A/N: So, I decided to take a break from ContestShipping and write some CavalierShipping. This is my second lapse into my CavalierShipping high. I hope you like this one. In my opinion, it holds promise…

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon…or the characters.

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{1} Chapter 1: Cool Off {1}

"I can't believe you said that, Paul! You're such a jerk!" Dawn shrieked at her boyfriend.

"And I can't believe that you're so vain that you actually care!" Paul retorted coldly. He never got mad, but the cold, gray fire Dawn saw in his eyes said otherwise.

"Well, you're my boyfriend! What do you expect?" she replied, folding her arms. She and Paul were having yet another fight. It seemed as though they fought about everything nowadays. Dawn was starting to forget why she began to date him in the first place.

With that, she walked away from him. Both of them needed time to cool off. This had been one of their worst fights yet…

Gary Oak was bored again. He was sitting in Calculus class, trying not to fall asleep. He usually only paid attention during AP Biology, which was next period—and the only reason he even cared was because his grandpa taught that class.

He sighed. He had a crush on the head cheerleader, but he was nothing but a loser…sort of. Sure, he was a wide receiver on the varsity football team, and he was captain of the basketball team, but the girl he loved was only a sophomore—and he was a junior. Even so, Dawn was way out of Gary's league, especially considering they were best friends. Sure, Gary had so many fangirls that their screams often haunted his nightmares, but since he got so much female attention, people thought he was a playboy.

Gary felt a tap on his shoulder, which interrupted his rambling thoughts, and turned. It was Drew, one of Gary's best friends. Drew and Ash were two of the few people Gary could even consider hanging out with. Well, Gary also hung out with Kenny, but they weren't all that friendly with each other, especially because Kenny was madly in love with Dawn.

Drew smirked at Gary and pointed at the person sitting in the seat in front of him. It was Paul, Dawn's annoying boyfriend who showed no emotions. Seriously, it was really creepy.

Drew was the smart, smug, obnoxious type. In fact, Gary and Drew were friends almost exclusively because of how similar they were. Drew was great at everything he tried. He was the quarterback (and obviously the captain) on the football team; he was the captain of the soccer team; he played point guard in basketball; he was the star pitcher in baseball; he was in all AP classes; he played the piano, guitar, violin, cello, clarinet, alto saxophone, and organ; he had the second highest IQ in the region (second only to Gary himself); and he could ski and snowboard better than just about anyone. Moreover, Drew had more fangirls than he could count (and considering Drew had such a high IQ, that's a lot of fans). However, he only had eyes for one girl—who despised him.

Gary rolled his eyes at his friend. For a guy like Drew, messing with people was fun. Drew knew full well that Dawn's skater boyfriend Paul was in this class, and it seemed as though he was doing everything he could to make Paul notice.

It was funny, though; Dawn, a cheerleader, was dating Paul, a punk/skater. In Gary's opinion, he would be much better suited to date Dawn—especially because of their social status, and Drew knew full well that Gary and Dawn belonged together, so, unbeknownst to Gary, he'd come up with a plan to set them up…

Drew also knew that Gary's other friend Ash wasn't in this class to stand up for the brown-haired teen. Ash was the stupid, carefree nice guy of the group. He played hockey, soccer, baseball (where he was the pitcher), and football. He was a junior, too, and he was a pretty popular guy (just like Drew and Gary were).

He and his "friend" Misty both were in Algebra this year. He and Misty often fought and verbally abused each other—with Misty often hitting him with things. Yet, they were too stupid to accept the fact that they were madly in love with each other. Gary could understand it from someone as stupid as Ash, but from Misty? She really wasn't all that dense.

"Mr. Oak? Do you have the answer to number fifteen?" asked the teacher, snapping Gary abruptly from his thoughts.

"What?" Gary jumped about three feet into the air.

The entire class erupted in laughter—with the exception of Drew (because they were friends) and Paul (he doesn't laugh).

"Pay attention, Oak," Professor Elm said. "I might've been a student of your grandfather's before, but now, you're my student, and as such, you have to listen to and respect me! You have after school detention for a week for your lack of respect," he finished.

Then, the bell rang. "Your homework's on the board. Class dismissed,"

The class instantly left the room. Drew gave Gary a sympathetic look and left the room. Before Gary could stand up from his seat, Professor Elm spoke to him.

"Oh, and Mr. Oak, I expect you to be in this classroom at three thirty this afternoon. Don't be late," he said with a small smile.

"But sir!" Gary argued. "I have football practice today,"

"And?" Professor Elm looked unmoved.

"And detention is for an hour and a half. Football starts at four. I'll be late," said Gary. He didn't even bother to add the fact that he'd been late to football practice the day before, too; just because they called him a player and he didn't like it doesn't mean that he wasn't one. He'd been messing around with one of his groupies. It was nothing serious, though.

"Well, it's not my problem you weren't paying attention today," said Professor Elm, erasing the whiteboard for the next class. "I'll see you at three thirty, Oak," he said dismissively.

Gary left the classroom, grumbling. He held a detention slip in his hand, and he knew that his grandpa wouldn't be happy about that. Hopefully, Coach Lance would understand. Lance was a cool guy—and the football coach. He was young, and he was usually pretty lenient, especially with Gary. He also insisted that his team call him Lance or Coach Lance and not by his last name (no one actually knew it).

