Hi, I am E.F.P or the 'other author' as I was so graciously named in the last chapter! This is my continuation of our little story.

Disclaimer: I don not own Scrubs


I can feel him looking at me, or maybe I'm just being self-conscious... Either way I am pretty sure I have pasta sauce on my face. Note to self: make a bigger effort to look like a normal human being. Maybe if I do it quickly he won't notice if I wipe it off.

I made a mad lunge with my arm, which was more focused on speed than any kind of accuracy. Maybe accuracy would have been a better option as instead of reaching my cheek, as I had intended, my arm flailed crazily and whacked Tyler on the arm.

Well that failed. Now he probably thinks I have arm spasms.

"Ow!" he cried as he rubbed his arm and gave me the same look one may give to a psychopathic tiger. He edged his chair a little further along the desk, away from me.

Damn! Why can't I ever just be normal! Now the cutest boy in the school thinks I'm a lunatic!

God, I'm being so stupid! I feel like one of those idiotic Barbie doll girls who blush and giggle and flirt the minute a boy comes within a mile of them. I thought I was above this idiocy! Oh well, anyone who was sat next to Tyler Sullivan for an hour would become self-conscious too. I'll just keep telling myself that. How can I distract myself? I know I'll pretend I'm doing something else; that always works. I'll go imaginary scuba diving; it'll be better than this history lesson anyway. Let me just get suited up and then I can dive in. Oh look a fish.

"Jade!"

"Fish..." I mumbled.

I looked up and 30 sets of eyes were all trained on me as I slowly resurfaced from my daydream.

Oh no. That's blown my chance of ever appearing remotely normal, they'll probably have me booked into the asylum by the end of the day.

The whole class erupted in laughter as I blushed and stared down at my desk in an overwhelming fit of shame.

A whole classroom of people just caught me pretending to go scuba diving in a history lesson, so much for getting grouped with the poplars.

When the laughter had died down I looked up and the awful teacher was standing over me, his horrible sunken face was inches away from mine and his blood-shot eyes seemed to bore into my very soul.

"Jade Dawson," his scratchy voice rang out. "I asked you to name a significant factor in Hitler's rise to power, but as you seemed too caught up in your own 'fishy' world to pay attention during my lesson perhaps you'd like to tell me at 3:15 when all the other students have gone home."

I shook my head as seriously as I could and tried to look sorry.

"Very well then," he said, his voice still as stern as ever. "As it is your first day here at Sacred Heart suppose I should let you off. However I suggest to you, young lady, that if you want to succeed in this school you should start paying some more attention in my lessons, in all your lessons in fact!"

And with that he walked away leaving me to my shame. I looked across at Shane who shook her head at me with a disbelieving look in her eyes. I don't think that even she has managed to grasp the full extent of my weirdness and I've known her my whole life.

Gosh how will I ever live this down? This lesson seems to be lasting for eternity... Maybe if I stare at the clock it will make time go faster. This isn't working .I'm so bored! What the hell is that! Oh yeah it's the bell. I need to get used to that.

The class began to pack up their things and slowly file out of the room and I did the same. Shane walked towards me still shaking her head.

"Jade!" she said. "That was crazy. Do you want to be known as the class psychopath or can you just not control your urges!"

"I'm sorry!" I said in mock sincerity. "You try thinking coherently with Tyler Sullivan sat beside you for an hour!"

"So this is about him," Shane asked teasingly, cottoning on to my meaning. "You fancy him don't you!?" She leaned towards me jokingly, "it's ok if you do you know! It's only natural!" She whispered the last bit in my ear as she grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the classroom and into the crowded hallway.

I swatted her on the arm as she led me through the maze of corridors to the courtyard at the back of the building where some of the kids who went to our old school were hanging out.

How does Shane know her way around already! I couldn't even tell you where the exit is and she has already got the whole floor plan memorised! I wish I could do that, maybe if I could I wouldn't be so late to all of my lessons. She's like one of those robots we had in elementary school which would move to any location if you put the correct coordinates into it. Shane and I used to muck about making it run into people!

We walked over to the corner where a group of kids we vaguely knew were standing and attempted to blend in with them. It's safe to say that that didn't go so well as I got the overwhelming urge to 'bananana' and Shane complied with my wishes, spinning me round and screaming till we were both dizzy and collapsed onto the ground laughing with raw throats. After that we decided that we were officially too weird for everyone else and moved away to play a game of hula skipping somewhere away from the judgmental eyes of normal people.


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