Joey looked over in Dawson's direction for the third time that period. She sighed when she realized that his eyes were frozen to the board. Slight anger rushed through as she turned her attention back to the board.

The sound of the bell broke her thoughts and she slowly stood up, gathering her books with her. She looked up to see that Dawson had dropped his books and papers everywhere, buying her some time. Bravely, she walked over to him and bent down to help.

Dawson looked up when he realized the hands that had began to help him. He stood up quickly and rubbed a hand through his hair. "Joey."

Joey stood up and handed him the books. "Wow, Dawson, I think that's actually the first word you said to me in two weeks."

Dawson avoided her eyes as he took his books. "Thanks," he mumbled softly.

"Dawson, look at me," she asked pleadingly. When he finally looked at her, she spoke. "What's going on?"

"Nothing is going on, Joey. I'm just late for class."

"Okay, I understand. But why is that in the last two weeks you haven't said one word to me or even looked my way?"

"I just have some things I need to deal with, is that okay with you?" he said defensively. "Look," he said with a heavy sigh, "I gotta go. Thanks again," he said as he brushed past her and left her alone in the empty classroom.

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"Hey," Pacey said as he stood in the doorway, his hands occupying his pockets.

"Hi," Joey said as she opened the door and allowed him to enter. She closed the door and watched as he took his usual spot on the couch. "So."

"Look, Jo, about yesterday. Could we just forget it ever happened?" he asked hopefully. "You know, I don't want you to feel weird about it and I sure don't want to feel weird about it, so can it just be erased ...?"

Joey smiled with a soft nod as she took her seat in the recliner. "Sure thing, Pace."

"Okay. Things between us are too mushy. Say something mean."

"Well, for one, that shirt you have on is ridiculous," she stated matter-of-factly.

Pacey frowned and looked down at his blue, green, and red plaid bowling shirt. "What's wrong with this shirt? I picked it out myself."

"That must be the problem then."

Pacey brushed her comment aside. "Speaking of clothes, that whole ... faded red tee shirt and loose jeans aren't going to cut it, Joey. Certainly not going to turn heads."

Joey looked down at her outfit. She looked back up at him. "Well, what do you suggest?"

"Well, we uh. We may need Jen's help," he said, awaiting the blow.

"No way," Joey said, a horrified look on her face. She shot to her feet. "I will not take dressing tips from Jen."

"Why not? She's the sexiest girl I know."

Joey pretended the statement didn't boil her blood. "You think Jen Lindley's that sexy?" she asked incredulously.

"Hell yeah. All those tight shirts and short skirts. I can hardly contain my bulging member around her," he smiled teasingly at Joey's own terminology.

"Why'd I even ask. Figures you'd find someone of Jen Lindley's sluttish stature to be sexy," she retorted as she crossed her arms.

"Well, hey. Look at it this way. She's the only girl I've ever heard Dawson talking about screwing," he said with a small smile, knowing it would work.

Joey stared at him flatly, toiling with it in her head before sighing. "Fine."

"Good."

"Don't uh. Don't you think that if I'm going to be sexy, I should know a couple of turn ons guys have?"

Pacey looked at her as if she had just suggested they have sex. "Well, uh ... "

"Pacey Witter, are you blushing?" Joey asked teasingly, leaning forward. She secretly enjoyed the fact that she was making Pacey blush.

"No. Just wondering why you aren't blushing."

Joey laughed lightly and rolled her eyes upward. "I'm not all that innocent, Pacey."

"Well, I've learned something new today, who'd knew."

Joey sighed and looked at him, tucking hair behind her ear. "Well, what turns you on. We can start from there."

Pacey laughed as he sat back in his seat. "What turns me on, Potter, is out of your league."

"Try me," Joey said flatly as she crossed her arms and waited, her eyebrows raised.

"Hm, I can get used to this more than willing Josephine Potter that is in front of me, but sorry, no can do."

Joey looked at him for a moment before standing up. She slowly lowered herself onto his lap and rested her wrists on his shoulders. She leaned forward and gently nibbled on his ear lobe.

Pacey's eyes immediately flickered shut at the feel of Joey Potter's tongue on his ear and her hair falling off of her shoulder and brushing softly against his face, causing a slight scent of peaches to arise.

Joey pulled away and looked at him, only a slight hint of shyness hinting at her eyes. "Was that about right?" she asked, breaking the silence. Her heart was pounding in her throat and she was suddenly wishing for that rewind button again. She didn't know whether to slap him or smile when she felt his large hands resting on her thighs.

"That was, uh, nice," he spoke, his voice cracking. He watched as she climbed off of his lap and sat back down in her seat.

"So, now that you see I'm up for almost anything," she began, running a hand through her hair and avoiding his eyes, "Tell me what turns guys on. What turns you on."

Pacey thought for a moment and then smiled, wanting to play her game. He motioned for her to move closer, whispering something in her ear.

Joey pulled back and looked at him, horrified at his suggestion. "Is that even possible?"

"Yes, Ma'am. In fact, Tamara was very talented in doing so."

"Ugh, Pacey, you're sick."

Pacey smiled, knowing Joey Potter had been bluffing moments ago. "Maybe we should try it. It might be funner in reverse rules, you know? Me as the teacher this time."

"In your dreams, Pacey. I think I hear Mrs. Robin's dog calling."