Drew had been waiting for him outside the classroom. They walked to Gary's locker in silence; Gary's discussion with Professor Elm had been long enough for Drew to grab his books (not to mention tease May; her locker was next to his). May was the captain of the girl's varsity soccer team, and she was a cheerleader. She was also a figure skater, and Drew often teased her about how a klutz like her could even balance on ice skates.

"So, couldn't get out of detention, huh?" Drew asked finally. As the football captain, Drew was mad that his star wide receiver would be an hour late for practice, but he knew better than to argue with Professor Elm.

"Nope," said Gary, casting his eyes down.

"Hey, dudes. Why so glum, Gary?" asked Ash, coming up to his locker. His locker was next to Gary's on the left.

"Gary got detention," Drew said with a smirk. Then, he did something that never failed to make his fangirls swoon—and irritate Gary to his wits' end. He flipped his chartreuse hair. It was the most obnoxious habit, in Gary's opinion; after all, there was no need for Drew to show off his naturally green and shiny—not to mention perfectly tousled—hair.

"Ouch. What for?" Ash asked, his chocolate eyes shining with concern.

"Stupid Professor Elm gave it to me because I wasn't paying attention in class," Gary said, slamming his locker shut.

"That seems like a good reason to me," Ash said uncertainly.

Drew chuckled; even he knew that it was a bad thing to bug Gary when he was in one of his moods, and he and Gary had just met at the beginning of high school. Ash and Gary, however, knew each other since elementary school.

Then, before Gary could blow up at Ash, a locker slammed shut on his other side. Gary turned, as did his friends, to find Dawn furiously slamming her locker. Drew winked at Gary and pulled a very confused Ash away.

"Oh, come on, you dullard. Let's give them their time alone. Meanwhile, I'll show you how to bug Misty while I bug May," said Drew.

Ash followed him, shrugging. "See ya 'round, Gary…We'll just leave you two alone," he said, winking.

Drew elbowed his idiotic friend in the stomach.

"Ouch, that hurt!" Ash said indignantly. As they walked away, Gary heard Ash say, "What does dullard mean, Drew?"

Gary could practically picture Drew's eye roll. Then, he turned back to Dawn, who was digging through her locker, grabbing her books.

"Hey, what's up?" Gary asked. Suddenly, his throat felt very dry. His heart started beating at a hundred miles per hour. He, THE Gary Oak, felt nervous.

Dawn turned. Her brows were furrowed cutely, and her blue eyes were tearstained. She was wearing her cheerleading uniform, but she didn't look very cheery.

"Another fight, huh?" Gary asked, already knowing what was wrong.

Her face broke into a teary smile. "You know me so well, Gary," she whispered.

"Well, I'm your best friend; what do you expect?" he asked, giving her a winning smile.

Much to his satisfaction, Dawn blushed slightly. "But, no need to worry. I'm sure Paul and I'll make up, and everything'll be back to normal," said Dawn, always the optimistic one. For once, Gary wished she wasn't so positive.

"So, from the sounds of it, it was just a minor fight," Gary said, his beating heart calming down. He was pissed that he couldn't be with her, but he wanted Dawn to be happy, and if that freak Paul made her happy, so be it.

"It was pretty bad," Dawn admitted, her blue eye darkening.

Gary patted her shoulder. "Call me tonight, and we'll talk about it, okay?" he asked.

"Alright. See you at lunch, Gary," she said.

Gary raised an eyebrow. Ever since Dawn had started dating Paul, she'd been sitting at his table with the punks—and Brendan. Just as Paul was the bane of Gary's existence, Brendan was the bane of Drew's. He and the white-haired teen (seriously, did he have, like, an aging disorder, or something?) competed for May's attention since the beginning of high school (Drew was an exchange student from LaRousse City).

"You wanna sit with my friends and me, Dawn?" Gary asked in surprise.

Dawn cast her eyes down. "Well, if that's okay with you…I'm not really ready to face him yet," she admitted.

"Of course. I'll see you at lunch then—and don't forget to call me tonight," Gary said over his shoulder. Then, as if on cue, the bell rang.

Dawn closed her locker, feeling satisfied for some reason. She and Gary had been friends since elementary school, and she had been getting worried that she and Gary were drifting apart. She felt like the more time she spent with Paul, the less time she'd spent with her other friends.

She smiled to herself and walked down the hall, only to crash into Paul. His gray eyes flamed, and his mouth twisted into a scowl.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" he spat.

"Really? Look who's talking!" Dawn retorted.

"That's your best comeback?" Paul challenged.

"You're such a jerk!" she screamed.

"You keep saying that," Paul said coldly.

"You know what?" Dawn snarled, a thought coming to her.

"What?"

"I don't have to deal with this anymore! We're over!" she yelled. Then, she pushed her way through the crowd that had formed in the hallway.

Paul growled and ran off in the opposite direction, fists balled up. As he stalked away, he punched the nearest locker.

"Looks like the head cheerleader isn't very cheery," Drew said, his arrogant voice sounding above the rest of the chatter.

Gary would've retaliated, but at that moment, a bunch of squealing fangirls crowded around Drew, telling him how clever and amazing he was. Gary grinned to himself. Sometimes, the universe just gives you one. First, the breakup with Paul, now sweet revenge on Drew; this day was just getting better and better. Gary almost wanted to chase Dawn and make sure she was okay, but he figured she needed some time to cool off…


A/N: So, how'd you like the first chapter? I said I was going to try some CavalierShipping, so I decided to write this!

*Also, I won't be updating this story until I get at least 5 reviews.* That doesn't seem like asking too much, does it?