Sheridan's face lit up with a smile when she saw Gerry waiting for her at school Monday morning. She quickly kissed Coach before hopping out of the truck and walking over to Gerry. "Hey, you."

"Hey, yourself," he smiled. Then he hugged her. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being a nosy friend," he replied.

"Yeah?" She teased. "Remember that next time you think I'm being too nosy."

"Ten minutes," he paused. "Shouldn't be too hard to remember for that long."

She rolled her eyes, and crossed her arms.

When he moved to put his arm around her, she suddenly lunged forward and pushed him. Hard. "You.., you.., Goobie."

Caught offgaurd, he stumbled and fell flat on his rear end. "Oh, that's it," he grinned. "I'm gonna get you!"

"Gotta catch me first!" She took off running while he scrambled to his feet.

"Come back here, Sheri Rose!" He called running after her.

Sheri dodged between two cars, pausing to catch her breath before she answered, "I ain't stupid, Gerry. I ain't about to go over there!"

Coach just smiled as he watched them play like seven year-olds instead of the nearly grown young adults they were. "Ya'll be careful!" He called out.

"Yes sir," they replied in giggling unison.

Sheri ran towards the kids gathered around the front entrance of the school. Seeing Alan, she laughed, "Alan, help me, help me, help me!" She grabbed his arm and turned him around between her and Gerry.

"What?" A confused Alan asked.

"Stall him," she commanded. "Louie, whack him with that big book you got there."

"Alan!" Gerry yelled out. "Hold her, man!"

"Sheridan," Alan laughed. "What did you do now?"

"Can't talk," she answered. "Gotta run. Literally."

"Alan, man, I told you to hold her here," Gerry said, catching up to them.

"No way, Dude," Alan scoffed. "I have better sense than that. She fights like a tiger and kicks harder than a mule. You want her, then you catch her. Oh, and if I was you, I'd be getting away from Louie right now. Sheri told him to whack you with his History book."

"If she comes back this way please stop her," he replied before continuing the chase. "Sunshine! Petey! Catch HER!" He pointed at Sheri.

Sheri looked up, just as Petey grabbed her and attempted tp hold her still. "Let me go, Petey," she warned. "I promise you don't want to get into this!"

"I got her, Superman," Petey replied. "Now, what?"

"Hold her!" He commanded.

She wiggled and pushed, trying to escape, and she was harder to hold onto than Petey had imagined.

"Stop all that 'fore you injure me," he laughed.

"I'm gonna do more than injure you," she shot back. "I said LET ME GO!"

He grinned at Gerry who was now stading behind her. "Okay, lady." He let her go and she stumbled back into ... Gerry's arms.

"Gerry." She looked up at him.

"Hi," he smiled. "I caught you."

"You cheated."

"You did too," he smirked, knowing that he had won this round. Then he kissed her, earning whistles and catcalls from those around them. He pulled away and smiled a lazy smile. "That'll teach you to go around pushing people."

"I didn't push you, "she replied turning her nose up in the air. "I shoved you. Big difference."

He just winked at her and let her go, laying one arm across her shoulders before they got a PDA warning.

"That is soo disgusting," Emma said, as she watched them, turning her own nose up.

Letty Morris rolled her eyes and snapped her compact shut. "You didn't think it was soo disgusting when it was you he was kissing."

"Not that!" She snapped. "Sheri letting that Petey-boy grab all over her."

"Oh, get real, Em. You couldn't care less what Sheridan is soing or not doing. All you care about is Gerry Bertier, and the fact that he ain't buzzing around you anymore. Which I might add, is your own fault. I tried to tell you, guys don't like ultamatums, but you wouldn't listen. It's your own fault! I don't see what the big deal is about him, anyway. His ears are too big."

"They are not. I think his eas are cute. But, I will admit that our break- up was my fault," Emma shrugged. "But, it's one I plan to correct very quickly."

"Uh-huh, and just how do you plan on doing that? In case, you ain't noticed, he's practically attached himself to Sheridan again."

"You'll see," she smiled. "I got him once, I can do it again."

"Yeah, well, just don't expect me to interfere again." Letty went back to touching up her make-up.

A few feet away, Precious Johnson turned around and looked at them. Had she heard them right? Was that little Miss Perfect actually scamming on Sheridan? BOy, did she have something to share this afternoon.

Caoch watched the outcome of thier chase from the side-entrance steps.

"You know, Bill," Richard White, a science teacher that was known to be very racist, said, stopping beside him. "If one of those black boys grabbed my daughter, my white daughter, like that..," he shrugged. "Well, I'd make sure he knew not to do it again."

Coach was unsure of what he should say. He could defend Petey, but a guy like Richard, wouldn't even hear it much less listen to it. After a pause, he replied, "You know Richard, I'm kind of confused, what color is your other daughter? Purple? Green? Blue? What?"

"What?"

"You said, 'my white daughter'. I was just wondering what color the other daughter was, if she wasn't white, too," Bill explained.

"You know very well what I mean."

"Yes, I do," he turned serious. "And if you ever say anything else to or about my daughter about who she choose to be friends with, or one of our boys either, then you will be the one I make sure doesn't do it again. Good day, Richard." He turned and walked into the building, leaving Richard White standing there speechless.