After the episode that went on in the morning, I should have known that the rest of the day wouldn't go as planned either. I tripped on my way to my seat in calculus, I spilled my water on me in second period, history by the way. Someone dumped my chewy bar out of my hand in nutrition break (I LOVE chewy bars). In third, art class, I spattered red paint on my shorts. In fourth, chemistry, the blue-ish, purple-ish liquid in the beaker exploded onto me and my partner, Andrew's shirts.

I still had fifth and sixth period to go, and believe me, I was not looking forward to either of them, especially since I had PE with Nick, and I didn't want to embarrass myself in front of him.

It was lunch now, and I was in line for some grub behind Andrew. Trisha and Steph were both behind me, Trish was rambling on about how hot Drew looked in his blue and green board-shorts, and Steph was chuckling and rolling her eyes at how ridiculous her crush was. I sighed and tugged my shirt self-consciously, I probably looked like a bum in my splattered shorts and stained shirt. I could not believe how horrible this day had been so far, there is no way that I deserved all of this bad luck, at least not all in one day.

"What do you want?" A gruff voice asked.

I looked up at the lady behind the counter with a hairnet on her head, then I looked down at the options before me. Pizza, spicy burger, salad, or pasta. I'd already had pasta last night, so I pointed at the ceasar salad and she shoved it into my hands roughly. I also asked for an apple juice and handed her the $2.25 that was the lunch price.

"Salad?" Andrew phrased it like a question.

I shrugged and waited for both Steph and Trisha, "I had spaghetti last night,"

He raised an eyebrow from behind his black glasses, obviously picking up on my not-in-the-mood mood. We made our way to an empty table after everyone had their food in hand, and I was relieved to know that we had picked a somewhat secluded spot.

"What's up with you? You're a mess." Steph pointed out ever so kindly.

"Thanks," I muttered sarcastically.

She chuckled.

"Seriously, what's wrong?" Trisha asked.

I sighed, "I've just been having an off day, no biggie,"

They didn't look convinced, but turned to each other once again and continued to argue about who-knows-what.

I turned to Andrew and offered a small smile, "Sorry, I haven't been much of a friend today, but-"

"You don't have to explain yourself, I've had my fair share of off-days too,"

I smiled gratefully, then sat up straighter. I was not gonna be the party-pooper of this group, not today, hopefully not ever. I chomped down on the green, leafy goodness and he sensed the change in my attitude, because he smiled too, and ate his pasta.

"Hey, maybe you could join us this weekend," Steph said, turning to Andrew, "We're all going to see a movie, you up for some horror?" She asked, smiling and raising her eyebrows.

He blanched at her attention, uh oh, many boys had that reaction to her, she really was gorgeous, but she went the other way, if you know what I mean.

She had wavy, dirty blonde hair that was shiny and bouncy, and barely reached her shoulders, and big hazel eyes that changed color frequently.

"Uh," he turned to me, as if he needed my permission or something, I nodded in encouragement anyway. He turned back to her with a nervous smile in place, "Yeah, sure."

"Great, believe me, the more the merrier. I can already see Trish and her man smooching during the whole movie, and buzz-kill over here," she means me, "Is not gonna help me block them out," "Hey! I'm being perky now," I objected, pretending to pout.

She rolled her eyes at me, "For what? The past seven seconds?"

"You know what-" I started, but I never finish comebacks that start like that, so I just tried to hide my smile while I pointed a finger at her.

She snorted and smacked said finger out of her face, "Calm down, Reese, I was kidding,"

"I know, I just have trouble with comebacks, you know that,"

Trisha laughed, "Yeah, we know. Remember when we were at Derek's party and some chic snapped at you, and then when we went home, three hours later, you were like 'Oh! That would have been a good one'?"

Andrew laughed too, and I sighed when they didn't stop.

"Alright! Yes, I remember, moving on,"

They gradually came up for air, and because fate hates me, I spilled ranch dressing on me, and they burst into laughs once again, great.

Yes, i know, yet another short one. And yes, it's been a mighty long time, i apologize deeply. But on the bright side, i updated today, and it is the holidays :)

Wishlist: I want three reviews Santa!