Shoutouts! Er...Shoutout.

Slightly: Yeah. 'Cause everyone hates you.

Shut. Up.

Unknown-Dreams: Yeah...you're kind of babbling. But you caught on to my point about the slurpie thingy. Good job!

January 8

David knocked on his sister's door, loudly. When he received no reply, he twisted the knob and walked in. Not to his surprise, Dodger was curled up in a ball at the foot of her blankets, her alarm clock blasting out Papa Roach's Getting Away With Murder. David made a face at his sister's taste in music and turned it off.

"Dodger, wake up!" David said, yanking the covers off of her. She didn't stir. Rolling his eyes, David said loudly, "Dodger, I have to tell you something: I'm in love."

Dodger almost flew off her bed in her excitement. Her hair a mess and her pillow clutched in her hand, she waited eagerly for David to speak. Instead of confessing his love for someone, David burst out laughing.

"What?" Dodger demanded. David clutched at his stomach as his eyes filled with tears of laughter. Dodger put her hands on her hips and glared at her brother.

"You—totally—fell for it!" he gasped. Dodger's eyes widened in realization, and she leaned forward and smacked her brother upside the head.

"Davvy, you LOSER!" she exclaimed. David's laughter slowly came to a halt.

"We're late for school," he said, simply.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Dodger turned to her brother, handing him some toast with butter and brown sugar. "How'd you know that would wake me up?" David snorted.

"Please. You think I'm not smart enough to figure out that you and Racetrack have been stalking me?" he said dismissively. "And when you asked me if I thought Cowboy was hot, it clicked." Dodger pouted.

"And I thought we were being sneaky," she mumbled. David chuckled.

"I know you did."

January 8

"A paper already?" Two-Bits complained as she and Spot walked out of their History class. "Blasted teachers," she muttered darkly in a British accent. Spot rolled his eyes.

"Why do you always do that?" he asked. Two-Bits gave him a look.

"You got a problem with it, laddie?" she asked, switching to an Irish accent. Spot glared and didn't answer. "I'll see you at lunch." She disappeared down the hall for her Italian class.

"Hey, Race," she said, sliding into the seat next to Racetrack. The teacher, "Professor Parati" as he insisted on being called, called for silence. Racetrack pulled out a sheet of notebook paper and began writing. When he was done, he folded it up and passed it to her.

R: Hey. We need to talk about Snitch and Spot.

T: Indeed we do.

R: So, Spot likes your brother. You know if he likes anyone?

T: No idea. He and I haven't had that discussion in a while.

R: Well, try and find out. Because Spot's been head over heels for your brother for a year.

T: -rolls eyes- Guys. They never just up and tell you that they like you.

R: I resent that!

T: Tough cookies.

"Miss Wilkins!" Two-Bits jumped as Professor Parati snatched the note out of her hand. "Note passing is unacceptable!" he snapped. Two-Bits had the decency to look ashamed.

Professor Parati stalked to the front of the room and, to Two-Bits' and Racetrack's horror, unfolded the note and began to read it aloud.

January 8

Whistles and catcalls followed Snitch wherever he went, and he had no idea why. It seemed that everyone knew something he didn't, because he couldn't even go to the bathroom without someone making a comment.

"Go Snitch!"

"Playa'…"

Etc. etc. etc.

Someone slammed into him, and Snitch almost toppled over. He looked up and saw that it was Spot, who looked livid. "Oh, hey Spot," he greeted. Spot blinked. It took a moment for him to register who he was talking to. His eyes narrowed as the whistles erupted into howls, and he shoved Snitch aside.

"Out of my way, fag," he snapped.

Shocked and dazed, Snitch stumbled into his next class.

January 8

"CONLON!"

Spot turned on his heels in the school parking lot. Two-Bits was storming toward him, looking furious. Spot scowled at her and continued walking. "Don't you walk away from me!"

Two-Bits grabbed Spot's shoulder and roughly turned him around. Spot opened his mouth to say something but Two-Bits smacked him across the cheek with all the force she could muster, leaving a red mark.

"What the FUCK did you do to my BROTHER!" she demanded. Spot frowned.

"The whole fucking school knows I like Snitch, and I think I know who to blame!" he replied, snappishly. Two-Bits looked surprised for an instant. Then she smacked him again.

"You fucker! That's not Snitch's fault! That was MY fault!" she shrieked. Spot didn't redeem himself.

"Well now the whole school knows! My reputation is fucked, thanks to you!" he exclaimed. Two-Bits growled.

"Your reputation was shit, anyway, Conlon! So go fuck yourself!" she snapped. "You're not even good enough for Snitch!"