Author's note: This day is a patience test, guys, I swear to God!

I'm not here to talk about my internet frustations, so, well. What's up, everyone? Here's the longest chapter you'll get. I'm serious, I don't think there will be another chapter long as this one is. I hope you all enjoy and review at the end!


September

The first time it happened, it was Labor Day. El had gone with the boys and Bark, the dog, to the National Park. The place was packed with people with their dogs and bikes and kids. Hop had to work, because he was a cop, and El promised she'd behave.

But then she got distracted, and it may or may not have had something to do with a series of bets between Lucas and Mike, and when she least expected, Bark got loose from her and ran after something.

"BARK, NO!" El called, immediately running after him. The boys dropped everything to go after her. That dog was Hopper's baby, almost. "BARK, COME BACK! STOP!"

He was fast, and she was losing track of him. The boys were circling to try and trap him.

"He's going to the bike path!" shouted Dustin.

They didn't see the group of cyclists coming. They didn't plan the best way to approach. All Eleven wanted was for Bark to stop. So she commanded him.

"Bark, stop!" and he did, right on the track. But the cyclists didn't. El and the boys were close, but not close enough. "NO!"

Most cyclists managed to diverge, except for one. Bark was hit. He cried out, and so did El as she closed the space between them. Bark tried to get up, but he couldn't. All the cyclists stopped to try and help, both their friend and the dog.

"Oh, my God," the cyclist said, getting up from where he had fallen. "Is he okay? I'm so sorry, he came out of nowhere."

"You hurt my dog!" exclaimed El, caressing Bark's fur. She was borderline sobbing, with him crying on her legs.

"El, it was an accident," reasoned Mike. "Breathe."

"I'm sorry, Bark…" she said, kissing the top of his head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let you go."

"El-" Mike touched her shoulder, but she shrugged him off.

"No, you don't understand," she said. Because she had a bad track record with animals, they usually never liked her. No one but Bark. He adored her, and trusted in her, and she failed him. "I was supposed to take care of him. My dad will be so angry."

"He won't," said Will sympathetically.

"Look," the cyclist said. He was kneeling in front of her, and El had to look through her tears to see him. "It's just a broken leg. My car is right outside; I can take you guys to a vet. I'll pay."

Eleven blinked and sniffed.

"You'd do that?" she asked, and he nodded. Then she looked at the boys, and they nodded.

Dustin and Mike carried Bark, and El followed between Will and Lucas, all trailing behind the cyclist guy. He had scratched his arms with the fall, but seemed okay, and he had a Range Rover that fit everyone of their little group. El, Mike, Lucas and Will rode in the back seat, and she cried a little harder whenever Bark cried from the pain. If only she could take away his pain.

"There's isn't any vet open in Hawkins," said the cyclist. "The nearest one is in the city. Don't you want to stop somewhere to call your parents?"

"Can you stop at the police station?" requested Eleven, and the cyclist looked at her through the rearview mirror.

"Her dad works there," explained Dustin in the passenger seat, and the guy nodded. They were close to the station, and it only took five minutes to get there.

As soon as the car stopped, El hopped out of the car and practically ran to the front door. Mike went after her, the boys commented something about her being hysterical. He had never seen her break down like that, and he was beginning to worry.

"Dad?" She called, passing by Flo. "Daddy?"

"El, you need to calm down," Mike tried to reason as Eleven headed to the Chief's office. "He's gonna be fine, it's not a big deal."

"Mike," El stopped in her tracks and turned around to face him. "Can you please shut the fuck up?"

Well, that was unexpected. Mike's eyes widened at the same time the door to Hopper's office opened. He seemed both parts confused and angry about the scene in front of him, and as soon as Eleven saw him, she started sobbing.

"What the hell is going on?" He demanded, unable to understand what she was saying, and Mike sort of shrugged. He sort of didn't know exactly what he was doing.

"I'm sorry, daddy, I'm sorry, I messed up," El kept saying between hiccups, and Hopper looked at Mike again.

"Sorry for what?" He asked, hands on El's shoulders.

"Bark!" She exclaimed. "I said I'd take care of him and you trusted me, but he got hurt and it's my fault because I told him to stop and they ran over him, and-"

"He just broke a leg," Mike hurried to explain. Hop looked at Eleven again, kneeling to look up at her face better.

"I disappointed you, daddy, I'm so sorry," she kept saying, and then it hit them.

