***I don't own Fearless, the characters are property of Francine Pascal but this story is my own creation.  Enjoy!***

Run In

7: 47 am

Gaia groggily got out of bed. What day is it today? Oh yeah, Monday…just great.  She threw on a worn pair of khakis and a gray -relatively clean- hooded sweatshirt.  Gaia smelled burnt eggs and toast. Lovely, Ella's cooking again she thought to herself, maybe if I get to the door before Ella spots me I'll be able to head over to Krispy Kreme for an early morning doughnut.  Gaia quickly grabbed her math textbook and stuffed it into her ever-present messenger bag.

She glanced over to her dresser or Ella and George's dresser and saw her keys and a $5.00 bill; she grabbed them both before she headed out of the room and to the stairs.   The smell grew worse as she descended the stairs and her clunky construction boots sounded loudly with every reluctant step she took.  Gaia quickly made her way to the closet, grabbed her acid-green coat and headed out the door.  She was pretty pleased with herself; she had gotten out of the house without a run in with mega-bitch.  

7:55am

Gaia headed over to Krispy Kreme her stomach growling, patience she told her stomach, patience.  She briskly walked by the salad bar full of greasy blobs of something and headed to the main counter where her precious donuts awaited.  "Can I get 3 chocolate doughnuts please?" she said eagerly.  Seconds later, she had a doughnut in her mouth and 2 in her messenger bag, for lunch. 

As she walked towards school her mind drifted briefly to Sam, as it always seemed to do in the quiet moments she had to herself.   She wondered what he was doing, maybe he was sleeping or cramming in extra time to study for an exam or snuggling with Heather under the sheets, kissing her lightly, holding her hand…STOP she told herself.  It was bad enough Sam was Heather's boyfriend but even worse was the fact that she had seen them together in bed and knew exactly what could have happened this weekend between them.  Gaia sighed. 

Why did she always think about this before school?

This would mean she would brood about it all day in class, in between class, at lunch while Ed talked to her and so on and so on.  Damn Monday's.  Since she had been so immersed in her own thoughts and her doughnut, she hadn't been paying attention to where she was walking and slammed head first into a solid object, she stumbled and fell.  Her doughnut flew out of her hand.  When she finally looked up to see who she'd bumped in to her eyes widened.  It was Sam.