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Cohen, Mark Cohen

Fifth period; Physical Education. I hate this class. More than anything. They make you work out. On the first day no less. The teacher, of course is the football coach, so the first thing he has us do is try out for the team. Well, the jocks anyway. The rest of us just sit around and watch. Sports, definitely not my strong suit. I should've brought my camera. At least I'd have something to do.

Sixth period; English. Now this is a class I don't mind. And the teacher is pretty cool. I think she's a lesbian. She has an interesting way of teaching. I'm gonna really like this class. Although she already assigned us homework. So now I have Social Studies and English to do when I get home.

The bell rings. School's out. I compose myself before making my way to the bleachers. What if the only reason he asked me out there was to beat me up? I'm not exactly mister macho. In fact, I'm short for my age, I wear glasses, and all in all I look like a nerd. A deep breath. I grab my backpack and slowly make my way to the bleachers.

I get there and I notice him first. That cute smile again. I hesitantly continue over to him when he notices me. He's alone. I wonder where his friends were.

"Hey good, you made it." He seems pleased I'm here.

I'm nervous though. "Yeah. So what did you want?"

"To hang out. You seem pretty cool."

I raise a brow. "Are you sure you're talking about me?" What's he smoking besides those cigarettes?

"Yeah. Besides, you said you need pics of interesting people for the yearbook, and I thought I'd give you a chance to do that." Is he serious? Is this the only reason he wanted me to hang out?

He continues. "My band is practicing at Scott's garage and thought if you wanted you could take pics of us and maybe grab a bite to eat afterwards."

That didn't sound so bad. "Ok. But I have to call my mom first and let her know."

"Cool. You wanna call from Scott's place?"

"I should probably call her before I leave here."

"Cool. I'll go with you." He actually wants to go with me?

I agree and we head over to the pay phone closest to the front of the school. I call my mom to let her know I'm going to a 'friends' place, but she's skeptical. She however, agrees to let me go as long as I'm home in time to do my homework.

"My mom says it's fine as long as I'm home in time to do my homework."

"Cool. So Mark, what's your last name?" He asks me curiously.

"Cohen. Mark Cohen. It's Jewish. What's yours?"

"Davis. It's English. I think." He gives a light-hearted laugh.

I laugh with him, but I fail to see the humour. "How are we getting to your friend's house?"

"My mom's coming to pick us up. The others will meet us there. Got your camera?"

"Yeah." As if he couldn't see it around my neck. "What sort of music do you guys play?"

"Punk. Rock. We dabble. Actually we're fairly new. We only got together at the end of summer. Nothing happening yet, but we're hoping for a gig soon."

"Cool. I notice you carry a guitar. You play or just carry it?"

He found my question amusing. "Yeah I play. I've been playing for a few years. Taught myself."

"Wow. Can I see it?" That's when his mom shows up.

"I'll show you when we get to Scott's."

Roger got in the front seat and I hop into the back. The car ride was quiet for the most part except for Roger introducing me to his mom and her asking him how school was. He turns up the radio and proceeds to play air guitar. I chuckle a little but go about fiddling with the camera.

We finally arrive at Scott's house and Roger's mom gives him a kiss on the cheek. He protests and cringes wiping his face saying something about 'not in front of the guys' and gets out grabbing his guitar on the way. I can hear his friends snicker a bit, then they look at me with discontent. I don't think they want me here. I feel real uneasy being here. But Roger seems to want me here so I guess I'll stick around.