Eleven had been punished her whole life when she did something against what the adults in her life told her to do. She was used to being locked up or deprived from whatever mild good thing she had if she didn't do exactly what she was told to do. And she was told by Hopper to take care of Bark.

"El," said Hopper with the most soothing tone he could manage, one hand caressing her hair. "Baby girl, look at me." She did, still hiccupping. She looked like a mess, and now he understood it. "I'm not mad at you, okay? I'm not."

"But I-" she tried to say, but he cut her off.

"No. Come here," he got up and led her to his office, where he sat her down on a chair. Mike followed and got her a glass of water. "I don't want the details right now, just tell me this: is Bark alive?" El nodded. "Are you fine?" She nodded again. "Bark broke a leg, is that it?"

"The cyclist that ran over him offered to take us to the vet, he's gonna pay for the treatment," Mike informed. "He's right outside, with the guys."

Hopper nodded, his eyes never leaving El.

"See? It's all right, Ellie. It's alright. It was an accident, and you can't control those. Not even you," he touched the tip of her red nose. She was pouting.

"That sucks," said El.

"I agree, but it happens," Hop nodded, and she wiped some of the tears with the back of her hands. "Now, here's what I'm gonna do," he got up, caught his hat from his table. "I'm gonna call the day off, because I need to have a chat with this cyclist that is taking my kid and my dog for a walk. And I'm gonna go to the city with you all. And then, when Bark has a cast, and we're back home, I'll call for a pizza, what do you think? So we can eat our feelings. Is that good?"

El sniffed, and then she nodded. That sounded good. And she was getting calmer.

She got up too, and Hop let the kids leave first.

"Is everything okay, little Hopper?" Asked Flo sympathetically, and El nodded a bit sadly.

"It's Bark, he got hurt," she explained.

"But he's gonna be all right," Hop said, coming after her.

Mike and El went back out, and Hopper stayed a couple of minutes more to organize the rest of the group. He also had to compose himself some. It was the first time El called him dad so unceremoniously, not out of explaining what dynamic they had, but genuinely coming to him because he was her father. He had signed those papers six months ago, but now? Now they were real.

The next day was also the first day of school, and even though Lexi and Jenny had told her that it was important to make a good first impression, Eleven couldn't care less. She put on the first pair of jeans, shirt and boots that she found, drank her coffee with only one cube of sugar and let Hop drive her to school.

"Why do you smell like Bark?" asked Will, who was going with them.

"He slept in my bed and now everything has his scent," she explained, sipping her coffee. "And fur."

"I told you to let him on the sofa," said Jim, eyes on the road.

"Not gonna happen," replied El right away, and Hop kind of rolled his eyes and kind of smiled. That damn kid.

They had decided that the best option was to have at least one of the boys with El in every class, so she'd always have a familiar face around. That way, she had English with all of them, Algebra and Spanish with Dustin, Biology with Will and Mike, social studies with Lucas and she was also put – against her will - in arts (with Will; Mike was enrolled in music) and PE. Hopper had tried his best to take her out of at least PE, but the subject was mandatory for three of the four years of high school, and she'd be stuck with it anyway.

"Your locker is near mine," said Mike, checking their schedule sheets as they made their way through the corridors. "You think you're going to be alright in PE?" he asked. "The girls are separated from the boys for most of the year."

"Yeah, Jim gave me the talk," El answered stopping in front of her locker. She already knew the combination, but it wasn't like she needed to know it. She could open every single locker in this school, if she decided. Mike frowned. "You know? The 'please, try not to kill anyone' talk?"

"Oh," said Mike, and he even chuckled a little. "Anger issues."

"Principal said that 'sports would help'," she continued while deciding what would stay in her bag and what would go into the locker. El shrugged. "I don't know, I felt pretty intense watching football with Hop. BUT," she was quick to add. "At least the girls will be with me, right? Even if Jen is still mad at Lexi. It's a distraction."

Mike opened his mouth to say something, but he was interrupted by static and an announcement. The sudden voice made Eleven turn and look around and up with wide, confused eyes.

"Good morning, Hawkins High students, here's your counselor Mr. Fresno," the voice said excitedly. "We are in for a great year, guys, can't you feel it?"

"Greg, could you just tell them what to do?" someone else said over him. Mike laughed, bringing El's attention to him. The other boys and Lexi were coming in their direction.

"Okay!" continued Mr. Fresno with the exact same excitement. "Please, everyone, direct to the auditorium. The first assembly starts in fifteen minutes."

