It was another day, the sun shining brightly – way too damn early for any sane being to be up, but school was still going on no matter how tired one was and Garfield Logan was pretty damn tired. Even though he was in bed at a decent time, his mind was racing with thoughts of archery with Roy, and lunch as well as walking home with Garth.

A ton to think about. Was he… not straight? He still thought girls were pretty, but he just felt something different, when he encountered both males. Victor was a male, but a close best friend. Richard could be a douche bag, but still a decent friend… he didn't feel those weird feelings around them. So what was going on? He had a lot on his mind, in his deep thought while wondering into the school to find his locker.

He caught a glimpse of Roy in the hall, with the rest of his friends. Roy looked to him, gave a quick smile and a head nod of acknowledgement, then turned back to his prior engagement.

Rachel happened to catch up with Gar and linked arms with him. "How was archery?"

Garfield gave a wide grin, "I didn't shoot my foot and I didn't shoot myself and I got the arrow dead center in the bullseye." He told her proudly.

She narrowed her eyes. "Really? I don't believe it!" she said in a mocking tone. "No you didn't." she had the smallest hint of a smile. Of course she'd be proud of her best friend. "Make any new, snobby, archery friends?"

He chuckled, "Why? What have you heard about people who do archery?" He figured she'd go on about how she heard they were snobs, or if it was just one of Rachel's 'screw the world' days.

She shrugged. "Just assumed. Richard used to do all that stuff and he said people weren't the friendliest. Which is saying something if it came from Richard." She leaned against the locker next to Gar's as he packed his books.

He made a grab for what he'd need this morning, dropping a text book on his foot, "Ooww, motherfucker." He cursed as he bent down to pick the book up off the floor. Unknowingly Roy was still behind him, and had a clear view of his 'tight, football butt'.

Roy took that as his cue to walk over. "Hey dude." he turned to acknowledge Rachel, "And lady dude."

Rachel seemed to wave him off. She had seen him before but knew he was one of those rowdy troublemakers that she never really associated with. "Hi, Roy." she said rather dully.

But Garfield on the other hand, he gave a genuine smile. "Hey ba- uh, you." He faintly blushed and accidentally smacked his forehead off his locker and dropped another text book on his foot. The very same foot, very same spot. "That's it; I swear I want to shoot something." He said under his breath, bending over yet again to pick up his books, holding them steady this time.

Roy chuckled a bit. "Well, you can shoot things whenever you want now. Still can't believe you hit that target."

Rachel's eyebrows shot up. "You mean he really did hit the bullseye?"

Roy nodded, "Dead center." Gar managed to drop yet another book, which Roy caught and handed back to him. "Hold it steady, dude." Gar looked into Roy's usual sunglasses. Roy went on, "You drop just about everything besides a football. Hold it tightly, butter fingers- or, are you just trying to get me to hold your hand again? I told you, you just have to ask." he smirked.

Rachel rolled her eyes, boys would be boys.

Garfield's face flushed a red color – he feared his cheeks would never resume normal color. "Well if I dropped a football, I'd have more time for archery," he chuckled. "or maybe no time – since the coach would slaughter me. He's a slave driver, man…"

Roy chuckled. "Yeah, I'd bet he'd hurt any person willing to ever mess with your football practice..." he chuckled, though it seemed more to himself. "Football practice today, right? That's too bad- you'll miss moving target practice. We'll go over it tomorrow- or, you know where to find me."

'Hopefully somewhere that we can be alone…' His thoughts trailed off, a smirk on his face. Shaking it off rather suddenly, "Yeah… and huh, moving target… sure, I got this. I can always like, ask Rae to help me practice, you totally will, won't you Rachel?" A smile on his face yet again.

Rachel raised a skeptical eyebrow. "I already told you that I'm not running around with an apple on my head. As long as you don't take aim near me, I'll help you with whatever."

Roy placed a hand on the locker beside her and leaned over the petite brunette. "Hey, now. Have a little faith. I'm sure he would never hurt that pretty little face." he ran a finger along her jaw. "I think you'd have fun if you stopped by archery practice."

Rachel pulled up her hood and backed away. "Yeah, maybe..." her monotone answered.

Garfield chuckled, "It's a great way to take out anger, and what better way of doing it than by shooting things? That sounds right up your alley Rae."

She gave Gar a thoughtful glance. "Well, I guess that's true. Are you the target?" she then gave him a smirk to show she was kidding. "Yeah, maybe I'll stop by. I've been meaning to spend more time with you."

Roy spoke up. "As have I- Gar is in popular demand these days, hmm?" he spoke quickly as usual. "Better get going. See you two soon."

Garfield's eyes traced the body of the male as he walked away, subtly as he shifted his gaze to Rachel, she was looking pretty today. "You, want to spend more time with me?" He asked her softly, closing his locker and holding on to his books, pencil case – any other essentials he'd need for the morning.

She nodded. "Yes. I have been wanting to. But you know football and what not. So I'm glad this opportunity came across, I suppose." she slung her backpack over her shoulder.

