I walked through the halls of Degrassi High with my hand holding on to my messenger bag. I went to my locker and opened it. I looked at K.C. He was obviously mad about accusing him of hitting Connor. I looked over at Reese who was goofing off with his friends. He caught my eye and smiled. I snapped my attention back to my locker. I looked at K.C. again.

"I'm sorry K.C. I didn't mean what I said," I bit my lip, hoping he would accept my apology. He deeply sighed and faced me.

"I know, it's just that I hate having this new reputation about being a… bad kid," he said.

"You're not a bad kid, K.C., everyone knows that."

"Tell that to Reese and everyone else."

"Reese is a jerk so don't pay attention to him."

"Really? You seem to look interested in him lately."

"But I'm not. K.C. you know I like you."

"And I like you too, so let's just move on, okay?" K.C. smiled at me. I smiled back. We continued on to class. He grabbed my hand. I smiled even wider. During class, I turned to K.C.

"So does this mean we're going out?" I whisper.

"You can say that," K.C. says. I smiled.

Around lunch time, I was on my way to the M.I. lab to work on my project. I see Reese leaning on the doorway. He nodded and smiled at me.

"Uh, Reese, what are you doing here…?" I asked nervously.

"Chillin'. You?"

"Um, I'm just coming in to work on my project," I walked inside the room and set my bag down.

"You know, Clare, I was wondering if I can get to know you better," Reese walked inside the room.

"Um, I kinda have a boyfriend now."

"Doesn't mean we can't be friends," Reese said.

"Yeah, we can be friends," I say.

"So, uh, who's your boyfriend? Lemme guess, K.C.?" I turn towards him.

"How do you know?"

"It's way too obvious. What do you see in him?"

"Look, I know you and K.C. don't like each other, but I just need to get this off my chest. K.C. isn't a bad kid, and I know you might think that, but it's only because you don't know him," I say.

"Who said I thought K.C. was a bad kid?" Reese asks.

"Well, everyone thinks that now," I say.

"Who said that?" Reese asks.

"Well, K.C. did…" I trail off. Reese half-laughs.

"Well, whatever, I'm sure not everyone thinks that. K.C.'s pretty smart and he's lucky to have a girl like you," Reese smiles and walks away. I look at him. He sure does know how to make someone feel special…

That night, I sat in my room thinking about K.C. and Reese. K.C's nice, cute, smart, charming… Reese has a nice smile… Good sense of humor… Knows how to make girl feel special… Sweet… Oh no, I think I'm starting to be torn between two guys.