"Is this when they are going to tell us about the class tournament?" Lucas wondered. El closed her locker and Mike made a face.

"I really hope they drop that damn tournament, I don't think I can take an overdose of PE right in the first week," he complained, and Lexi scoffed.

"Good luck with that," she said, and they all headed to said auditorium.

It already was half-full when they arrived, but they somehow managed to find seats all next to each other more or less in the back. When Jennifer showed up, she made a big show of sitting on the complete opposite of Lexi and Will, which put her next to Dustin even though they hardly ever talked, so El, who was between Will and Mike, could only greet her with a wave of her hand.

"Hey, nice shirt!" Dustin finally noticed. He had no trouble being loud. Eleven smiled and showed off a bit.

"Did you see?" she said. It was one of the Star Trek shirts he had given to her. On her birthday, Dustin had said that he couldn't choose between the two, so he bought both. This one was plain black with the spaceship on the front.

"Attention, please," some teacher said into the microphone on the stage. "Everyone, take a seat, let's begin."

"Look, Preston is looking at us," Lexi whispered to Will, but El heard anyway. She turned to pay attention. Lexi was waving.

"She's not," replied Will looking over to his right, and El followed his eyes. A few lines ahead, there was a group of girls looking directly at them. The brunette in the middle was saying something to a redhead. El had seen them at the party, she guessed. Will held Lexi's hand, making her drop it. "Don't."

"You think she remembers me?" Lexi asked, still staring. Preston and the redhead weren't looking at her though, and it made El frown. They were all grinning, as if they just heard the best joke. The teacher on the stage was still trying to catch everyone's attention.

Will smiled instead of answering, and looked at El, who raised an eyebrow. Another teacher (or at least she guessed was a teacher) offered to take the mic, and as soon as he had it, people started to cat call him.

"What's going on?" she asked Mike.

"They think he's good looking," he explained. "Don't you?"

Eleven looked at him. He surely was the youngest person in that group of teachers; a guy with a beard as blonde as his hair and a charming smile.

"I guess," she said.

"He looks like a hippie," Lucas commented.

"Come on, guys," the teacher said, blushing even.

"You're too distracting, Mr. Fresno!" said Preston, and everyone laughed. So he was Mr. Fresno? Not a teacher, then. Okay.

"Now that, Ms. Telles, is harassment," he said, pointing at her. Preston didn't even seem bothered. "Good morning everyone, aren't we excited to be back?!"

He greeted the freshmen and talked and talked about the school's rules, and about extra-classes and clubs, and the Homecoming that'd be held on Friday after the tournament, which got Mike groaning with displeasure, his head down.

"We are so fucked," said Dustin. "And it's only the first week."

The classes tournament was described as an "ice breaker". Every class they were supposed to have in the afternoons for the rest of the week would be replaced with sports. The four years would be organized, which with a couple of teachers to guide them and divide the teams, and they would play in several sports. First round: everyone against everyone; win a game, you gain 3 points, lose a game, you gain 1 point, in case of tie, 2 points to each team. Second round: the two teams with more points go head to head for first place, that'd grant them 5 points. At the end of the week, the students of the year with the most points would get a 30% discount in the school's store for the rest of the semester and tickets for the first basketball game of the season in the city.

"Why would we want tickets for a basketball game?" said Will, and Lucas looked over at him.

"Uh, I want tickets!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, but the city's team sucks," reasoned Jennifer.

"I want the store discount, though," said Will.

"You do realize that to get all of this you have to play sports, right?" interrupted Mike. El shrugged.

"It could be worse," she said, and he looked at her absolutely flabbergasted.

"It could be worse?" he echoed. Their hushed chatter didn't make much difference among everyone's chatter. The older students were very loud. "I know you developed a taste for football and soccer because of Hop, but do you really think this is a good idea? El, you go psycho when you're angry."

She pouted a little. El knew how worried Hop was with her having to take PE, and she knew that she was a bit of a time bomb sometimes, but who's to guarantee that sports would trigger her? Sure, watching football was a mind exercise. Okay, she did break half of the TVs in the restaurant they went to watch the Super Bowl, so nervous she was, but that was ages ago. She was better now.

"I didn't say it was a good idea," she pointed out.

They would have said more, but Mr. Fresno finally managed to make them pay attention to him again. Well, everyone but Eleven, who turned to Will.

"Will," she called. "Who's the redhead who keeps looking at us?"

