I mean directly over my head.

"Miss Waller.."

Again- what the fuck!!

"Go get your camera" Gerard nudged me. Ohhhh it was Mr. Edwards calling me and boy he looked pissed. I signed out my camera and made my way back to my chair and looked down at my schedule again. Well that took care of next period but then what? Suddenly everyone started getting up. The bell had rang I guess. Hmm, I didn't even hear it....

As I made my way into the cafeteria I was relieved to see some familiar faces. Heather saw me come in and waved me over. "Oh Ellie! You look so cute!" she squealed. Heather was a tall blonde cheerleader. Really superficial and really shallow. But she had a good heart. I've known her since the 8th grade when we were lab partners. She was sitting with Lisa (another cheerleader) and Marie. I wouldn’t really call any of these girl close friends. I mean Marie was dating Jeff, who was friends with Paul. So that’s kinda how I know her. I had nothing in common with her or with any of them really… Marie was the biggest prude I ever met. I don't know why Jeff was even dating her or why Heather hung out with her. Heather would put out, but only for college guys. None of them were into drugs. One beer and they were trashed. Heather would say that I was the craziest girl she knew but I guess she didn't know that many people…

So here we were sitting and gossiping about everyone. Or at least they were- I was only half listening to them... The other half of me was focused on a candy wrapper that was fluttering around on the cafeteria floor. It looked like it was dancing! It was so shiny… And I was so fucked up still I was mesmerized. Oooh no… someone almost stepped on it. But then the wind caught it again and it finally came to rest by a black boot. I looked up, the boot belonged to Gerard. He was sitting alone at a table in the corner drawing fiercely in a notebook. He saw me looking at him and turned away a little. So I did the same. I was still holding my schedule in my hand so I turned my eyes back to it and when I looked up again I think he kinda smirked at me. Like he knew I still couldn’t figure it out…

"Hey, let me see your schedule Elle" Heather asked snatching it from me and my focus on Gerard. She had no trouble deciphering the codes or the font and read it off quickly- next was algebra, then social studies, then lunch, English, creative drawing and last gym. “Aww, we dodn't have any more classes together.” She pouted and I gave her a weak smile. I was kinda glad. I could only take so much of Heather. I took my paper back from her and re-focused on my candy wrapper. It was now making its way towards the open door. No don't go I thought. I blinked and it was gone…


Next I made my way in to the algebra classroom. The lights were dim and the overhead projector was humming. A seating chart was shining on the chalkboard. Alphabetical! Who would've guessed! Hmmm, Waller, yes! I'm in the first seat closest to the door! But wait who was that in the seat to the left 'Way' the seating chart said. Not him again! I thought. I looked to my right there was a tall skinny kid with huge glasses. The glasses slid down to the tip of his nose and he used his pencil to push them back up. Wait a minute, maybe I'm looking at this upside down? Im suppose to be sitting next to Way again, and this kid wasn’t Gerard Way…Hmmm, I looked at the chalkboard. Behind me should be Billy Williams. Now who the hell names their kid William Williams is beyond me. But yet there he was, and I was in the seat ahead of him. So who the fuck was this next to me. I was staring blankly at him. He turned to me adjusting his glasses.

"Are you in the Way seat?" I asked him.

"What?" he replied.

"Are you in the 'way'?" I insisted.

"Am I in the way?" he asked scrunching his forehead while looking around. Holy shit I thought is he just fucking with me?!!?

"No" I said shaking my head "That seat..is for way..” I repeat and he just looked at me. “I mean..are you in the way?” I say a little worked up. “You know what just forget it..."I sigh a little. Fuck… make a mental note Elle- do not ever, and I mean ever take that shit before school again!

The guy with glasses turned back to the chalkboard. The teacher switched the screen to a practice test. a test?! On the first day of school! Is she nuts? Crap… I did pretty well; at least I thought I did. I have always been good at algebra. It was my kinda math. This letter meant this number - who cares why just fucking do it- no questions asked.

