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----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Gretchen had always thought that she had somewhat good luck. Why shouldn't she? She had great friends, awesome grades, and an overall great life. So she had good luck. Right? That thought was quickly squashed. Why was that seemingly harmless thought squashed you might ask? It might have to do with the fact that her next period was with Vince and the Ashleys.
And it was sex ed.
Yep, she was in Spinelli's words,' utterly screwed'.
As she took a seat in front of Vince she quickly observed that he looked very worried about her. In some strange way she was glad. But that thought was also squashed quickly.
Somewhere in between the teacher discussing certain…anatomy and Gretchen trying to stop a blush from making it up into her hairline, she felt something poking into her backside. Reaching back with one hand she felt Vince push a piece of paper into her hand. Trying to be as discreet as possible, Gretchen carefully opened the note under her desk slightly smiling at the familiar untidy scrawl. Gretch, what's wrong?Once again she smiled before quickly writing an answer.
Nothing I just kinda flipped out.
She put her hand behind her back for Vince to take the note. A moment later the note was pushed back into her hand once again.
Really? Course you did. Then why did you look like a soul being damned to hell when you saw me:)
Gretchen mentally cursed his observation skills
I didn't! Its well, I'm gonna have to talk to you after class. 'Kay?
She handed the note back to Vince once again.
Gretchen swore she could almost feel Vince nodding behind her back
Gretchen was usually uncomfortable in such classes like sex ed. But today was one of those rare days that said class ended too soon for her liking.
"Hey Gretch." Vince bounced up to Gretchen with an annoying cheerful attitude that Gretchen really didn't need nor want to experience.
"Hey."
"What did you need to talk to me about?" Dammit. Always Vince with that blunt attitude, never beating around the bush. Ah screw it.
With those not-so-calming words imprinted in her brain, Gretchen wrenched opened the closest door to the empty room and pulled a somewhat confused Vince into the darkened room.
Where is that light switch? Gretchen moved her hands along the wall feeling for the switch. Part of her really was looking for the switch, the other part—well, the other part was just buying time until she could no longer avoid the inevitable.
Vince somehow found the light switch before Gretchen, found Gretchen herself, and took one of Gretchen hands in his own.
"Gretchen, please tell me what's wrong! You're scaring me."
Gretchen was shocked. Purely and truly shocked. Vince was never afraid. Never.
And yet, he was afraid for her. Which really touched her.
She exhaled a breath, then inhaled, and then looked Vince straight in the eyes.
"I—Spinelli, and I, went to the bathroom and there were the Ashleys there. We had left and then Spinelli put her ear against the door. And she heard that they were going to seduce you—"
"Seduce me?"
"And I said that they couldn't do that. And then were like 'well, why do you care?' and then I told them…" Gretchen mumbled something incoherently.
"You told them—" Vince prompted.
"I said thatyouweremyboyfriend."
Vince gave her 'that look'.
"In English if possible."
"I said that you were my boyfriend."
Vince's eyes momentarily widened in shock and then he started to laugh.
And laugh…
And laugh…
…. Until Gretchen went and slapped him upside the head.
"Hey what was that for?"
"For laughing at me." Vince looked at Gretchen and she looked upset. Hell, she looked ready to cry. His features softened.
"Gretch, it's okay I'm not mad at you."
"Really?"
"Really."
"So Vince?"
"Hmmm?"
"What are we going to do now?"
"………."
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T.J. was walking to his next class in a desperate attempt not be late. That is— until someone grabbed him and pulled him into an empty classroom.
"What the fuck!"
"Shhh…be quiet!" T.J. looked at Spinelli positively sure that she had lost her mind.
"Guess what?" Spinelli was smiling like a maniac. T.J. decided that that scared him more then the fact that he had just been pulled into a dark classroom.
"Gretchen accidentally told the Ashleys that Vince was her boyfriend."
T.J. laughed. Loudly. Then he looked at Spinelli again his grin shifting into a frown.
"Is that the only reason you pulled me in here? Because I'm going to be late for next period."
A mysterious smile graced her lips. "That and this…" she replied before gripping his shirt collar and pushing their lips together.
And while Spinelli was kissing him, T.J. decided that maybe missing next period wasn't that bad.
Yep, he should be late more often.
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