"You think she's looking at us too?" he asked, and El glared at him. She didn't think, she knew. The girl was looking right now.

"That's Peyton," Will decided to explain. "She's part of the P squad."

"P squad?" She echoed, and he nodded.

"Yeah. They are Juniors now, and every girl of their group has a P name," he said. "Preston is the leader, Peyton is her second," he was pointing them subtly as he named them. "Patty, Pauline, Polly and Phyllis close the list. Half of them are cheerleaders."

They lost the moment Mr. Fresno dismissed everyone, so suddenly there was movement all around and their chat was cut short. The assembly took the time of a whole first class, so next up El had Spanish with Dustin.

"Hop on, Hopper," Dustin said as soon as they were in the corridors. Mike had to go to the opposite direction of them. "You're with me."

El grinned, and accepted the offer of a piggyback ride to class. She had a million reasons to love the boys to death, but sometimes she thought that Dustin was ahead of all of them, just because he was so funny and such a sweetheart. His friendship levels were out of this world.

School started to get really weird before lunch, when El and the boys were looking for Mike. Not that he had disappeared, he was right where he said he would be waiting for them, but because that redhead Peyton was talking to him. The scene was wrong on many levels, from how he was basically flinching every time she got too close, to how she smiled and touched his arm.

Eleven walked ahead of them, but was cautious to approach, and when Mike saw her, his face read a clear "SAVE ME."

"Where did you learn to play that well?" asked Peyton.

"Uh, I practice a lot," answered Mike, and then he turned to El. "Hey, have you met Elle?"

Peyton looked her over.

"The Chief's daughter, I heard about you," she said. Funny. El had never heard of Peyton. "I was just saying that I saw Mike here playing the guitar, and he's really good, isn't he?"

El didn't like the way she said Mike's name. She sounded poisonous, and it made the girl frown.

"I know," she answered. She looked at Mike waiting for his approval so she could do something about Peyton and he shook his head just slightly.

"Are you trying out for the school band?" asked Peyton, still too close, still too touchy. El had no idea why it was making her so angry. She was aware of the others near them, but her focus was all on Peyton's body language. "You have to, Mike-"

"Okay," said El, done really quick. "You need to step back."

Someone breathed an "Oh!", and Peyton looked over at El with disdain. She was almost a head taller, but it wasn't easy to intimidate Eleven.

"Excuse me," she said, not moving one bit. "What did you say?"

"I said," repeated El, taking Peyton's wrist and making her let go of Mike. "Back the fuck off."

The air went still, and she heard someone say 'Oh, she made El swear', but she was too busy stepping between Peyton and Mike. She did acknowledge Mike's hand on her waist though, and the gesture was surprisingly calming.

"Careful, little girl," said Peyton. "You don't want to cross me."

El smiled. She had grown up with people way worse than high school mega bitches; she had faced real, actual monsters. Did that Peyton chick really think that she could scare her?

"Are you trying to intimidate me?" El asked. "Because it's not gonna work."

Before Peyton could say anything else, someone called her. Preston and the other Ps. She eyed El up and down one more time, and all the kids didn't breathe.

"You better watch your back, Ellie," said Peyton, and then she looked at Mike. "See you around, kid."

She pointed at something on El's shirt, and El looked down, just to be hit in the nose. It was the oldest trick in the book, Jim had said to her, and one he liked to use on her, because she always fell for it, but Jim was her dad, and Peyton-

Peyton backed off laughing and the only thing that kept El from jumping on her face was Mike's arm around her waist.

"What the fuck," she exclaimed. Joyce always side-eyed El whenever she swore, but that was way healthier than blowing someone's eye sockets, right? Besides, most of her vocabulary was influenced by the boys and Hop.

"Careful, Ellie," said Lexi. "Your eyes look a little green."

Lexi didn't make sense.

"Relax, El, it's just a prank," Mike told her. "Nancy told me that this could happen. Every year, they choose a freshman to try and make fun of."

"That's mean," El said thinking about it. "But why you?"

"Peyton's sister, Carol," explained Lexi. "She had beef with Nancy."

El needed to take a few deep breaths to completely calm down, and Mike held her hand.

"Who does she even think she is?" she asked when they started to walk to the cafeteria. "It's not rhetorical, who the fuck is she?"

"Man, Ellie is a savage," Lexi commented walking behind the couple. "Where did you guys find her?"

