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I spun in circles on the computer chair in class. We were in computer class and weren't even aloud to touch the computers...go figure. So I decided to just spin around in circles to the point of where I thought I might vomit. I always loved first days of school, such a great way to waste my time.

Apparently word got around of me dousing princess Rachel in her own drink, I was now being tormented with whispers and pointing fingers. On the bright side, I earned a few acknowledging nods, as if I was some sort of quiet unspoken hero. I didn't feel like a hero...I just felt tired.

"Foster, be still!" Mr. Henry yelled from his domain. He sounded like a drill sergeant...not a computer teacher. Then again, he did run the JROTC in our school, which by the way only had about five kids in it.

I put my feet to the floor and my spinning came to an abrupt halt, the room still looked like it was spinning though. I pulled a pen from my bag and began doodling on my hand.

"Hey, you're Samantha right?" I looked behind me to see a small dark blonde girl staring at me as if I might bite. I was tempted to snap my teeth to see if she would jump. I pushed against the desk and let my chair roll backwards till it slapped the desk behind me. Smiling at the girl I rested my elbow on the desk.

"Sam," I stuck out a hand and she flinched. It took all my strength to not roll my eyes; I wasn't that scary...at least I don't think I was.

She took it tentatively and gave it a quick shake. "Is it true you dumped a drink on Rachel?"

It was nice to have a reputation...but not as The Girl Who Dumped a Drink On Rachel...or GWDDOR for short. I could make t-shirts.

"Yeah, I did."

She smiled hesitantly. "That is so cool."

"Yep, wicked...hey you were the girl who tried out for the cheer squad last year right?"

Again she flinched. "Yeah," she blushed and looked down at her clasped hands.

Oh yeah, she didn't make it. Here at Darton we only had one cheer squad, there was no JV, Varsity...or any of that, just the single clan of bimbo's. I wasn't complaining...it meant there was less to deal with. But the thing was, no freshman ever tried out for cheer squad, because no freshman would ever make it. This girl had though only to get shot down, it was brutal, she had cried for weeks. Some people just can't take rejection.

"Hey, be happy you didn't make it." I said trying to sound reassuring. "They all are brain washed idiots."

She smiled, but it seemed forced. "Yeah, I see that now..."

For someone who initiated the talking...she wasn't very talkative. I swung my chair back and forth, Mr. Henry glared at me and I smiled like an idiot.

"Keep up Foster and you'll be sitting on the ground," he warned. I just kept smiling and swinging my chair.

"Um, so what's your schedule like?" She asked. I pulled it out of my bag, it was already crinkly and ripped in one corner, and handed it to her.

She looked over it, nodding and frowning at some of my classes. "Oh! We have gym same period!"

I scrunched my brow and grabbed the paper back from her. "I have gym?"

She giggled. "You don't know your own classes?"

I frowned at my schedule. "Apparently, not...oh that's weird. Journalism isn't my last class...gym is." At least I was in journalism though.

"Rachel's in journalism," the girl said her cheeks flushing again as I looked up.

"Don't remind me...hey, what's your name again?" I asked shoving my schedule back into my bag.

"Chrystal."

I smiled at her; she was like a frightened deer. "Nice to meet you-"

My neck snapped as someone pushed my chair back to its original spot, I heard a click and knew someone had locked the wheels.

"Stay put." Mr. Henry said glaring at me. I glared back.

"Fine, fine." Now get out of my personal space. Of course, I didn't say that though. But he was seriously suffocating me, he smelled like after-shave, big time.

x-x-x-x

I've never been so thankful for lunch. I shoved through the crowded halls and found the buzzing cafeteria. The line was long, but I bumped in front of some freshman who shrinked away from me. I guess they were scared of GWDDOR. Today's menu included, not chicken-chicken tenders, mushy french fries, and a stale sugar cookie. When you are starving, that is like paradise. After getting my food I scanned the cafeteria for any familiar faces and smiled. Perfect.

"Darlin'!" Darrel smiled as I sat down beside him, shoving his girlfriend of the week out of the way. She glared at me as I gave Darrel a hug, I could feel her eyes burning a hole in my back. "I heard about your gift to Rachel," he winked at me chuckling, his lady friend was fuming.

I couldn't help smiling. "Yeah, you and probably half of China by now," I said sarcastically.

"Now babe, news may travel fast in Darton. But news sure don't travel fast out of Darton," he said stealing a fry from my tray.

I glared at him for taking my fry. Every fry counts. "You have a point," I stole one of his tatter-tots.

"Where's Bubbly Braids?" Darrel asked, referring to Jen.

I shrugged. "Probably eating lunch with some friends. You know, trying to keep it on the down low today," meaning she probably didn't want to see me till we got on the bus. I didn't mind really, sometimes it was like that at school. Jen was a brainy, she needed some time with brainy people...not people who dump drinks on other peoples head. Besides, I didn't want her to get dragged into my disputes, what kind of friend would I be if I let that happen?

