"Diana! Did you hear the rumor?" Lydia said as he ran up to Diane outside the school.

"No, what?"

"Well I heard form Josh who said Frankie told him that Gina said to her sister Wendy that Mike and Jonas were talking about what Kyle said to Polly about what Randy and Hilary argued about over Fiona saying that Andy said to Lewis about- "

"Lydia! Get to the god damn point!" Diane shouted as he jumped up in down in front of her crazy friend's face.

"Well fine! Everyone's saying that you and Mr. O'Connor are you know." Lydia made a hand gesture to finish her sentence.

"Oh god no!" Diana denied whacking Lydia's hand apart. 'That's so gross! He's known me forever. And I've known him forever. It would be super weird. It's super weird just thinking about it!"

"Well, its not like he's gross looking. He's pretty hot. I'd do him. You know, if you weren't." Lydia said longingly.

"Shut up! I am not doing him!" Diane made a gagging noise. "Plus you would do the retard drum instructor, Doug."

"Doug's pretty cute. If Jimmy, the Dairy Shack guy wasn't around, yeah I would do Doug." Lydia said as she checked her nails for cracks.

"Lydia, please spread a rumor that me and Mr. O'Connor are not sleeping with each other. 'Kay?" Lydia just nodded as she whipped out her cell phone and started texting whoever.

Diana grabbed her lunch and started to look for an open picnic table for herself and for even Lydia comes back. Diana was heading outside when she started to notice everyone was looking at her and whispering. Diana decided to forget about it and sat the first table she could find.

Diana was about to bit into her apple when she saw in the corner of her eye a freshman point at her. She heard her say to her freshman friend,

"That's the girl who is doing the band director."

Pissed off, Diana pulled the PowerAde from her bag, placed it in her pocket and threw the rest of her lunch away. She looked at the apple still in her hand and at the wall behind the freshman. Aiming perfectly, Diana pitched the apple hitting the wall in the ideal spot and turning it to applesauce. The two freshman girls, probably flutes, jumped a mile. Diana turned to face them.

"I swear to god, he'll be the next person you'll see if you ever talk about me again." Diana threatened to the scared freshman.