"The woods near Will's house," Dustin answered right away, and Lucas elbowed him, so he changed the subject. "You think the P squad will really retaliate against El for her boldness?" Lexi chuckled. Definitely. "That's dangerous."

"How so?" she asked. Lexi could never understand why the boys were so careful around Elle. She knew that Troy was terrified of her, but he never explained why. Sure she was intimidating, but Elle was skinny and small, how could she cause so much fear?

"You have no idea," answered Will, and instead of afraid, he sounded impressed; admiring even.

The P squad did retaliate during the week. From stealing El's clothes while she was in the shower, to trying to trip her over in the cafeteria, and other, meaner things, but somehow El always ended on top and no one knew how. In part, her success was due to a tip from Lucas. He told her that even if it wasn't a good idea to get back at them physically, she still could get revenge attacking their material things, like their clothes and cars.

On Thursday, Patty pushed El in the mud during the cross-country run, but it so happened that the girl was on her period. By the time El got to the finish line, people were already starting to notice the red in Patty's running shorts. She didn't go to school for a week.

"That was mean," Dustin said on their way back that afternoon. "Your geniality is terrifying."

What they didn't realize on the next day, Homecoming day, was that someone had alerted the P squad about who was responsible for all of the weird things that had been happening to them, all the confusion and the embarrassment.

"If you plan on still making a move on Wheeler, don't," Troy told them first thing in the morning. "His girlfriend is a psycho, she's going to kill you all."

The Ps laughed in his face, which was something he was used to since 6th grade now. No one ever believed him right away.

"Wheeler is just a skinny nerd boy and Hopper's only leverage is being the Chief's daughter," said Preston. "What could she possibly do?"

"Look, I'm telling you from experience. I tried to cross Wheeler once, and she ruined me. She can make you do things. You better be careful around her."

So even though the Ps didn't exactly believe him, they kept an eye on El for the rest of the day, and by the time of the last field hockey game, women's Freshmen vs. Juniors, they decided to jump her in the first opportunity, and get her out of the game as soon as possible.

Besides, that Hopper girl was good. Before the first round games, they saw her observing the guys and trying to mimic their movements. She crushed it when she played and scored more points than any other student.

El was confident that all she needed to do was to get through this day. Later that night, she and her friends had decided not to go to Homecoming, and they would go to the movies instead. They hadn't watched Teen Wolf yet, and that was their chance of having the theater for themselves.

For the first time ever, the Freshmen were tied with the Seniors in the classes tournament, and that was mostly because the girls' performance was so good. They won almost every single collective sport and got second in every other individual category. They already had won field hockey against the Juniors a couple of days ago, all they had to do was to repeat their performance. Or so the excited math teacher, Ms. Malcolm, said in their pep talk.

It did look like they would repeat the Wednesday show for a good five minutes. El scored three goals, and assisted two others by Jenny. Things were fine. Until-

Until the ball was in her possession again, and when El looked up to decide her way to the goal, she saw a wall of Juniors coming in her direction. For several seconds, she panicked. She couldn't just make them part ways, it'd look too weird, let alone make them stop, that'd be worse. She couldn't dribble them. At least eight of their eleven players were coming in her direction, Peyton right in front of her. They would disarm her for sure, that was inevitable. El saw her teammates running to intercept the other players, but this was not football, they couldn't drop all of their defense.

She took a deep breath.

She faced them dribbling to the right, and she almost made it through, another step and she'd be able to pass the ball to Jenny, who was seriously the best hockey player El had seen, but Preston was there, and her hockey stick hit Eleven's right leg.

It hurt like a bitch, but it got worst. Despite the public's loud "OH!" and the referee's whistle, El still was jumped by two Ps and another Junior and her vision went black. When she blinked, El was on the floor, both Lexi and Jenny over her, and their captain, a girl from the swimming team that Eleven had social studies with, was pushing Preston aside.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR DAMAGE, PRESTON?" she was screaming. El didn't even know her name, and she was defending her.

"Don't move!" warned Jenny, hands on El's shoulders. The referee, who was Ms. Franco, their PE teacher, had gotten closer. "You broke your leg, you passed out."

"What?" El exclaimed, brushing off Jenny's hand and sitting up anyway. Lexi helped her carefully. Her leg didn't look good.

"EL!" Mike called, making his way through the field. The boys were right behind him. The team was circling the Juniors and the referee. "El!"

Jenny gave him space, and he kneeled by Eleven's side, even if it meant that Jen had to stand next to Will for a while. El was a bit disoriented, but if that accident worked to make her friends talk to each other again, then at least there was that.