"Or having a chess match," Darrel offered. I punched arm and he flinched. "Jeez, Jake shouldn't have taught you how to punch."

"I taught her how to punch so she could knock your dumb ass out."

I looked up from my tray to see Jake sitting down across from me. He glared at me as if I had no business being here. I glared back and shoved another french fry in my mouth.

Darrel's girl of the week huffed and we all turned to look at her.

"Something wrong babe?" Darrel asked a mouth full of tatter-tots.

She gave him a disbelieving look before grabbing her purse and leaving, giving me a final glare before she did.

"Wait, please, don't go...oh darn," Darrel didn't even look up from his food and I laughed. Time to find a new girl.

Jake shook his head. "Do you enjoy having every female student hate you, Sam?" Jake asked.

"Jen doesn't hate me," I pointed out.

"Jen isn't really female," Darrel tried to reason earning another punch.

"And for your information I made a new friend today," I said with a hoity-toity manner.

"What's her name?" Jake asked.

"Is she hot?" Darrel asked at the same time.

"Chrystal," I turned to Darrel, "I don't know I wasn't exactly checking her out."

"Didn't she try out for the cheer squad last year?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, so? Look, why do you care? I don't like any of the females here either...so, so what if they hate me? Not like I want to go paint their toe nails and talk about Gossip Girl," I dipped a chicken tender into some honey mustard angrily.

Darrel was laughing. "So Jen isn't female."

I was tempted to punch him in the throat to cut off his air way so he wouldn't laugh anymore. Instead, I just took another big bite of chicken.

"Why are we talking about Jen's gender?" I asked my mouth full.

"We aren't. You two are just too stupid to stay on topic," Jake answered annoyed.

"So are we talking about Jen's femality?" Darrel asked.

"No we are talking about my lack of feminism," I said squirting a pack of ketchup in my mouth to prove a point.

"No, we are talking about your lack of popularity among the female students," Jake said glaring at the both of us.

"Darrel's popularity among the female student body is enough for all three of us," I pointed out.

"Yeah, I'm real familiar with them...if you know what I mean," Darrel waggled his eyebrows and Jake rubbed his hand down his face exasperated.

"I don't care how familiar Darrel is with the female student body!" Jake said a little loudly...well as loud as Jake probably could be. I snorted as a few kids from different tables looked in our direction.

"Then why do you care how popular I am?" I asked, getting a little annoyed myself. Why was he even pushing this? Was he that mad that I had gotten in fight--sort of--with Rachel before the first bell even rang?

"She's got a point dude," Darrel said guzzling the remainder of his PowerAde.

Jake pushed himself away from the table and stood up. '"Fine, whatever. I was just trying to help."

Awe, now he was mad. "Well don't worry about it. I'm happy with the friends that I have. I could really care less about everyone else."

Darrel smiled broadly at me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders in a bone crushing hug. "Ain't that the sweetest?"

Jake gave me a disbelieving look. "You're content with that?" He asked as Darrel rocked back and forth with me still enclosed in his arms.

"You are aren't you?" I countered. "Look, if you like them so much why don't you put on a pretty pink dress, dye your hair blonde, and talk to them yourself."

"'Cause he lacks the essentials for a pretty pink dress." Darrel let go of me and winked. He was such a pervert.

"Yeah, well I lack the essentials too." I pointed out.

Darrel plucked at my baggy tie-dye t-shirt with raised eyebrows. "Well we wouldn't know would we?"

I smacked his hand away. "Can we just drop this, please? Look, if you shut the hell up I'll let you have the rest of my fries," I pushed my tray across the table and Jake looked down at it before sighing and taking his seat again.

"Thank you."

French fries, that'll shut 'em up.

x-x-x-x

I trudged my way to gym class. Thinking encouraging thoughts.

This is almost over. Almost done. Last class.

Put that on replay a couple of times and you'll find yourself in the gym in no time. Like every other class, we did nothing. Coach Barnes tried to get us to do an introductory game, no one was listening though. We all sat on the bleachers talking to our friends, well except me; I just sat on the bleachers ready to fall asleep.

"Hey," Chrystal bravely sat down on the row in front of me.

I smiled at her. "What's up?"

She looked down a couple of rows and so did I. Rachel was staring up at us and Chrystal looked away quickly. Rachel snickered and then glared at me. I sneered in her direction before turning my attention back to Chrystal.

"Don't let her get to you. She's about as harmful as a garden snake."

"They still bite," Chrystal pointed out and I snickered.

"Yeah, well so will Rachel, but it's only a small sting, no poison."

"Um well you might want to rethink that logic..."

