Troy walked to school with Rachel the next morning.
"So… you nervous, Troy? I sense some… tension…" laughed Rachel.
"No… I'm not nervous… not nervous at all… I'm cool!" said Troy.
"Well, good luck. Remember, Troy, I'm doing this for your own good…" said Rachel with a serious tone. "But I can't wait to see you cheer!"
Troy and Rachel arrived at school.
"See you at lunch! Well, actually… see you and your new girlfriend at lunch!" giggled Rachel, and ran to her first class.
Troy went to his locker. "Get it together man," thought Troy. "You're cool… you're cool man, you're the coolest guy in school!"
Troy went to his first class and eyed out the girls. English was his first subject that morning, and most of the girls in this class were pretty geeky... most of the girls in this class were either geniuses or cheerleaders, and he couldn't date a cheerleader. He needed someone down to earth… but he wouldn't settle for a nerd.
"Good morning class," said Mrs. Myers. "I'm partnering you up for a special English Assignment, which will count as a large part of your grade, so do well and you won't fail. Okay…"
Mrs. Myers read down the list of partners, and finally reached Troy.
"Mr. Bolton… you will be paired up with… Paris."
Aw great, thought Troy, a nerd.
Paris went up to his desk. She was tanned, with light brown shoulder length hair, and light brown eyes. She was surprisingly… kind of... beautiful.
"Hi Troy," said Paris nervously, trying not to gawk. She couldn't believe she was partnered up with the most popular guy in school. "I'm Paris."
She reached out her hand, and he shook it.
"Hi… I'm… I'm Troy."
Maybe this was the girl—
"Mr. Bolton," said Mrs. Myers. "Unfortunately, you are failing my class. Now, I have paired you with Paris so that you won't daydream, so do yourself a favor and start focusing... NOW."
"Um… sorry… Mrs. Myers," said Troy, clearing his throat.
Troy went up to Rachel's locker.
"Hi!" he said excitedly.
"What's up with you?" asked Rachel, puzzled by Troy's mood.
"Well, I think I've found her."
"Who?"
"The girl. You know… the girl for the deal!" whispered Troy.
"Sooooo… so who is she?" asked Rachel.
"Paris. This girl in my English class. The only non-cheerleader in the class who's pretty. She was really nice! I mean, I just… I felt something… powerful, you know?"
"Troy!" exclaimed Rachel. "You sound like a woman!"
"Sorry, but this deal really got me thinking. You were so right! I need a girl who isn't obsessed with herself, who isn't stuck-up and popular… I need a nice girl, a friendly, sweet girl… thanks Rachel, you're the best!" said Troy happily. The bell rang, and Troy walked away.