"They are calling the hospital already, okay?" Mike told her, sitting down and taking her hand. Incredibly enough, El wasn't crying. She was too hyped to cry. "It's close, so it will be fast, can you hold on?"

El looked at him, at the concern in his face. She didn't notice how heavy her breathing was, so she tried to breathe slower, and then she nodded. Mike smiled just slightly.

"I broke my arm once in 3rd grade, I fell off my bike," he told her. "They had to reset the bone, that was the worst part. But Will drew on my cast, and Nancy made this cheesy Star Wars cover for when I had to shower, so that was cool."

"I broke my ankle a couple of years ago during training," added Lexi. El knew what they were doing, trying to distract her. She was glad, it was working. "Hurt like a motherfucker, but I survived, and I'm back better than ever."

"NO!" They heard Preston shout. "That's not fair!"

"ELIMINATED, Preston!" repeated Ms. Franco emphatically over the revolted Juniors. "All of your team's points removed, ALL OF THEM, because of your little stunt. You know that move is illegal, and you broke another student's leg!"

When she said that, Eleven drew in a breath. Her leg was starting to sting now that her body temperature was lowering. She could hear the sirens already. A teacher crouched in front of her.

"Your father is on his way, Elle, okay?" he informed her, and she nodded.

Mike wasn't just holding her hand anymore, he was holding her, as if he could predict her next move. She leaned against him.

"What are you still doing here, Telles?" asked Ms. Franco. Her face was red, she looked absolutely done. "I told you to go to the principal's office NOW!" she pointed towards the building, and Preston even started to fuss, but Polly or Pauline (El couldn't tell who was who, they looked the same) made her turn and leave. "Savannah, you go too. Tell him what happened again."

The captain of El's team went as well, but El had her eyes on Preston's back.

"I'm going to fucking demolish her," she said, and Mike's grip got a little tighter.

"El," said Lucas before anyone else. The paramedics were coming. "Don't. Remember to channel your pain and anger to something that can be satisfying, but won't get you in trouble."

She nodded.

"What's Preston's car again?"

Everyone looked to one another confused. The paramedic introduced herself, and told El that they had to reset the bone to immobilize the leg. She asked for space, and just Mike stayed on the floor with Eleven.

"Her car," El insisted, and Jenny stuttered.

"Uh… the red convertible. The only one in the parking lot."

El nodded to her, and then she nodded to the paramedic.

"Okay, Elle," said the paramedic. El let go of Mike and palmed the floor. "On the count of three."

"Two, actually," Mike whispered to El. "You can't scream."

She nodded. She knew.

"One."

El locked her jaw, held her breath, closed her eyes, sharpened her mind, focused.

"Two."

Snap.

Just like that.

The whole school shook as a wave of energy rolled under their feet, making many of them lose their balance or shout half panicked, half surprised. El breathed out. And then she passed out for good.

When El came back, they already were putting her on a stretcher and Hop was worried and sick around her. She touched his arm, and when he looked at her, she saw that he was really close to crying.

"It's just a broken leg, dad," El said. Her voice was smaller than she expected, but okay. Jim smiled, and when he did that, he really cried.

"Who did this to you, baby?" he asked. "I'm gonna sue their asses."

El chuckled, and then she shook her head.

"Don't worry, I've got this."

That night, for the second time in a week, the Hoppers sat in the living room with a massive pizza between them, El's leg propped on the coffee table, Bark with his own little cast by her side. They had broken the exact same leg in the exact same way. Jenny called it "twinning" which was funny.

Despite the bother, overall El was fine. She wouldn't watch Teen Wolf with the others, but Jenny was talking to Will and Lexi again, and Mike came over too, earlier. It could be worse.

She was fine.


A/N: Second week of high school, Ms. Franco, the PE teacher, passed that damn sex ed video everyone hates. You know which one. Lexi joked about how concentrated El looked, as if she was actually paying attention to that crap. (side note: she really was. that thing was really educative) Sometimes, it even looked like she would ask a question or something.

When the class ended, El got her crutches and looked for Mike as soon as possible and as fast as she could. When she found him, she only told him one thing: Just had a sex-ed class. I got it. Mike, I got it.

I mean, finaly, right?

PS: The dog and owner breaking a bone happened to my brother and our dog about 7 years ago. She was hit and broke her front leg, and on the same week my brother fell playing soccer, broke his arm in the exact same place our dog had.