God things would be easier if no one ever asked any questions. I finished it in about 15 min and spent the rest of the time turning all the L s in my name into stick figures. After 20 minutes had passed she instructed us to exchange papers with our neighbors. I handed my paper to the glasses kid. Mikey Way his paper said on the top. I guess he was in the right seat. He passed it back to me as the bell rang.

"You got 3 wrong, and you cant draw for shit." he said and I frowned and took the paper and walked out without saying a word.

As I was heading towards the social studies room, someone came up behind me and grabbed me. I almost screamed and then I realized it was only Paul.

"Hey" he said kissing my ear and I squirmed a little. "You going to lunch next?" He says and I nodded. "All right I’ll see ya there babe." he said as he jogged down the hall leaving me in the doorway of the social studies room.... There wasn't that many kids in class yet and no seating chart on the board so I took a seat towards the back. I pulled out my notebook and started writing where my seats were so far in what class. I'd never remember all this shit tomorrow. Then the teacher started talking. Fuck…His voice was so monotone I was about to rip my ears off.

Suddenly, something fell on my notebook scaring me half to death. I was afraid to touch it. What was it? It looked like maybe a crumbled up piece of paper? But where did it come from? Fuck.. then another one fell. I looked up at the ceiling. Holy shit!! I think the ceiling is falling!! I could feel my heart pounding. I grabbed my backpack ready to make a mad dash for the door. I was just about to yell out ‘The sky is falling! Run for your lives!’ when I heard someone snickering.

I looked over my shoulder. In the next row one seat back was Ray Toro. He tossed another paper ball at me. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then I gave him a really nasty look. He stuck his tongue out at me. I ignored him. Ray Fucking Toro. I thought to myself. I should’ve figured.... Lia had a thing with his older brother last year. It didn't end so well. Usually things that involved Lia ended badly. Now she was the craziest girl I knew. Always hatched these crazy plans -Wile E. Coyote style. They usually ended up the same way the coyotes plans did. Lia getting fucked. Take that as you will.

Well, at least I was safe. The sky was not falling, and class was over.

"How’s Lia?" Ray asked as I got up to leave.

"Same” I replied plainly, laughing inside. I was imaging Ray was the roadrunner his afro flying in the wind and there was Lia with a big anvil ready to pounce....

Ahhh. Lunchtime!! One of the biggest perks about being a senior is the lunch privileges. You get to leave campus during lunch, so I guess instead of eating rotten cafeteria food you can eat what McDonalds? Is that any fucking better? Anyway the first day you must have lunch inside so they can explain the rules. I wonder if they'll do they alphabetically? or maybe to music!…now that would be cool...My thoughts wandered as I entered the cafeteria. I immediately headed to the pay phones in the back. I dialed my home number.

"Hey Bobbi-Jo, is my Grandpa awake?" I asked.

"Sure dear, hold on.." she replied. Bobbi-Jo was a sweet older lady who took care of my Grandpa. She was from the Deep South and had this really funky accent. She was also an awesome cook. She's been living with us for almost 5 years now. My Grandpa and I that is. My mom had me when she was 19. She was unmarried and my birth certificate reads father unknown. She knew who it was though. Always said she'd tell me when it was the right time. Then she ran out of time...

Those fucking HMO bastards with their rules and shit. My mom had lung cancer. In her right lung, they were treating it or so they said. Why waste money scanning her left lung? By the time they caught it- it was too late. My Grandpa sued. The stress was too much for him and he had a stroke. That's why Bobbi-Jo’s with us. The insurance finally settled, but what good is it. Most went to lawyers and the rest isn't gonna bring my mom back, or fucking tell me who my father is.

Now don't get me wrong. I'm not like one of those depressed chicks that sits around crying all day. Life sucks. Period. And the drugs just make it easier…

"Ellie?" My grandpa said slowly. His speech has gotten a lot better, but it’s still hard for me to see him so weak. I'd always looked up to him and now to hear him like this..."is ever..everything..okay?" He says snapping me back from my thoughts.