Garfield gave a shrug, "Well maybe soon Rae, keep in touch. Text me, or I'll text you." He told her with a friendly smile, "We'd better get to class though, huh?" He had absolutely no idea how he'd concentrate with so much going through his mind, but he'd have to try.

Rachel nodded, "Yeah..." then she added hesitantly. "Walk me?"

He gave her a gentle smile, "Yeah sure Rach, so… what are you up to after school?"

She shrugged. "Nothing yet, did you want to do something?"

Garfield returned the shrug, "Well, there's practice after school and… I don't know, are you free any other days this week?" He wasn't sure about planning for the rest of the week, sometimes football practices could have practices last minute.

Rachel gave the smallest bit of a smile. "Yeah, any time. I'm free all week- I, I mean..." she thought to the advice Kori gave her. "I'll have to check my schedule but- I'm free all week. Nevermind. I mean, yes. My answer is yes, I am free this week for anytime you are." she looked at him wondering just why she felt so awkward all of a sudden.

He chuckled and gave a shrug, "Alright Rae, text me. I'll let you know. Cole said he's stocking up on the gummy bears and waiting for his bestest buddy to share them with."

She smiled. "Can't wait."

(T~T)

It was now lunch time, Garfield bringing his bagged lunch to the table and sitting down. He made a grab for his carrots and celery, dip accompanying them. He looked over across the cafeteria, noticing Roy across the way, sitting upon a table. The blond male's breath lightly hitched when the other male gave a slight half nod and smile, turning back to his friends.

Richard pulled out a note from his lunch bag, "What the –"

Garfield raised an eyebrow. "Who's that from?"

Richard shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know… all it says is, 'Are you looking for a prince, princess?' – what… why?" He crumpled the note and Garfield couldn't help but to think back to yesterday.

Karen shook her head, "We're not gonna spend life worrying about who's spoonin' with Princess Dick, what else is goin' on? Anything new?" She asked the table, glances exchanged.

Gar spotted Garth staring at him, and Garth immediately got up from the table he was at and hesitantly walked towards Gar. He gave a shy smile, much different from yesterday's confidence filled heart-throb. He spoke up a little shakily, "Sorry about yesterday. I've been so embarrassed by what happened with your dad yesterday. I just handled it so awkwardly."

Garfield blushed, "No, no it uh… it was cool. He's, kinda weird anyway." He said with a laugh, rather hoping that Garth wouldn't continue on about it, but he figured he was safe. For now at least.

Garth perked up, seemingly his confidence came back fast. "Well, then. Glad to have met him nonetheless, next time I'll dazzle him- uh, assuming I may get another chance someday." He then looked up to Karen. "And hello there, doll face. How is your day going?" He obviously had a favorite and who better than the sassy Karen?

Garfield blushed, "Perhaps… I don't know… if you want to." Returning back to his vegetables and dip.

Karen grinned widely, "Not very exciting honey bee," she told him, a shrug attached. "just, classes, students chatting, rumors being spread – typical high school day. Oh, and homework already, it never seems to cease."

Kori shrugged her shoulders, "Homework I have yes, but-"

Garfield gave a wide grin, "No one cares!" Kori smacked him with her bagged sandwich.

Garth copied his actions from the day before and snatched Rachel's apple. He lifted it to his lips, and just before he took a bite, an arrow ran it through and knocked the apple from his hands. The apple fell back onto the table and rolled for a second with the arrow right through it.

Roy walked by chuckling. "See, Rachel? Have some faith. The apple thing is legit." Roy said, grabbing the arrow-apple kabob. "Here ya go," he handed it to Gar like it was a prize. "For hitting the target yesterday. Enjoy." he then sauntered off with his bow.

Richard raised an eyebrow, "Well, he shoots his target, but I've yet to see him take from the rich and give to the poor." He mumbled, his arms folding over his chest.

Garfield pulled the apple off the arrow, taking a bite out of it nonchalantly. "Victory is sweet, what can I say?"

Rachel frowned. "I'll have to start bringing two apples."

Vic chuckled, "Take from the rich and give to the poor? Dude, you're richer than the richest dude…. Robin Hood would suck you dry."

Garth just burned. "That boy is so reckless. He could have killed someone! Imagine if he missed! That's such poor judgment on his part." he shook his head.

Garfield shrugged, "He knew he wouldn't miss I guess. I'm not really sure… but, you're okay right?" He asked Garth softly.

Richard smirked, "It was kind of cool, but rather cocky if you ask me. Those archery people are all oh so snobby."

Garfield gave his eyes a subtle roll, "Like someone else we know?" He mumbled under his breath.

Richard narrowed his eyes; "Roy is just a flaming fa-" he stopped himself. "His hair is just so orange. Like flames. He's a weird guy, we used to hangout sometimes."

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "Oh-kay, well anyways, I thought it was cool. But Garth is right. Reckless. But no blood no foul."

Garth just sighed. "He's going to hurt someone someday." He smiled anyways. "But, it's all whatever. You're right, no one got hurt. I just... I'm not very fond of that guy." he decided. "But I best get going. See you guys later." he smiled mostly to Gar. "Hopefully sooner than later."

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