Disclaimer: I do not own Recess or any of its characters.

Author's Note: OK, well, Clintronic Waldrop I'm really, really, really sry I told u this was a TJ/Spin fic, but if you can forgive me for that stupid mistake, keep reading! As of yesterday I'm on Spring Break, so I'm gonna try to write more chapters while I'm not in school this week.

Chapter Three

*One Year Anniversary*

"Spinelli went out with Lawson last night," Gretchen said uncomfortably, trying to find something to talk about. Her and Vince hadn't been out on a date, just the two of them, in so long that it felt awkward. She loved Vince, she knew she did, but she felt like she had nothing to talk about with Vince. Like they had come to a place in their relationship were they had nothing to talk about, simply because of lack of time together.

"She did?" Vince asked, disgust filling his voice. While Gretchen, Spinelli, and Mikey had all managed to somehow find the good in Lawson, way deep down, Vince still hated him with a vengeance. But Gretchen figured it was mainly because Lawson would do anything to get his spot back on the basketball team.

"Yeah," Gretchen simply answered, "She's going to tell TJ tonight."

"What? She can't do that," Vince exclaimed. He felt very sorry for his best friend, whom had decided yesterday to tell Spinelli about his feelings for her, "He's gonna tell her that he loves her tonight."

"I think Teej already missed his chance," Gretchen mumbled. She loved TJ as a friend, like a brother, and she knew, deep down, that Spinelli belonged with TJ. But Spinelli was her best friend, and she had seemed so deeply in love with Lawson last night on the phone, that Gretchen felt that maybe, just maybe, TJ should move on, "She told me she's in love with Lawson."

"I don't believe it," Vince firmly said, "Nobody could possibly be in love with Lawson."

"Well, I wouldn't be so sure about it until you talk to Spinelli," Gretchen said, then she decided to change the subject, "Vince, I think we need to talk about our relationship."

"Yeah, honey, I keep meaning to tell you," Vince said, "I really love the way you've been supportive of me on the basketball team."

"That's what I want to talk about," Gretchen said, taking a deep breath, "Look Vince, I love you and I'm really glad that you're on the team. And that you're the star player. And even though I don't really know that much about basketball I'm glad to come out and support you on Friday nights. But what I want to know is why on Saturday nights, when you have no games, we always hang out with your basketball friends? We never go out on dates anymore just the two of us."

"Where do you think we are tonight?" Vince asked.

"I'm talking about in the last three months," Gretchen said, "I was really just going to let it go, thinking I was being paranoid, but Spinelli made me see Thursday that I'm not the only one who's noticed it."

"Come on Gretch," Vince pleaded, "I love you, and I mean, we're not hanging out with my basketball buddies any more than we hang out with our old gang."

"But that's the thing Vince," Gretchen protested, "Between hanging out with our old gang and hanging out with your basketball buddies, we never get any alone time anymore. I don't remember the last time you took me home by yourself and actually gave me a real kiss."

"So, what, are you telling me you want me to dump my basketball friends just because you don't think we're spending enough time together?" Vince said angrily, "I mean, that would be like me telling you to not hang out with Spinelli anymore because she takes up too much of the time I want to spend with you."

"It's not true with Spinelli though," Gretchen argued, also getting angry, "I only hang out with Spinelli when you're at basketball practice or the away games I can't get to yet. Then she goes home and I wait by my phone hoping you call me and invite me to one of those stupid parties we go to every week."

"Oh, so its all my fault that we're 'not spending enough time together'?" Vince almost shouted, "Come on Gretch, we spend a lot of time together, we talk for at least fifteen minutes every night on the phone. Plus, we are together at the parties."

"Until you decide to go off and be with your stupid basketball friends and leave me with the ditzy Ashley's, who can't figure out what two plus two is after only having two drinks," Gretchen practically yelled back, "Besides, when was the last time you and TJ actually hung out outside of school? I bet it was before you joined the basketball team. And I bet the last time you hung out with Gus and Mikey was even farther back in time than that."

"So what exactly are you implying?" Vince asked, this time at a full-out shout, "That I don't care about my old friends now?"

"Yes, I'm exactly implying that," Gretchen yelled at him, "You don't even know what's going on in your friends lives half the time, like you don't even realize that your so-called good friends on the basketball team call Mikey a fag anytime they get the opportunity too."

"Look, I've been friends with these people almost forever," Vince shouted back, "Just because I'm on the basketball team doesn't mean I'm abandoning them for the jocks of our school."

"Oh really?" Gretchen asked, "You could have fooled me, just out of curiosity, when we're all together in English class, who do you usually sit by?"

"Well, TJ for one," Vince smirked.

"Oh, and does the rest of your so-called friends forever group sit with you?" Gretchen asked.

"No," Vince said uneasily, "Look, if you think I'm becoming that much of a jock why don't you just quit being with me?"

"Are you breaking up with me Vince?" Gretchen asked, her eyes filling with tears at Vince's snide remark.

"Yeah, yeah, I guess I am," Vince said, looking extremely uncomfortable before getting up from the table and walking out of the restaurant.

Gretchen just sat there, stunned. After a few minutes she started crying. She hadn't meant for things to go like this on their one year anniversary. She had just wanted Vince to see how much the basketball team had been changing him. How much she wanted to spend more time with him and less time with the Ashley's.

"Well, now I don't have to worry about the Ashley's," Gretchen said, then she groaned, "Oh man, Vince was my ride home."

Gretchen began to cry again as she was reminded of Vince. And of trying to find a way home.