"Oh yeah papa I'm just at lunch, I wanted to check on you." I told him. Paul was walking right up to me. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. He went to say something and I put finger up to tell him to be quiet. It was so hard to hear on that crap phone.

"Lunch? I forgot to make lunch for you...Elle" he said sounding worried "Tomorrow I'm gonna make you a sandwich..."He carried on "maybe peanut...peanut butter...with jelly."

Paul was making a face at me like hurry up. I frowned and turned my back to him. "Ok papa, you know I'll be home later, okay I gotta go tell Bobbi-Jo I said bye.." and I tell him and Paul takes the phone from me and hangs it up.

Then he starts moaning about how he never gets to see me and how this is so great that we can eat lunch together, cause last year we didn’t have the same lunch and all this crap...

“Whoa! You know I'm going home for lunch Paul" I tell him and he made another face. A kinda pissed off face... "No I mean it, it means a lot to papa and to me too so just drop it." I tell him. I was serious and he knew it.

"Fine baby, I understand." he said pulling me into his arms. I knew he didn't mean it, but I didn't fucking care. I spent the whole rest of the lunch period sitting on Pauls lap listening him tell stories to his friends about Chicago.

My 'buzz' was starting to wear off, or so I thought, I wonder if I have any more powder? No Elle, pull yourself together. Maybe I'll just stop for a cigarette before the next class.I wasn’t use to this. In the summer I could smoke all day. This nicotine withdrawal was killing me. I was heading down the hall to English class when the floor started spinning. Okay maybe its not the lack of nicotine, maybe I just need some air. I went to the end of the hall and through the doors. It was starting to rain. I turned back. Motherfucker!!! the door was locked. The sticker on it read this door is lock for safety during the day. Exit only. Goddamn school safety!! Here I am a school student locked fucking out of the school. How safe is that!!!? I lit my cigarette, and stood in the door way hoping fucking hall monitor would see me smoking and open the fucking door. But no such luck.

I sat for a while. The floor had stopped spinning but the rain just kept falling. It looked so amazing. I mean drops of water falling. from the sky...I don't know how long I was sitting there. It was hypnotizing. The bell rang. Shit, I just ditched English to sit in the rain. Someone opened the door I should’ve told them it was gonna lock them out too but I didn’t. I just ducked back inside. I was walking down the hall with out paying attention and walked smack into Paul and Jeff. Like I literally walked into them.

“sorry.“ I mumbled trying to get my focus back. I wasn’t going to make it through the day like this… I smiled politely at Jeff and he smiled back at me. A lot. It was weird
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"What happened Elle" Paul asked me." did you ditch class?” He laughed a little and I shrugged.

“Did I?” I ask a little confused.

“Yeah you weren't there- I was waiting for you." He tells me.

"Oh I got locked out?" I offered as an excuse.

"Elle- you are something else babe" he said handing me his jacket. "Now put this on" He tells me and I shake my head no.

"I'm not cold." I said. Jeff was still smiling.

"Just put it on babe.." he insisted. I took his jacket hesitantly and headed to creative art. He was so weird sometimes, but it was easier to just do what he said then to argue..

I walked into the art room, Gerard was standing in the back of the room. Great I guess he's in this class too… He looked up at me as. I took off Pauls coat and hung it on the back of the seat. I don’t know what the fuck Im gonna do with his coat all day. Carry it around for him? Gerard looked at me again, then at the floor, then me again. What the hell is his problem? Am I in his seat?

"Oh my God!! Elle!!" Marie screamed pointing at my shirt. Oh now this was making sense… White shirt -out in the rain. No wonder why Jeff was smiling at me. He probably saw more of me then he ever had of Marie! I quickly put Pauls jacket back on.

Marie was shaking her head looking at me. I could only imagine what she was thinking. I wanted to explain but the teacher Miss Lee already started the class so I couldn’t... This was creative drawing I . You weren't graded on skill, just how hard you tried. Which was great caused I sucked at art. Our first project was to draw something "creative". She wanted us to use our imaginations and draw and alien from another planet. She passed out sheets of paper and put colored pencils in the center of the table. I ended up in the corner seat next to guess who...Mr. Way!

