"He likes you! I knew it!" Bex kept on going on. I felt myself get paler and paler.

I think I fainted.

I know I fainted because I woke up in the nurse's office.

"Hello dear. How are you feeling?" I looked up to see the nurse looking at me.

"Wha- Wait, I'm so confused. Ow!" I clutched my head. I had no idea why I was here. My head hurt from thinking so much about everything. Well I figured out quick enough I fainted.

"What happened?" I asked.

"A boy brought you in here saying you fainted," she told me slowly. Probably to make sure I comprehended. I nodded my head. "We got your brother to ask him a few things but he told us to get you home. Are you sick, honey?"

"Yeahhhhh, but not super sick," I responded. I didn't want to miss today. I just didn't.

"How often do you get sick? Do you think it's serious? Do you want us to do what your brother said? Do you want to lie down? Do you want us to call your parents?" she asked. I was just sick of all of these questions. I was sick of Grant treating me like I was still a little kid. I was sick of Zach and his stupid moves. I was sick of Tina always blaming me (not that she shouldn't…). I was sick of this school already. I was sick of being cooped up in buildings all day. I just wanted to get away - to be free.

I sprinted for the door.

"HEY! Come back here!" the lady yelled at me. I just wanted to get out of here. I ran down the hall and out of the doors. I know I wasn't supposed to leave the school, but I did anyways. I ran over to the dome. We called the turf stuff that because we put up a dome for winter I guess.

I jumped the fence. No one was around. I went running out to the middle of the field and just stood there catching my breath. Then I walked over to the track part and just ran. And ran. And ran.

I wanted to get away from Zach.

I wanted to get away from Grant.

I wanted to get away from school.

I wanted to just get away from everything.

"You're going to wreck your body running like that," I heard a voice yell to me.

I stopped and looked at where I heard the voice. There Kyle sat on the bleachers. My legs failed me and I collapsed on the rubber; sitting and panting.

He walked down the bleachers and onto the field. He walked over to me.

"What's wrong, Morgan?" he asked me. He squat down so that we were almost level.

"You… ever feel… like you want to… get away?" I panted.

"Tons of times," he replied. I looked at him.

"So what.. do you... do?" I asked him.

"I run." Then it made sense, why he was in the nurse's office, about his running…

We had about a 5 minute silence.

"What do you run from?" I asked him.

"A lot of stuff," he said dazing off into the distance. "You should get some fluids in you," he said tossing me a gatorade. I looked at him questioningly. "I saw you running and I decided you would need it. Now drink," he commanded me. I tried opening it, but my whole body was shaking. Kyle grabbed it and opened it. He gave it back to me.

"Thanks," I mumbled.

"You've been running for a whole hour you know," he told me. A whole hour? Wow. "So what's so bad that you skipped school?" he asked me. Oh. Right. I said I never skipped class. And well, I never did.

This was the first time.

"Everything I guess," I replied. Why did I trust him enough to tell him that?!

We sat in silence.

"Do you want me to sit with you at lunch? Just to make sure you get to class?" he asked me.

I laughed. "Most appreciated."

We sat silently.

"The nurse is going to call the cops if we don't go back pretty soon," he told me. Oh, yeah it was pretty odd I hadn't seen any cop cars yet. I've been missing for an hour? They would've called the cops by then.

"I was walking into the nurse's office to sleep, but then you came running out. I don't think you even noticed me. I went into the room and told the nurse if we weren't back in a hour and a half to call the cops then. I couldn't believe she actually trusted me, but then again I was always coming into the office," he explained himself.

I just sat there trembling and drinking my gatorade.

"Can you walk?" he asked me. I slowly got up, with some help from him. We walked back to the main building and went to the nurse's office. I got scolded while Kyle just stood in the doorway. He yawned. I lay in the nurse's office bed thing for the rest of the morning. Kyle slept on the one next to me. Finally the lunch bell went off. Kyle sat up and yawned. It was like automatic or something. He looked over at me.

"Oh, hey, you're still here," he said.

"Yeah, and you skip class to sleep?" I asked him.

"You get 10 missed classes a trimester," he tried to reason. I just couldn't see it. I shook my head and chuckled.

"How do you get such good grades?" I asked under my breath.

"What you say?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied.

"You ready for some lunch?" he asked me.

"Ready as I'll ever be."

~*~*~*~

We walked in the lunch room late. Everyone stared at us. He waved at everyone. I rolled my eyes. I led the way over to my table, Kyle following me yawning a bunch. I sat down, Grant staring at me like I was crazy bringing a boy to the table. Mace looked excited, like he could be my first boyfriend. I forgot Mace hadn't seen the whole Zach episode…

"What's up with him?" Grant asked.

"Well I need someone to wake me up," I replied yawning. Yawning is so… what's the word. Easily transferred? No, there was a single word. Forget it. I laid my head in my arms and closed my eyes. I heard Kyle take the one next to me.