I looked at her confused but she avoided my gaze. "Why?"

"Well, I um, I'm not sure...but I think she took my bag," she still avoided my gaze and I snuck a glance at Rachel.

"Why would she want your bag? No offence or anything...," I said trying to put it together. Then it clicked. People probably told Rachel that Chrystal and I were talking in computer class. I knew Rachel was pretty low, but this was low even for her. I hated indirect attacks.

"Oh, well I'll go get it," I said starting to stand. Chrystal grabbed my arm.

"Wait!" She said making me pause.

"Well do you want your bag or not?" I asked about to walk away, her gripped tightened and her cheeks flushed.

"Yeah, um, I mean...can we wait till after class? She asked glancing nervously down at Rachel.

"Look it'll take me like two minutes...thirty seconds if you happen to have a water bottle," I said looking at her hand that still grasped my arm.

She shook her head. "Please! You'll get in trouble."

What she didn't know is that I was probably already in trouble. But I sighed and sat back down anyway. Whatever put the little deer at ease. "Ok, ok."

Chrystal had returned from the bathroom a few minutes before the bell rang, she looked nervous, even more than usual.

"I saw Rachel," she told me sitting down. I was gathering my stuff and looked down by the gym floor where Rachel was.

"Yeah...I see her too," I said trying not to laugh. This kid was crazy.

"No, no," she huffed. "I mean I saw her in the bathroom," she said as if it meant something. When I didn't say anything and just stared at her she sighed. "She told me if I wanted my bag I had to meet her outside behind the cafeteria after the bell rings."

"Perfect," I rolled my eyes. Rachel was so cheesy.

"She said not to bring anyone...maybe you shouldn't come," she glanced nervously down at Rachel as if she were afraid she'd hear her.

I let out a clipped laugh. "Ha, yeah ok," I snorted. "I'm definitely coming."

x-x-x-x

The bell rang so Chrystal and I made our way to the back doors. The doors that let out behind the cafeteria were mainly there for fire reasons; no one really needed to use them for anything. Sometimes the janitor and lunch ladies would use them because there were some dumpsters. But never had students, unless they were the little pot heads.

I pushed against the double door opening them both at the same time. I just loved the dramatic effect. But when we came outside, there was no one there.

"Are you sure she told you to come back here?" I asked scanning the area, it was empty alright.

"If we are behind the cafeteria...then yes," Chrystal shifted from foot to foot glancing around nervously. "Look, I'll wait here; if you don't get going you'll miss the buses."

I rolled my eyes. "And leave you to the sharks? Right, glad you think so highly of me...we will wait." I started walking to the brick wall to lean against. The door we just came through opened and I turn to see Rachel walking through with her little groupies.

I smiled at her wickedly and she smirked, throwing me off a bit. The sound of another door opening came behind me and before I could spin around I was lifted off of me feet. I scrambled and tried to squirm free from the grip of two guys. One of them held both my wrists, the other held my ankles and no matter how much I twisted I couldn't break loose.

"Let go of me!" I yelled getting a look at the one who had my ankles. It was one of the football jocks, probably one of the many that wanted to go on a date with Rachel.

I snorted sarcastically. "What did Rachel promise you baboons?" I asked with a sneer, the one at my ankles glared at me and jerked, my arms felt like they were going to pop out of socket. I grimaced.

"Look, just give Chrystal her bag back...," I said finally, letting my squirming stop, it wasn't getting me anywhere, only a close to dislocated shoulder.

Rachel laughed wickedly and beckoned to Chrystal. She looked at the pavement and went to stand next to Rachel. Rachel smiled at me, full of malice, and then smiled at Chrystal.

"Good job, Chrystal. You'll have a spot on the cheer squad this year."

I stared at Chrystal in disbelief. What a low blow. Betrayal felt like the worse kind of pain, it stabbed you in the back, twisted, and repeated.

Rachel looked at the football jerks that were still holding me; she flicked her eyes in the direction behind me. "Dumpster."

"Oh c'mon!" I yelled and started thrashing about again. I managed to get one foot free and get a good kick to his stomach. But just as quickly as I got it free it was caught again. "Rachel! Call off the hounds!" I yelled hoping I didn't sound too desperate. But I did not want to go into that dumpster. Lord knows what kind of species was living in there. It was the teenage wasteland...literally.

They started swinging me, ready to throw.

"Three!"

I went flying, legs and arms thrashing wildly as if hoping to fly. I landed in the dumpster with a nasty squishing thunk. I didn't even want to know what I landed on. Rachel's laughter echoed through the dumpster like an evil mockery.

Bile threatened its escape, but I held it down and waited till I heard the sound of their foot steps and laughter die away. The click of the door let me know they were gone for good and I heard the roar of the diesel engines to the buses.

Well, I hope it was worth it Chrystal.

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