"Why am I so worried about Ruthie? She said she's mad at me. Whatever, I shouldn't care. It's not like I like her or somthing. Do I? Do I like Ruthie." Martin said turning around to reveal a mirror.

"Do I?" Martin said grabbing his coat and running out of the art classroom door.

Martin was so worried abot Ruthie. It was Friday, and she was in Track practice right now. Martin zoomed down the hall. When he burst out the doors of the school, he couldn't help noticing Ruthie in her track uniform.

"She looks cute," Martin said to himself. "No she doesn't. No...she doesn't," Martin said, taking it back. He felt sinful thinking about Ruthie like that.

When track practice was over Ruthie walked over to the benches and sat down. She was amazingly pale. As she took a huge sip of water, Martin approched Ruthie. Ruthie gave off a huge sigh.

"What can you possibly want? What can you possibly say to me right now?" She said looking at Martin. She looked sick.

"Ruthie, I'm taking you home. You're sick! Have you seen yourself? Your as pale as the moon," Martin said looking away. He couldn't stand to see Ruthie like she was.

"Are you kidding me? Martin! I really need you to lay off! I am fine. I have been telling you this all week! I don't need you babysitting me." She said turning and walking off.

"Ruthie!" Martin yelled and ran in back of her, sliding his coat over her shoulders.

"What are you doing?" She asked confused.

"Ummm...I don't know how to say this, but...your bleeding." He said, walking around Ruthie.

"Great! First, I have to miss luch for track, then I find you stalking me, then I get my period right before the only school activity I really want to do!" Ruthie saud wrapping his coat around her waste.

"What do you mean?" Martin asked confused.

"I've only been doing all these activities to get my mind off of breaking up with Vincent. Okay, are you happy now?" Ruthie said starting to walk to the bathrooms.

"Ruthie, that doesn't change anything! You look exhausted. You need to go home and rest!" Martin yelled, as Ruthie walked away into the bathrooms.