"My name is Macey," I heard Mace cheerily say. I drifted off to sleep before I could hear anything else she was going to go off about.

I was shaken awake.

"Morgan, Jesus woman. Wake up!" Finally I started moving up. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"5 minutes 'til class!" he exclaimed.

"Why are you so loud?" I asked him.

"You have no idea how hard it is too wake you up," he explained. I got up and he walked with me to my locker. I saw a lot of boys get red. God. What was I? A goddess?

I opened it up. It was overflowing with notes.

"Nice," Kyle grinned. You know he could be kind of cute if he smiled more- WHAT THE HELL AM I SAYING?! I rolled my eyes and threw them all in a bucket. I grabbed my books. For some reason I wasn't in a hurry. I knew I wouldn't be able to get in if I didn't hurry but I just didn't feel like moving fast. I got to class in time.

"Nice of you to join us, Ms. Morgan," Mr. Solomon told me as I walked through the door.

Ack, there he was smiling at me! Sighing I went to go sit by Zach, seeing that all the other seats were taken.

"Missed you this morning," he told me. I rolled my eyes.

"So what's with Kyle?" he asked me. I looked at him. He looked genuinely interested. I smirked inside… maybe I could get him a little jealous… No, I don't want Kyle getting in a fight. Maybe later…

"He's my friend," I replied. 'He's always there unlike you. He doesn't make witty remarks like you.'

"He's a drop out," Zach responded smirking. I glared at him, then turned my attention to Mr. Solomon for the rest of class. Or at least tried. Suddenly a note was flipped on my desk.

'So what sports are you in?'

'None'

'Hey! I'm in football…'

'Are you suggesting something?'

'Yeah, maybe I could take you out to dinner sometime.' I threw the note back at him without replying. He could probably get any girl in this school. I mean they were all swooning at the sight of him. But I wouldn't give in so easily. He threw the note back at me. I looked at him. He motioned me to open it.

'Can I have your number?'

~*~*~*~

"I think it's cute," Bex told me as we walked to my locker.

"Bex, I don't think so. I don't want to be one of his pawns," I replied. What was I saying?

"What are you saying?" Bex asked.

"I have no idea," I replied. "I don't want to be used to help get him more publicity."

"Oh, don't worry. He already has enough. He broke up with Tina in front of the whole lunch room before you came in," Bex told me. I groaned. Oh great. So now Tina would be out for me too.

"Great," I moaned. Suddenly I was tapped on the back of the head with books.

"Hey!"

"Howdy do," Kyle replied. I spun around to see Kyle holding some books of some sort.

"So you're going to class now?" I asked him.

"Latin is actually okay, and I have Phy. Ed. afterwards so it's not a bad ending half." I shrugged. Well if he's going to class. "Catch you later, Morgan!" he walked off to class.

"Who. Was. That," Bex demanded.

"That. Was. Kyle," I said mimicking her. She rolled her eyes and giggled.

"Is this why you haven't taken Zach up?" she asked.

"Nope. No way I'm going to go with Zach in a million years."

"Aw come on, Gallagher Girl. Give me a chance."I spun around to see Zach standing there.

"When did you get here?" I grabbed a pencil. You got to love wood shop. Only need one item. I shut my locker and started walking towards the shop.

"Give me one chance. That's all I'm asking. One," he said.

"Zach. Give me a break. Ask me later," I told him. I didn't want to hear him beg me right now.

I did what I could do best then - I blended in. I have no idea why I could, but when I didn't want to be seen, I could disappear.

I walked down the halls to woodshop and finally entered the class. Starting today we were actually going to make something. I went and sat at one of the front tables. Usually no one sits there, or by me. But today all the tables were being in use.

As I neared the front I saw who was sitting at my table. It was Joe and Tyler Dhine.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I asked them.

"We're in the same class with you, Cammie. Get with the program," Joe laughed. Wow, didn't even notice them.

Mr. Woods, our teacher came in. "We are making a basket today," he announced. He showed us a replica of a little hand basket, like ones you would put flowers in or something.

"Wow, what am I supposed to do with that girly thing?" Tyler Dhine asked Joe. You know what. I don't care if everyone calls him Tyler Dhine. He's just going to be Dhine to me.

"I don't know; give it to your mom?" Joe suggested.

"Well, you could burn it," Dhine added. I rolled my eyes. Boys.

He gave us the materials and everything. It seemed easy enough, wood, nails, and a hammer. He then handed out more wood. Great, we got to cut out our handles and outer ends. A pattern went around the tables. I traced it and got some goggles then went to a jig-saw and started cutting out the pieces.

I went back to my table and started nailing the pieces in place. I finally got the basket part done. It was two chunks of wood at the ends, and smaller strips outlining the outside. Then Mr. Woods took my handle. Uh… I kind of needed that.

