Vanessa's Point of View:

Oh fuck my life. I have a fucking essay, 3 papers, shit load of homework and 6 tests for this upcoming week. I should have started earlier. Oh fuck. And I have go pass P.E. I hate life... I can't do sports. I'm super uncoordinated and I have no balance. Ryan on the other hand, he's on the swim team, can play basketball, football, good at science. Almost everything. Just sucks at math.

I can't focus! Sitting here on my bed with my JustBeats solos (headphone) on while trying to figure out algebra. Damn, I took these from Justin and they work so well! I might go buy a pair myself. These are his own... Like his own brand. How sick is that. These are monsters.. By .. That means it's price are in the hundreds.. Ugh, I'm flat broke. Ok. Math now.

I fell asleep with the book over my head. How'd I know? Ryan phoned me asking why I wasn't at the bus stop this morning. I was going to be late. Might as well just take my time instead of rushing. Gonna be late anyways. I got off bed, brushed my teeth, changed clothes, I stuffed all of my books into my bag and walked to Tim Hortons. I got Ryan a donut and coffee with my Tim's gift card I got from my mom in case days like these happened. Broke and no food at home.

I have Ryan's lunch in my bag with me. I stopped by his locker and dropped the sandwich and donut off, I finished my donut and rushed to class. Ryan would come back to his locker for his next period's books anyways. He'll think it's either from me or Chaz. Since I was late, he'll think it's me. I texted him a "your welcome" so he'll get the hint.

Class was boring as usual. I hate social! I hate everything about it, the shit we're learning, the people in this class, the teacher. This is one of classes that Ryan and I don't have together. He has it last period while I have it first. P.E was another one. I hate P.E. I hate running, I hate changing clothes, I hate sports.

Finally, past 4 hours of boredom. Lunch bell rang and I ran out the door! I dropped my books off at my locker and went to Ryan's, that boy takes forever. How long is it to stuff things in and close your locker? Apparently, very for Ryan.

Justin is on tour, probably having lunch with Obama right now. HEY! My principle looks kind of like Obama! I'll go eat lunch with him! Haha as if! Ryan was at his locker, closing it up with my bag of Tim Hortons, coffee and the sandwich I made for him before I left.

"Hey." I walked up to Ryan.

"Yo." Ryan replied.

All of a sudden I heard wolf whistles. What the fuck? I turned around and saw Chaz and a couple of Ryan's other friends looking at us and smiling wide.

"What? Never seen us talking before?" To be honest, I hate all of Ryan's friend's except Chaz. But he can get on my nerves at times.

"No. I've seen you two talking before, just not kissing!" Chaz held up that picture of us kissing from that photo with Justin off of twitter. I don't mind. Ryan and I both know that it was just to help Justin and mine's relationship. Nothing more.

"Okay. Great. Why the whistle?" I asked.

"Vanessa! You never told me you two were dating!" Chaz came over and put an arm around my shoulders. He's a tall guy.

"It's only been a week." I said, using the information that Justin told me.

"Kiss now!" One of Ryan's idiot friend said.

"Fuck off." Ryan said and took my hand and we walked off.

We had lunch outside. It was a nice day. Until the shadows of people... Or little people came and crowded us.

"OH MY BIEBER! You two were in this photo with JUSTIN BIEBER! Are you two his friends? Can you hook us up with him please?" These little girls came up and shouted in my face.

"No. Now please return to your school." Ryan said politely.

"PLEEEEEASE?" They begged.

"LEAVE! Now. Or expect a restraining order from Bieber himself!" I shouted.

They all left after looking at me. I have a huge fucking headache.

"Sorry... It's just... I have a headache and they were making it worst with super loud voices and neon clothing." I apologized.

"I understand. Let's just rest. Next couple of classes will be easy." Ryan said. He will be in them, they will go by fast.

"ALRIGHT! Close your books. We have a presentation today." My teacher announced. Good. Nap time. I wasn't sleepy but nap for now since I didn't do any homework last night. I'll be pulling an all nighter tonight.

Ryan and I usually sit at the back of the room. We could talk all we want without people telling us to shut up.

"Alright. Let's study instead?" Ryan offered.

"Sure. Why not. I won't have to do much later." I agreed.

We tackled math first, then science. That's all we had time for. At least I got to cross off those two from my list.

I had to stay back and work on shooting some hoops. Fuck basketball. I hate this sport the most. Not everyone can dribble a ball, look up, run at the same time. Well... Maybe it's just me. But I can do those things, just can't shoot. I can shoot, just don't make it in. I don't have a basketball net at my house to practice on, why would I? I hate the damn sport.

After school came and usually Ryan would take the bus home with Chaz and I. Guess it's just Chaz today.

I went to the gym alone after everyone was gone. I got a basketball from Chaz earlier telling him to tell Ryan that I was staying back to practice. I had to shoot and make it in the basket at least 10 out of 25 tries to pass basketball in P.E, and I HAD to take P.E. Not a choice. I avoided it in grade 10 but I couldn't in grade 11.

I was shooting, and failing pretty badly. I tried bending my knees. Didn't work well. They got tired quicker and I decided to just sit down. I took out my iPhone and Justin's headphones about to plug them in until I heard the door open.

I didn't see anyone.

"Who's there?" I shouted feeling scared.

I didn't hear a reply, I held my phone tightly in my hands and got up with my bag in my hand, at least I could use it to defend myself. I got closer to the door deciding too look around there first since that was where the sound came from.

"BOO!" Ryan popped out from behind the bleachers.

"FUCK YOU!" I screamed.

I haven't noticed but I was nearly crushing my phone in my hands.

"HAHAH! You should have seen the look on your face! Too funny!" Ryan fell onto the floor laughing.

I threw my bag at him, I wish I had some textbooks in there or something heavy at least. Ryan dodged it in time.

I went back to where I left the basketball and picked it up, I tried to shoot again. Miss, I went to get the ball.

"Your doing it all wrong. Your bending your knees too much. Your basically just sticking your ass out. Your knees will get weaker and get tired faster if you keep shooting from that angle." Ryan walked to where I was.

"Thank. Now can you help me? I need to pass! P.E is one of the easier class to get a good mark in!" I said.

It's true that even though I hate P.E. It's one of the easier class to get marks in. You change, look like your alive. And bam! High marks!

"Alright... Here. Bend your knees just a little..." Ryan helped me by demonstrating.

I followed along copying him. I got the knees part right, just still can't shoot. We'll get working on that.

I plugged my iPod into the school's main gym sound system and we continued to shoot hoops. I was going to pass P.E no matter what.