{In the beginning of the movie, nineteen year old Sheryl is talking. That is who narrates this story now. So, when every it has narration, it's Sheryl talking.)

Narration: "And so, the first week of T.C. Williams High School had come to an end. I bet all of you think Sheri and Gerry got back together right away, and by the Herndon game, it was his letterman's jacket her pompoms were laying on right? Wrong! You people don't know my big sister very well yet, do you? That would have been easy and Sissie never does things the easy way, but that didn't discourge Gerry. As much as Sheri liked being difficult, Gerry liked being challenged by her."

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"I think somebody's waiting for you," Coach said, pointing to where Gerry was leaning against the building next to the teacher's parking lot.

"Yeah," Sheri replied, trying not to smile. "He probably just wants to make sure I'm okay."

"Uh-huh," Coach smirked. "I'm sure that's it. Or maybe he's waiting there for some other reason."

"Daddy, don't be absurd." She hugged him quickly, then hopped out of the truck with an, "I love you."

Gerry smiled as she walked towards him. "Hey, you."

"Hey, yourself." She replied.

"How are you?"

"I'm.., I'm good," She said, honestly. "Not sure for how long, though. Jenn says I'm the talk of the school. Ray's latest conquest. What goes around, comes around I guess. I've talked about other girls, plenty of times. My turn now, I suppose." She rearranged her books to keep from having to look him in the eye.

"Nah, nobody's gonna say anything," He replied. "Besides, anybody who's really your friend already knows the truth anyways."

He took her books, then her hand.

She smiled.

"Come on," He said, encouraged by her smile and the fact that she hadn't snatched her hand away yet. "What class do you have first period?" He couldn't believe he didn't already know that. Used to be, he knew her classes better than his own. He had to if he was going to wlak her to them, then be waiting for her by the door when it was over.

Sheri loved all that old-fashioned, romantic, holding doors and chairs, walk you to class and carry your books type stuff and Gerry loved the smile on her face whenever she saw him waiting for her to come out of the classroom. Of course, this had gotten him quite a few tardies in four and a half years, but it was well worth it.

"Home Ec." She made a face. "It ought to be illegal for them to require girls to take that class. I mean, I don't see them requiring boys to take autoshop or woodworking."

Gerry laughed. "I did take autoshop."

"Yeah, once, this is the sixth year I've taken Home Ec. I know how to take care of a house, it's really not that hard, and I know how to cook, thank you very much. And if I can baby-sit for Sheryl and Clay Micheal at the same time and not kill one of them, then I can handle any kid.

"How is Little Man?" Gerry smiled. He had often 'helped' Sheri babysit those two so Coach and Ms. Truvy could go out.

"Bad as always," She grinned. "Still loves footballs and his little mens. Says I'm his girlfriend."

"Like always," He laughed. More than once Clay had informed Gerry that Sheri wasn't his girlfriend cause she was his girlfriend. At three years old.

"I hadn't seen him in about a month though. Truvy's momma broke her leg, so they been staying with her down in Williamsburg." She explained.

"Oh."

They were at the Home Ec. building. "Here we are." He handed her books back to her. "See ya' after class."

"Gerry, you don't have to walk me to and from my classes."

"I know. I want to." His eyes were twinkling at her.

"Boy, go to class," She laughed, then disappeared inside her classroom.

Jenn cornered her before she even got to sit down. "What's all that about?"

"What?"

"Gerry walking you to class, that's what!"

"Just two friends, enjoying each other company and a morning conversation," she replied, coolly. "Nothing more, so make nothing more of it."

"Class," Mrs. Smith annouced. "You all are supposed to report to the gym for a meeting about homecoming. Now your class sponsors are waiting on you, so go on."

Sheri walked intot he gym to see Gerry and Alan had saved her a place betweeen them, just like old times, except now, Julius was on the other side of Gerry and Rev was sitting next to Alan. Blue and Louie were seated in front of them, and Jerry Buck and Kurt Davis was behind them.

When she sat down she realized she was surround by football players. That was exactly like being back at Hammond. But it was more to it than that. They were showing everybody that she belonged to them and nobody had better mess with her.

Ray walked in and glared up at her. Gerry stood up and stepped in front of her, arms folded across his chest. ray looked away and went to join some friends on the far side of the group. He had gotten enough of Gerry for quite some time.

Gerry sat back down. He would have put a protective arm around Sheri, but Alan had beaten him to it.

Usually Sheri would have done gone off on all of them for this protective, gotta take care of you stuff, but today, she was in a very unfeministic mood and was happy to have thier added support and protection.

"Okay, everybody, listen up!!" Coach spoke up, getting everyone's attention. "Homecoming is week after next. Ya'll know how this works, six nominees, then ya'll vote next week and the two with the most votes will be Senior Maid and Student Body Maid. So I need six names and six people to second the nominations, and then we can get out of here. Any questions?"

When there was none, Mrs. Sanford, one of the other two Senior class sponsors, started the nominations.

"Terri Lynn Wyman," someone called out. It was seconded.

"Precious Simpson." Sheri raised her hand to second it. Precious looked up at her, slightly amazed.

"Emma Hoyt." Seconded.

"Nivea Jones." Seconded.

"Sheridan Yoast," Jenn yelled. Precious hand shot up to second it. Sheri smiled at her.

"Christy Buchanan." Seconded.

"Okay," Mrs. Sanford said. "Terri Lynn, Precious, Emma, Nivea, Sheridan, and Christy are the nominees, ya'll vote Monday, so be thinking about it."

Some other things were discussed and when the bell for second period rang they were dismissed.

"Homecoming maid nominee," Coach said, teasingly as he helped her down from the bleachers. "And to think you were my little tomboy who had to be begged, bribed and threatened to just put on a dress."

"Coach," She laughed. "I wasn't that bad."

"You were too, and you know it." He hugged her playfully. "See ya', later, Precious."

"Bye, Coach."

Gerry walked her to Geometry, then to English and American History, both of which they had together. She ate lunch at the teams table, then fifth period was Advanced Chemistry with Alan and Rev.

They all shared a lab table and always managed to find a way to talk to each other.

She was actually listening to the lecture, for once, when Alan's notebook came into her line of vision:

So, what's up with

you and Gerry?

Ya'll back together

Again?

She scribbled back:

We're just friends.

Nothing more. Why

is everyone making

such a big deal of

that?

He read it and rolled his eyes at her. When the notebook came back it read:

He's walking you to

class, carrying your

books, holding your

hand, when you let

him, waiting for you

after class, all of the

things he did when

you were going out.

You do the Math.

She wrote back:

I did the Math and

I'm not sure I want

to go back down

that road again.

Alan's reply:

Come off it, Sheri,

this is me, you're

trying to lie to.

You know you like

Gerry. You just like

giving him a hard

time. He made a

mistake, you did too.

Get over it already.

She read it and wrote:

Maybe I do like

giving him a hard

but you can't say

he don't like it.

Besides I really

don't know if I want

to go out with him

again. It's a lot to

think about.

He laughed, then wrote:

My sweet Sheridan,

you are mean to that

boy, but you're right,

he wouldn't know

what to do, if you

didn't push him. Just

make sure you don't

push yourself right

out of the picture.

Then they were caught passing notes and had to put the notebook up.

Sixth period was cheerleading then school was out for another day.