Briarwood Academy

English Class

Wednesday, February 18th

2:45 p.m.

Derrick Harrington was sitting in English class which was the last class of the day. The only thing on his mind was his girlfriend, Massie Block, whom he called Block, and how he was going to be at Lake Placid with her in less than a week. Thinking of Block he took the chance to text her since he already ignoring Mrs. Bruni's lesson on appositives. Anyway. (A/N: She was my seventh grade teacher I had to put Brundawg in here(: )

Derrick: Placid is gonna rule, fool!

He wished he could think of something better to say, but that was all he could think of. Hopefully she would text back.

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Finally the last bell, now it would be time for soccer, he thought, just as he collided with his best friend, Cam Fisher.

"Dude! Watch it!" Cam yelled. He was in a bad mood lately because only last Friday he Claire, his former girlfriend, who is also a member of the Pretty Committee (Block's group of friends), and Josh, new guy from Hotchkiss who's on the soccer team with us and kind of in our gang, kissing after the soccer game, which we lost.

"Cool it Fisher"

"Sorry dude. You know I've been in a bad mood lately because of Josh. He makes me so pissed! I could swear he was texting Claire last period. I have no idea if she texted back, but I know that he at least tried to talk to her!"

"Dude, chill. You don't know if Claire likes him for sure anyway."

"Well isn't it kinda obvious since I SAW THEM KISSING!"

"You still don't know for sure anyways we have to get to soccer practice, we can't be late for practice 'cuz coach is still mad about us losing on Friday. I still can't believe we're still playing soccer. Why did coach have to sign us up for a stupid tournament. I like soccer as much as the next guy but come on, this is too much soccer!"

"Whatever let's just go."

Briarwood Academy

Soccer Field

Wednesday, February 18th

3:30 p.m.

Cam dribbled down the field letting out all his anger. He felt unstoppable. He was well aware of coach yelling at him to pass the ball, but only a few more feet to the net and as he reach it, he kicked the ball as hard as he could and…

BAM

The next thing he knew he was grinning from ear to ear as Josh bent over as if he was gonna throw up from the force of the ball hitting him in the gut.

"FISHER!" he turned and saw the coach yelling his name. The grin on his face was gone, his whole team was glaring at him.

"Yeah coach?" he asked as if he had not been aware of what just happened.

"I'M NOT AN IDIOT, FISHER! WHAT EVER PROBLEM YOU HAVE WITH HOTZ STAYS OFF THE SOCCER FIELD! DO YOU HEAR ME?"

"Yeah coach."

"NOW GO RUN 5 LAPS!"

"Hmmmp," he sighed.

"HOTZ, TAKE 5 AND GO WALK IT OFF!" he heard his coach yell as he ran off to start his 5 laps.

Josh's House

The Living Room

Wednesday, February 18th

4:30 p.m.

"I'M HOME!" Josh yelled as he walked in the door. He was still sore from getting hit in the stomach by Cam. He had no idea what he did to make Cam so mad, but he hoped he could fix it. Then it hit him. Claire. Claire was the reason Cam was so mad at him. He never seemed the same after he caught me kissing Claire right after the game. I thought he was over Claire, but I guess not. Oh well, I'm not giving her up now. I've been longing for more ever since that kiss. I can still taste her strawberry lip gloss.

"Hi honey. How was practice?" his mom asked as he came in.

"Fine." Josh lied, he didn't want to tell his mom 'cuz then she would call Mrs. Fisher and he was not going to let that happen!

"That's good. Now get ready for dinner, we're eating at five."

"Okay ma."