Wednesday

Seeing as Shane and I didn't get any work done on our project for chemistry yesterday because Tess' poofball hair was blocking the chalkboard. Oh yeah, Mr. Saporta said we're not supposed to laugh at the unfortunate mishap that is Tess' hair...or face. Well I added the face, but it counts. I think.

As of six o' five this Wednesday morning I am lying face down in my bed as Caitlyn is hogging the bathroom...again.

"Mitchie!" she called.

"Ummph,"

"Get out of bed, you take positively forever to get dressed," Caitlyn said.

"Pfft, I do not," I denied.

"Yeah you do,"

"Do not," I whined.

Knock, knock.

What the hell people, its six in the damn morning. Has no one heard of sleep? Now really...go away.

"Morning Shane, no sorry Mitchie's still asleep," Caitlyn said from the door.

Shane. Shane? Here, now?

I scrambled out of bed, falling out in the process. I landed on the floor with a thud, tangled among my bedsheets and blankets.

"I knew that would get you out of bed," Caitlyn said, shutting the room door, "Get dressed lover girl,"

I picked myself off the floor. I was the victim of cruel trickery.

"I'm guessing Shane wasn't at the door," I said, pulling an always will be heinous, but I can still rock it' red plaid skirt from the drawers.

"Nope," Caitlyn popped.

"Geez, how is it possible for you to be this cheery, this early?" I asked.

"It's this little thing I do," Caitlyn began, "It's where I don't stay up till two thirty in the morning doing last night's homework,"

"Actually, its yesterday's class assingment," I corrected, looking for my red sweater.

"Because that makes it so much better,"

I rolled my eyes as I slipped on the warm sweater...I'm pretty sure it's polyester, but I'll let it slide this time.

"By the way Mitchie, you've got gym class today," Caitlyn said.

"Gym what?" I asked.

Mitchie Torres and the word physical education do not, I repeat, do not go in the same sentence. It's against the law...in some countries, I'm sure.

"Gym, Phy. Ed, P.E., ring a bell?" Caitlyn asked, digging through the drawers.

Caitlyn pulled out a red t-shirt and a pair of black cotton shorts.

"These are yours, you've got it fifth period," Caitlyn said.

I unfolded the clothes, feeling the stiffness of the red shirt with a giant 'W' and 'H' screen-printed across it. The same logo printed on the shorts too. One word, tacky.

"Are you in my class?" I asked.

I will let you in on a little secret. I've never really been the first on picked in gym...not the middle either. Always last. But now I have my dependent, my partner and the girl that will make sure I'm not last.

"The classes are in alphabetical order, there's six different class, four different letters in each one. You'll get to meet new people, expand you horizons," Caitlyn suddenly froze, "Oh God," she gasped.

"What? What oh God?"

This can't be good.

"Mitchie, think. You're last name is Torres,"

"So,"

"Tyler...Tess Tyler,"

Mother. God. Shit. Fuck. Damn.

I dropped the garments, "I'm going to die today, aren't I?"

"Possibly,"

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I stood outside the gymnasium doors, shifting from foot to foot. I tugged at my ponytail before pushing in the doors and stepping in.

...I'm gonna throw up, I think.

What the hell is wrong with me? I'm Michelle Torres, I can do anything. And no one can stand in my way, especially Tyler comma Tess.

I walked over to a group of girls that were stretching on the floor in the middle of the foul smelling gym.

Just blend in and maybe she won't find you, or maybe stop acting like such a wuss for five seconds. Seriously Mitch, she's a twig with too much hair products, what's the worst she can do? Spray me with hairspray?

"Hey best friend," a Satanic worshipers voice came from the side of me.

I'm doomed.

Tess saat down right next to me, with that Cherise cat grin that makes you want to slap it off, but honestly I just want to slap her into next Tuesday.

We got split into teams and thank carbs that there was no choosing, just splitting.

My team consisted of five other althetic looking girls. Not sure if they play sports or anything but they look more athletic than my lanky self.

"Hi, I'm Kitty," a red head greeted.