I watched him go over to some machine with my handle. Then he put on his glasses and started rubbing my handle against the machine. He finished and came back over and gave it to me. It was all smooth now and nice. The edges were all rounded.

"Thanks." he just nodded. I nailed the handle to the side strips that ran up the sides. Then I nailed the handle part to the body. And wala. I had a basket. Since we were doing the finishing and crap tomorrow, I put my basket on the shelf and watched Joe and Dhine struggle with their baskets. They were hitting the nails too forcefully for it to work properly and the nails were bending. It wasn't exactly their fault. I mean if the teacher would've given us some real nails it would have been a lot easier to make. I giggled as I heard people cuss.

"Want some help?" I asked them. They looked up, realizing I was done.

"How? When?" I saw confusion all over Joe's face it was funny.

"Don't hit the nails so hard, take your time," I instructed them. Soon enough, everyone was around my table asking me for help. Was it they really needed it or they just wanted to say they talked to me? Because listening to everyone, it sounds like I'm an amazing person who if knows your name gets you popular. I had no idea.

So honestly, because I'm nice, I tried to get everyone's names right. Just trying to be nice.

Soon enough class was over, and I only had one more class to go - science.

The science teacher, Mr. Stock, was funny.

Many times we would get behind because class goes off in a weird direction. Sometime we were talking about the baseball team, then we got on to those weird looking trolls. I don't know how we got sports and dolls mixed, but it managed to happen.

This ended up a not-so-bad day.

~*~*~*~

I got up from class laughing. We were talking about bungee jumping and Sarah's rope breaking so she does a face plant into water. No idea how we got on to it but it was funny.

I walked to my locker, chuckling. I saw Jonas waiting there for me.

"What's up?" I asked him. He looked all nervous.

"Can we, uh, talk?" he asked me.

"Shoot," I told him, putting my books away.

"In private," he whispered. That made me raise my eyebrows. But I gave in anyways.

I grabbed all of my stuff and we walked to the back of the school.

"So what's up?" I asked him.

"I have, uh… um…" I saw Jonas get redder and redder.

"SPIT IT OUT!" I almost yelled.

"Okay! Okay! Just don't yell and don't tell anyone. I like Liz!" he blurted. Liz… I knew a Liz… hm, Liz, Liz, Liz…. LIZ SUTTON!

"Liz Sutton?" I asked. He nodded his head. He was so red I almost thought he wasn't breathing. Or was that blue? Whatever.

"So what's the problem?" I asked.

"I don't know if she likes me. Do you know what kind of guy she likes?" he asked me. Wow. Uhhh, I didn't know Liz very well.

"Noooo," I started out. I saw his face fall. I couldn't let Jonas down! "But I can find out." I saw him perk back up. Atta way.

"I'll ask her tomorrow. She's in one of my classes."

"Thanks a bunch Cammie."

"Yep." With that I ran back into the school. Why? To see if Kyle was there shooting baskets. I ran to the gym. I saw a body surrounded by basketballs. 50-50 chance it was Kyle. I opened the door and slowly shut it, so it wouldn't slam shut. I walked over to the body.

Yep it was Kyle. There was only one person I knew who would fall asleep at school. That was Kyle.

I laughed and put away the basketballs. Then I grabbed one and lightly shot it at him. It's going, it's going… it hit!

The ball bounced onto Kyle, causing him to jerk up.

"Wha? Huh?" he looked at the ball mysteriously moving. I giggled. He quickly looked over by me.

"Morgan!" I laughed and ran around the gym, trying to avoid getting a basketball chucked at me. Finally he gave up. We stopped running and took a break.

"That's a fun run," I said.

"Yep." A man of many words. We got up and shot some baskets, and finally I knew I had to go home. I mean, I knew Grant was going to kill me already for not going home with him and not telling him, but if I was any later, I think he would have my head.

I grabbed my bag and started out the doors. Suddenly I heard a door slam and footsteps running. I turned around to see Kyle with his backpack slung over one shoulder.

"I'll walk you home," Kyle said.

"Uh, not the best plan," I told him. I knew Grant would have my AND Kyle's heads if I came home with him.

"I think Grant likes me," he said with a grin. I looked up at. How would he know that.

"We were talking during lunch," he said. I groaned. Please, he didn't say anything embarrassing!

"Did he say anything?" I asked him.

"Not that I remember…" he said trailing off.

We talked the rest of the way. Finally we got to my house. I walked in and waved bye to Kyle. He waved back and kept on walking down the street. I wonder where he lives… Ack, no!

"So do you like him?" I heard Mace call.

"He's a friend, Mace," I called down the stairs.

Yeah. He's just a friend.

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Ironically, my woodshop teacher's name is Mr. Woods. Lol. Well review!