Troy walked to school Monday morning and went to Rachel's locker.

"Rachel, listen," sighed Troy. "We really need to talk this through."

"No Troy, no we don't."

"Yes, yes we do. I was a jerk, a real genuine jerk, and all I can do is get down on my knees and beg for an apology."

"I can't apologize. I already did, but you stabbed me in the back. And I know it'll happen again."

"No, no it won't!" exclaimed Troy. "I won't hurt you again, I... I promise!"

"I want to forgive you Troy," said Rachel. "But, really, how can I? Now I realize what you did all this time! You were in this without realizing how many people you were stepping on just to win a bet. And now, you broke Carol, Paris, Molly's and my heart all at the same time, in front of the whole school. I'm just glad I didn't get into the argument with the other girls. You screwed up, Troy. And I could forgive you if I hadn't before, but you messed up, big time. And now, I've lost my best friend."

"Rachel, please, Rachel. I can change this. I can get every girl to forgive me, I can fix this! But I need your forgiveness first." Troy got down on his knees and held Rachel's hands. "Please."

Rachel let go of his hands. "It's too late now. Their hearts are broken and they can't forgive you for what you've done… and neither can I." Rachel walked away, crying. Troy hit his head against the locker. Would he ever win back his best friend? Now he realized how much he cared for all these girls, and what a jerk he had been for liking them without realizing how much he was going to hurt them in the end. But he still wasn't sure which girl he wanted.

The bell rang and Troy walked to his first class, English. Paris sat in front of him, and he tapped her on the shoulder.

"Paris," whispered Troy. "Paris, please listen to me."

"Why would you do that to me, Troy?" said Paris. She was getting choked up. "I thought we liked each other! What happened to that?"

"Paris," said Mrs. Myers. "Paris, Troy, come present your assignment to the class.

The two stood up in front of the class, and Troy started reading from his notes.

"Shakespearean theatre," said Troy, nervously. "Um… the word Shakespearean comes from William Shakespeare, perhaps the most famous playwright of our time." It was Paris' turn to read her line. She sniffled and wiped tears from her eyes with her sleeve.

"Shake… shake… Shakespearean theatre originated… it originated—"

Paris couldn't take it anymore. She ran out of the classroom, sobbing. All the students in the class started laughing hysterically. Troy just frowned and gave Mrs. Myers a look as to apologize on Paris' behalf.

"Well," said Mrs. Myers, putting on her glasses. "Well, that was… short. Anyway, next we have—"

Troy walked out of the class to look for Paris. She was at her locker, and Troy went up to her, watching her pack her things in her backpack.

"What are you doing?" asked Troy.

"I'm leaving," sobbed Paris.

"You can't just leave, we need to—"

"Troy, the only thing you need to do is move. Who do you think you are? Oh, but you didn't bother to tell me you were seeing two other girls AS WELL as me. Well, I can't deal with that! You know, Troy, I've never really liked a guy before, and now the first guy I've liked breaks my heart and dates two other girls. Don't you think something's wrong with that?"

"I know, and I'm so sorry—"

"MOVE!" Paris pushed Troy away and walked away. Troy sighed and heard the bell. He saw Carol running by.

"CAROL! CAROL!" yelled Troy. "CAROL! Wait!"

Troy caught up to Carol, and she walked fast.

"Carol, I'm a jerk. Look, I understand if you're hurt! But is there any chance we could put this behind us?"

"No, Troy," mumbled Carol. "There isn't a way. Didn't it ever run through your mind that you can't be with three girls and expect them never to find out about each other? Well, it happened, Troy. We found out."

Carol walked faster and faster.

"Carol, can't we talk, go to Umberto's, order a shake, settle this?"

"I don't think so, Troy," said Carol. "I'm scared I might find you with your two other dates! Because you took that girl Paris to Umberto's as well, right?"

Troy saw Molly walking in the opposite direction, and called out her name.

"Molly, Molly, wait up!"

"Troy, just go away. You've caused enough pain already!" mumbled Molly.

"Yeah, I know, but I won't cause you any pain now, because all I want to do is talk to you, alone."

"Sorry Troy. Do you realize how embarrassed I was Friday night? You humiliated me in front of the entire school! And now you want me to be your friend again? How can I do that, Troy, tell me how! I thought we had something, but it turns out we had nothing; because it turns out you had something with two other girls! I can't talk to you, I have to meet Mrs. Snow, nowplease just go before you make my pain worse."