"Hey, I'm Mitchie,"

"I know, listen. Tess has got a killer serve, it always tend to swerve right, so go left," Kitty instructed.

Suddenly, something hit me in the back of the head.

"Sorry!" someone called.

I turned around and saw Tess smirking. Sorry, my foot.

"Oh yeah, she has a tendency to physically hurt people during volleyball. So, just dodge it and maybe you'll get out alive, or atleast nothing broken," Kitty informed.

So I was right, I am going to die. The untimely death of volleyball, I'd rather run laps.

We all took our positions on the correct side of the net, I stood over on the far corner like Kitty had recommended.

My team had the ball first and Kitty was up to serve, she tossed it up and gave it a hard smack. It flew over the net. Tess dived for it but missed...by a long shot.

The volleyball was throw back to Kitty, who bounced it and spiked it over the net again. This time we weren't so lucky. A blonde sent it back over the net and it hit the floor faster than you can say Shane Gray is hot.

"Damn, Tess is serving," a brunnete I was sure, who's name was Tara, said.

"Brace yourself," Kitty whispered.

Tess served it over the net, as if it was in slow motion it came in my direction, I got ready to hit it. Suddenly, the building doors flew open and several boys in the gym uniform ran in, all headed towards the basketball court. Then I saw the familiar shaggy, raven colored, hair of Shane. He wore red basketball shorts and a sleeveless black t-shirt, that sight was enough to make any girl kneel over and die. He stopped running and looked in my direction. Sending a smile and a wave.

SMACK!

I stumbled a bit after the impact of ball to face.

"Nice work best friend," Tess yelled.

"You okay?" Kitty asked.

I rubbed my burning forehead, I'm pretty sure it's gonna leave a bruise. "Yeah, I'm fine,"

The gym teacher tweeted the whistle, meaning the ball was back in play. Tess bounced the ball way too over dramatically and then served it over the net. Once again it...hit me.

Hip...

Shoulder...

Leg...

Chest...

Hip...

Stomach...

Stomach, again...

Ow. Bitch.

Thirteen minutes later...

I was laying on the hardwood floor of the gym, waiting for pain to subside. And I can't move. If bitch isn't Tess' choice profession, Olympic volleyball player would open many doors for her. I'm not even sure which hurts more, the thought that I just complimented her or my bruising limbs.

I'm just glad no one is in here to hear me moan in pain and agony.

All of the sudden I heard the squeak of shoes on the hardwood floor. I hope it's a medic, I'm praying for a medic at the moment.

Someone sat down next to my lying form. Please don't be Tess, please don't be Tess.

"Hey,"

I looked over tot my side and was a little surprised to see Shane.

"Hi," I responded weakly.

"Tess hit you pretty hard, didn't she?" he asked.

"Actually, she kicked my ass, without touching me," I corrected.

Shane began laughing, as if me being in pain brought him joy.

"This isn't funny, I'm hurting here, you asshole," I scolded.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I won't laugh, promise. So why does Tess keep bagging on you?" Shane asked.

"Because she hates me and wants to personally maim me," I answered

"I see, that makes sense,"

"Does it?" I asked.

"Sorta, in some weird parallel universe where blonds rule the world and Paris Hilton is president,"

"That is very insightful," I joked.

"Thank you," he replied.

"You're welcome, I think,"

"Hey, do you need some help to your room or something?" Shane asked.

"No, no. I'm just going to stay here still I'm capable of movement,"

Shane pulled him off the floor, "I'm going to go get some lunch, you want me to bring you something?"

"Ice, ice would be great,"

He began laughing...again...that jerk.

"Just don't pass out while I'm gone," Shane ordered.

"I'll try,"

Well Tess, does Shane go and get you ice, I don't think so. So, bring on the volleyballs, cause I still won round two.

I don't really have anything to say, except that since yesterday I officially know where the story is going, and the chances of me actually finishing this story is very, very high! :D Thanks for the reviews guys, we broke one hundred and that's a first for me.. I still love you guys!