Ok, ok. But just to let you all know—I'm not happy that I didn't get any reviews. I mean, I did!!! And I love all you guys for it!!! But come on people!! Just hit the lovely little button in the bottom right corner of your monitor!! Pwease?

So anyway, here's chapter three of My little Fred story. Hope you likies, and hope I can maintain whatever plot I originally had. Sorrie it took so long.

So here it goes!

WAIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!! *all hell stops* I forgot to give credit where crdit is due! So here's the credit, just scroll to the bold if ya don't feel like reading!

MissMishka: Wow. I totally love your review. Thank you so much and I hope I don't disappoint!!!!!!

Chrissie: Hey thanks!! I'll try not to get discouraged, and I'll keep updating (hopefully)!!!

Alice: Yay! Blob fans!! I was never actually one myself tho… Don't kill me!! I'm growing closer and closer to him with every word I write of this story!!!

Eileen: Ja, I think I explained last chapter. Sorrie bout the confusion.

Roguehobbit: Hey, don't worry. I'm going to avoid Mary Sueing as much as possible. You know, the downright disgusting kind… *grimace*

Foxglove: I sure hope she turns out the way I hoped!! We'll see though, and I hope you read more!!

A girl and her muses: I'm so sorrie!!! By the time I had checked the reviews and written chapter two, I hadn't seen yours!!! CAN YOU EVER FORGIVE ME???? Are you still reading anyway? I hope so!!! I wuv your reviews!!!!!!

Risty: Ja, I totally agree. I hope we all get to see more of him, everywhere.

And finally, jskullguy: Not a bad idea, actually. I was actually going to keep Nadine a human, but your idea is uber cool. Danke!!!

So anyway, let's get onto the actual story!!

Chapter Two: Duncan Matthews is an Asshole

It was five o'clock the next morning when Nadine was awake and at school, dressed in a pair of cheerleader shorts and an old volunteer t-shirt. Something about a mile run had long since faded, but it didn't matter to Nadine. She just needed something she could sweat into.

She was standing at the track field, glaring at it as if it were a curse. Hell, it was a curse, considering what she was about to do. But she had to do it, for her own sake.

She was going to run. Five miles would she run, or walk at least, and she was going to do it regularly. Maybe—just maybe—she could lose some weight then.

The first quarter of a mile wasn't too bad, actually. She didn't have any breathing problems and she had yet to start sweating. She thanked the cool, moist air for that, but knew she would later damn it.

Cold sweat was not comfortable. And it always came quickly.

She had approached her half-mile when she realized her breathing was becoming irregular, and she was having difficulty breathing. It wasn't the three-quarter's mark when her side began to hurt.

So it was going to be a bit more difficult than she had planned. She huffed wearily as she finally crossed the mile line, dreakding the next for laps. If she even lived through next four laps.

Meanwhile, a certain mohawked teenager had also appeared at the school early. Nadine, had after all, told him to meet her at the school at seven. So what if he was two hours early? He was going to change himself—maybe he could study for an upcoming test or something.

He had seen her on the track field from the parking lot, and had gone out to talk to her. But by the time he had made it to the track, she was running around it. He couldn't help but wonder why she felt the need to run—he only ran, after all, when he was charging one of those X-Men guys. Even then, he tried not to run too much.

And she didn't either, by the looks of it. She was panting half-way through her first lap, and looked ready to collapse by the end of it. Slight concern etched itself across Fred's face, but he simply passed it off. She could do fine by herself, right?

It appeared so, because Nadine managed to take two more laps without any problems. She was nearing the halfway mark on her fourth lap when Fred heard a loud hoot behind him. He turned as best he could on the bleacher to see the infamous Duncan Matthews and his usual duo of cronies. The three of them were all laughing heartily as Duncan pointed unceremoniously towards Nadine. Fred watched in slight horror and slight disgust as Duncan made comment after comment about Nadine on the track. Fred could only hope that she couldn't hear, and he was grateful to see that it didn't look like she could.

"Hey Naddie!" Duncan finally called, cupping his hands. Fred stood as he shouted, "We don't wanna see that hanging out!"

Duncan Matthews had just sealed his fate. Fred, without hesitation, began his way towards Duncan, a scowl leaving deep creases in his usually soft face. Duncan's cronies finally noticed him, and watched in horror as Fred approached them, fists clenched. One finally gained the nerve to tug lightly on Duncan's coat sleeve as he offered Nadine more insults. Duncan paused to glance at his friend in annoyance, finally spotting Fred heading his way. He immediately stopped, which caused Nadine to turn, wondering why the insults had ceased.

"Oh, you're going to regret ever insulting somebody, Matthews!" Fred shouted threateningly (how ELSE can you shout that??), rolling up his sleeve for emphasis of his clenched fists. Duncan gulped and quickly began a search for a quick escape, but the larger teen had blocked all exits except the backwards drop from the top level of the bleachers.

It was definitely not a risk Duncan would take over Fred Dukes. But it was starting to look tempting. He quickly notioned at his two buddies for take care of Fred, but they both shook their heads vehemently. Both knew the consqequences of picking a fight with the notorious Freddy.

"I—uh—I… hi," Duncan stuttered nervously, inching slightly to his left. Fred followed, the scowl never having left his face. He cracked his knuckles, watching in amusement as Duncan flinched visibly winced at each cracked knuckle.

A small thud stopped Fred from going any farther. He turned around to see Nadine gasping on the ground beneath them, clutching her chest tightly.

It, if at all possible, was not five seconds before Fred was at her side, leaning over her to see if she was ok. She couldn't breathe, it seemed, and her face was completely red and covered in sweat. She was rocking back and forth, taking tiny intakes of breath at a rapid pace. Fred had never seen anything of the sort, so he looked around for any sign of help. Jack, one of Duncan's friends, had made it down the bleachers, followed by Duncan and the other friend. The first huffed as he approached and leaned over.

"She… she's hyperventilating!" he cried, grabbing one of her arms tightly and attempting to help her stand. Fred ignored him and helped her stand himself, leaning her against him. He followed the boy into the school and towards the infirmary, ignoring the slightly dumbfounded and incredibly lucky Duncan behind him.

"I—I couldn't get five miles…" Nadine stated hoarsely through the gasps suddenly, slightly frightening Fred. But he was almost to the imfirmary, where the nurse took Nadine quickly and administered necessary methods. She thanked both Jack and Fred and ushered them out of the infirmary. Jack quickly disappeared, as students had begun to enter the building and he didn't want to be caught hanging near Fred. Fred, however, didn't care. He was still slightly worried about his newfound friend and her well being.

That, and the fact that he had let Duncan Matthews get away.

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Whoo-hoo! Crap chapter!!! Um…. Ok, I'm basically out oflittle plt pieces, so any suggestions are always cool guys!! Love you all!!

But yay!! 1000 words again! I'm so proud!

Ok, that's all you get for now. And please… I don't want to continue until I have

AT LEAST 20 reviews…

And I'm probably serious this time because I have other ideas. So anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter!!

Anyway, ttyl!!! Luv u all!

MUAH!