I own nothing, nothing at all. And if your wondering, this did actually happen to me. Except Carlisle wasn't there. *sigh…* I will post more chapters later.

I am different. Yes, I am aware. I just had taken my diferentialality to a new level. Did I seriously just do that? Sit in squirrel crap? Really? Of all things to sit in. Of all people. Of all people to be in front of. Yes, My crush just saw me sit in squirrel poop. Tim. Tim looked disgusted.

I mean I would have laughed. I really would have, I know how to laugh at myself! Just not today. Today sucked serious squirrel balls. I smell bad, I flunked a math test, and my mom and I had gotten in another fight this morning. And of course, I have to go ask the nurse to get this crap off of me.

The good thing about going to a small catholic school in Virginia is that I'm actually known by teachers, lunch ladies, and nurses. I see miss Lovett a lot. I mean A LOT…its not my fault balls are attracted to my mouth. Its not my fault that one time a foot ball hit me so hard that my retainer cracked. Its not my fault I've developed the reputation that my mouth is a "ball magnet". I didn't expect to be exposed to this at a catholic school…I didn't expect a lot of things today. Like the fact that instead if miss. Lovett at the nurse station, there was a young god man reading a book. Whoa. Am I imagining things? BLINK. BLINK. Nope, he's real, and looking at me.

"Can I be at your service?" The gorgeous blonde man asked.

"Uhhh, I'm sorry, I was just wondering if Mrs. Lovett was here…" I trailed off.

"Well, I'm subbing for her this week, she is on a cruise" He said articulately.

"Oh." was all I could mange out. He was beautiful, with blond hair pushed back out of his beautiful, pale, chiseled face.

"So can I help you in some way? Are you hurt?" He asked, curiosity in his voice.

"umm, its fine…"

"You didn't come here for nothing" he inquired knowingly.

"Well yes, but its no problem…."

"It's fine, just tell me if you would like." he pushed.

"Well um, I was just outside, a- and, I um sat, in, in squirrel poop." I managed to stutter out. He looked at me for a moment, smiled, and spat out a beautiful laugh. I felt my face burn up and prayed it wasn't as red as it felt.

"well I think I can do something about that." he said after recovering from his heavenly chuckle. I managed a shy smile as he walked over to a cupboard and picked up a small bottle that said "Blood Remover." I smiled, what is supposed to clean blood of a third grader's nose bloodied shirt is being used by the most beautiful man the earth has ever seen to remove some squirrel poop off of an eighth grader's plaid uniform skirt. As I said, I am different. Only this would happen to me. I managed a smile and a giggle and he joined with a pitying smile. Awkward? Yes.

"Hey, you know, when you work at the hospital, there's a lot more embarrassing things for people to deal with than this…" He started. "Trust me," I giggle once more and wondered what my friends would have to say about this.

Maybe today wasn't so bad….