Becky sat with her back against the door to her dorm room. She didn't realize until after she had left the cafeteria that she didn't have her key and she would now have to wait until someone else came back with the key. The back of her hand where the apple had hit her was turning slowly from red to blue. She hadn't even realized that the apple had hit her until she sat down.

'Oh great... a bruise' she thought to herself as she ran her thumb over the area. She was incredibly embarrassed by what had just happened and she refused to go back to the cafeteria to get ice, and it was too cold outside to walk to Gordon's. Her thoughts were interupted as she felt her leg jolt and heard a crashing thud on the floor. She looked up to see that Dean had tripped over her and fallen on the floor. Her faced turned red as she became embarrassed yet again. '2 for 2' she thought to herself. Her apologetic feelings were slowly diminished as soon as Dean began to speak.

"Sorry, I didn't notice you sitting there." He said, standing up and brushing his behind off with his hands.

"That's okay. I'll just add you to the list..." She snapped.

"Add me to the list?"

"Of people who don't notice me." Becky chuckled. "It's growing pretty quickly."

"Excuse me?" Dean realized he was raising his voice and took a deep breath. "If you haven't NOTICED, you're the one who's not noticing anyone! You're too busy taking everything out on everyone. Bombay goes out of his way to make you happy and you don't even care. So does your sister. And everyone here tries to be nice to you, but you won't let them. And I can't even believe you're insinuating that I don't notice you. That's a load of crap if you ask me, and you know it." At this point Becky was looking down at her hand. She was avoiding eye contact so that Dean wouldn't see the tears welling up in her eyes. She knew that everything he said was true, but it was too late to do anything about it. "Look, I'm sorry..." Dean began, kneeling beside her. "What's with your hand?" He asked, examining it closely. "Did Goldberg hit you with that apple?" He shook his head and was ashamed of his friend. "Let me go get you some ice."

"No." She mumbled, shaking her head.

"Well, I'm gonna go get it anyway." He said, standing up and heading towards the cafeteria. As he pushed open the doors and stepped outside, Carly and Fulton passed him. They exchanged hellos and approached Becky.

"Hey Becks. Don't look so down." Carly insisted, sitting beside her. She placed an arm around Becky's shoulder. "What's wrong?" She asked, stroking her hair. Becky raised her hand to Carly's face.

"It hurts." She complained. "Now do you see why I can't stand these people?" Her voice indicated that she was somewhat kidding.

"What's really wrong? I know my Becks and she doesn't cry when she gets hit with flying food." Carly smiled wiping a tear away from Becky's cheek.

"Should I leave?" Fulton asked, motioning toward his dorm. Becky shook her head.

"I guess I've kinda been treating everybody on the team like crap." Becky said to Fulton. "You haven't ever done anything mean to me, but I don't even give you the time of day."

"Don't worry about it. I can understand where you're coming from I guess. Besides, you're not as hard on me as you are some of the others."

"I hate it here." Becky complained, resting her head on Carly's shoulder.

"Well, you're gonna be here for a while." Carly said to her. "You might as well get used to it."

"Even if I did, I don't see why anyone here would even give me the time of day. After all, why should any of the Ducks be nice to me after the way I treated them?"

"Hey, don't worry. We're pretty nice people." Fulton laughed. They were interupted as Guy, Goldberg, Dwayne, Stacy, Julie, and Connie approached loudly. Becky glared at Goldberg and Carly elbowed her in the side. She shifted her glare from Goldberg back to her hand.

"What's up with Becky?" Stacy asked as she stopped near them, Dwayne's arm around her waist.

"Goldberg put her out of action." Fulton laughed. "She's bruised."

"You bruised my date?!" Guy complained, giving Goldberg a punch on the shoulder.

"Sorry." Goldberg shrugged, looking at Becky. "I really was aiming for the Ogre." He laughed.

"Who are you calling an ogre?" Dean shoved Goldberg into the wall as he walked by him and handed a bag of ice to Becky. Becky pressed the ice firmly against her hand.

"What's this dance I've been hearing about?" Carly asked curiously.

"There's a dance friday." Connie replied. "I think we're all going." Carly's face lit up as Fulton sat down beside her.

"I don't have a date yet, and I'd be honored to take you." He smiled.

"Awww!" Carly exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'd LOVE to go." The noise level in the hall began to rise as the rest of Eden Hall headed to dinner.

"Well, I've got some studying to do." Fulton said, standing up. Carly stood up, too. Carly pulled Becky to her feet.

"I'll see you later." Dwayne said to Stacy, kissing her on the cheek. Everyone laughed. "See y'all later." Dwayne said, walking away. Everyone said their goodbyes and turned in the directions of their rooms. Becky, Carly, and Fulton were left standing there.

"Maybe we'll get together and do something tomorrow after our classes are out. The three of us." Fulton suggested.

"I don't know..." Becky shook her head.

"We'd love to come." Carly smiled, hugging Fulton one last time. "See you tomorrow."

"Bye." Fulton turned to leave.

"Fulton..." Becky called his name. He stopped and turned around.

"Yeah?" He asked. She held up her bag of ice. "Tell Dean I said thank you?"

"You got it." He smiled and walked away.