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CONNIE'S POV

I'm an early riser by nature. I always have been, I can't sleep if it's bright or noisy, so the first sign of sunlight, or the first chirp of a bird and I'm up. Up and normally ready for the day. I say normally because I in fact had a hard time getting up this morning. This is because I'm rarely awakened in the middle of the night by pouty enforcers that feel bad about being the typical male.

I set my tray down on the table and the orange beside my toast decides to make a break for it and roll across the table, knocking over Dwayne's, luckily empty, milk glass. I watch as it continues its journey over the edge of the table, and half way across the floor, stopping just before tripping a member of the Chess team. I make no move to go get it.

"Are you feeling okay, Cons?" Guy knits his eyebrows at me, as I let out a huge yawn.

I nod still yawning and point to Portman as he walks over with his stack of pancakes and bacon. "It's all his fault."

"What's my fault?" Portman asks confused. "I can not, in any way, be held responsible for the slop they try to pass off as food in this place."

"Not that dingus, I meant the fact I'm lethargic."

"You also can't blame me for the fact that if you don't get exactly eight hours of sleep a night, you're miserable. I did not force you to be grumpy." He makes a face at me and I snort a giggle.

He's right, it is kind of a silly thing to be getting that cranky over, but I can't drop things unless I've had the last word. It's just how I am. "Well, I am not the one, that defying all manliness had to call and plead for forgiveness before I could get to sleep. Therefore forcing me to call people in the middle of the night, waking them up, to beg them to not be mad at me." I tease

A rumble of 'Oooh' and 'Uh-oh's go up from the rest of the team and I giggle.

With a laugh, he reaches over and plucks a grape from Julie's tray and tosses it at me. "That was harsh, Cons."

I just grin. "Harsh but true."

By the time the bell rings for first period, I've eaten next to nothing and am still exhausted. Though I know my low blood sugar is a factor. I should've at least had a cup of coffee, despite the fact I hate coffee. Oh well, I'm sure I'll wake up sooner or later.

"Hey, Connie." I hear a familiar voice behind me as I exit the dining room and stop to wait.

I turn around and smile, in spite of my complete lack of energy. "Yes, Dean?"

"Want me to walk with you?"

"Sure." I knit my eyebrows in confusion. "But isn't your class in the other direction?"

He nods thoughtfully and says. "Yeah, but I'm thinking about ditching anyway. And seriously, I think you should too, because those bags under your eyes look awful."

"Thanks a lot, you really know how to flatter a girl." I shove him playfully toward the lockers. "Though I think you maybe right.

"I aim to please. So, I'll walk you to the dorms then, I guess."

"Great thanks."

As we walk down the hall on the way to the exit, I happen to catch a glimpse of one of the cheerleaders hanging a poster for the Halloween dance and I can't help but be excited. Especially once I noticed the design they'd chosen for the signs was a picture I'd submitted, of a haunted house I'd drawn.

"They picked my sketch!" I squeal excitedly ripping one of the fliers off the wall and holding it in front of my friends' face, before tossing my arms around him in jubilation.

Dean chuckles and nods. "I see that, that's great, Cons."

"Okay, this calls for a celebration. Pizza and a movie, in my room. Come on." I take his hand and yank him with me. "You're coming too.

"You realize it's only 8AM, there are no pizza places open this early."

"Okay, two movies, then pizza, and then another movie."

Portman shakes his head in defeat and comes along with out much of a fight. Which is actually better for him, as I'm not above kicking someone until I get my way. In fact it's a skill I've honed to a science over the years. Ask any of the guys, they'll tell you, they know.

"Hey look, there's a dance coming up. Are you gonna go? I bet there's a line of girls lines up halfway to the locker room waiting to ask you already." I only partly joke, as we enter the dorm building

Portman shakes his head and stares off into space as we walk up to my room. "Nah, probably not."

"How come? Too sweet to chose between all the ladies so you'd rather not go, than hurt one of them?" I wink.

"No, I just hate Halloween."

"Oh, right." I bite my lip. "I'm sorry Dean, I just forgot."

He shrugs. "It's okay"

"Hmm, how about to get your mind off things, I'll let you pick the first movie?"

"Thanks, Cons." He snorts walking over to the movie shelf.

I pull off my jacket and toss it on a chair, doing the same with my sweater, leaving my soft purple cami on. I curl up on my bed after kicking off my shoes. With a smile I pat a spot beside me. "Put it in and come with me."

Instantly I see a blush creep into his cheeks and I can feel one coming on mine as well. "I mean, put the movie in the VCR and come sit with me."

Portman just nods, starts the tape and comes to sit next to me. "Yeah that's what I thought you meant."

Oh it's going to be a long day.

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