You know if I had a fucking father I wouldn't have to sit next to him all the time I thought. My dad’s last name was probably something cool. Maybe my dad was Luke Perry. I wasn’t a fan of 90210 but you didn’t have to be to dream of Luke Perry.. No,. I would want parents like Brenda Walsh's. That would be cool. Oh wait W-A-L-S-H then I'd still be sitting next to Gerard. I frowned.

Everyone else was drawing already. I stared at my blank paper. Okay a alien from a planet. Well let’s see. I need a planet. I know I'll use the moon. oooh, I can make a moon Martian!! WAIT! You know how people say the moon is made of cheese, I can make a moon mouse eating the cheesy moon. Oh Elle you are a fucking genius! I thought to myself and I started drawing. I made a giant circle for the moon and drew a mouse that kinda looked like Jerry from Tom and Jerry. I gave him a little space helmet and a piece of cheese to hold. I was so proud of my picture. Just needed a little silver on the top of the helmet. I reached for the silver pencil. Gerard reached for it at the same time. We were each holding one end. He looked at me blankly.

"I really need that" I said and he didn't let go. "No really, I just need it for like 2 seconds. I've gotta color the helmet in- and then you can have it." I explain.

Well that must've caught his attention cause he let go of the pencil and leant over to see what I was making. Beaming with pride I turned the paper so he could get a better look. His eyes widened as he pushed hair out of his eyes. He was speechless!!! I was ecstatic!

Finally he turned to me "What the FUCK is this?" He said choking on his words a bit.

He couldn't be talking about my beautiful creative art work? could he??

"Its a moon mouse" I said. Fuck. How bad is it if I have to explain it?

He turned his eyes back to my paper scanning every inch. "The moon is not a planet". he says arrogantly pushing the paper back towards me.

I began to pout. "What?" I asked. He didn't answer.

"And a fucking mouse is a real animal not an alien!" he said brushing the hair from his eyes once again.

"He's not a mouse he's a moon mouse" I said mocking his tone.

"Then why the fuck does he need a helmet?" Gerard said. It was obvious he was getting pissed. Oh well sorry we cant all be great artist like you, I thought. I looked at his picture.

"Well now, what's that suppose to be?" I asked looking over at his paper. It looked like outer space, I mean really like clouds and dust and shit and there was one evil looking eye in the center of the page. He didn't answer me. I persisted. "I mean what planet is that?" I say and he sighed a little.

"Its the outer limits" he finally said.

"Well, that's not a fucking planet either.." I declared as I turned away from him. Shifting my seat slightly to the left.

Fuck…This was going to be a long year...


Heading towards the gym I saw Paul across the hall. He was standing a little too close to skanky freshman girl. I just ignored it. He always had a lotta girls around him and I wasn't the jealous type. Or maybe I just didn't care for him that much..

Anyway Lisa was in my gym class. Which sucked. She was super athletic and super competitive, where as I was neither. After hearing about all the rules and regulations, we were supposed to pair off and play volleyball. Two against two. Well fuck, I'm not playing with Lisa. Last time I was her partner and I missed the ball she totally reamed me out… Hey there's that big blonde guy from the office. He looks like he'd be good at this. I walked up to him totally forgetting my earlier declarations of staying away from him.

"Hey there I forgot your name" I told him.

"Bob" he replied.

"Ok Bob, we're gonna be partners" I said and he cocked his head to side and smiled. I immediately looked down, my shirt was dry right? Yes.. Ok then what's with the smile? "So um, I don't play sports and I'm not about to start. You see the ball coming my way don't expect me to hit it- this is all you..." I said as I grabbed his arm and dragged him towards the net.

"Uh yeah ok." he said smiling as I handed him the ball.

Goddamn, he was pretty good at this game, and I never had to touch the ball once.

Maybe it wasnt going to be such a bad year after all...