GM luvs TB

I stared at it, those stupid little letters, the misspelled love. I hated it, I pulled out my pencil and next to it wrote 'Do you?' next to it. When the bell rang I grabbed my stuff and hurried out. I hated Chemistry, more than almost anything. Too much math, I mean, I'm good at it, not a lot too it as long as you have a brain and a calculator. Anyway, beside the point. In my Adv Chemistry class are not only Gabriella, but her friend Taylor. Normally I manage to ignore them and the other people, but today, while I was finished my work sheet I looked up to find Taylor standing over me.

"Hey Girl." She smiled, standing over me.

"Umm... hi." I looked back down, typing in a few numbers on my calculator, his name is Benson by the way, my calculator.

"So, Demi right?" She asked.

"Yep." I nodded, not looking up.

"So, I hear your good at Math and science." I looked up at her.

"And how did you find that out?" I asked, I don't talk about my grades, when I get papers back I shove them in my locker and never think about them again... until the last day of school.

"I asked around..." Taylor shrugged. Okay, I don't like people talking about me, ever, even when I'm talking to them, I'd really rather talk about something else.

"Okay..." I raised an eyebrow, reaching into my bag and pulling out a pack of Stride gum.

"Scholastic team." Taylor said, taking a seat. Our new season is starting and we need to build up the team."

"No." I looked back down at the paper and finished the last problem.

"Please."

"No."

"Why not?" I looked up at her, giving her a look, then back down at the paper.

"I don't want to. I don't like math or science, and well, quite frankly, it sounds like a lot of work." I shrugged, putting the paper in my book.

"Come on Demi, we could so use you." Taylor begged.

"No, no, no, no and no." I grabbed my bag as the bell rang, grabbed Benson and headed to my locker.

"You know what, I'll give you a few days to think about it. I'll get back to you soon." Taylor hurried off before I could say no again. I rolled my eyes and headed for my next class.

I spent the next few hours trying to think of a way to convince Taylor I wasn't going to join the stupid scholastic thing. I hated doing math and science when it was required, doing it for fun, not only would it make me a bigger nerd than I already am, it would make little to no sense. I headed off to gym with this thought in my head, getting changed into the ugly little outfits. Okay, so I've had to wear worse for gym, but I don't look good in shorts. My legs are chickeny and very pale, the red shorts only make it worse.

"Congratulations, mostly to Miss Maddox, our Basketball unit is over." I made a face, I was sooooo over being picked last, granted I wasn't any better at any other sport on the planet, but hey. "Now we're doing everyone's favorite, Dodgeball."

Oh joy, in dodgeball I could get hit and just sit for the rest of the class. I hadn't played since middle school, but I'm not going to complain. Sharpie and Gabriella were the captains. Of course Gabrielle picked Troy first off. I watched them go back and forth until it was me and Bowl Head.

"So what's up?" I asked him. He just gave me a strange look and walked over to Gabriella when she picked him.

"Great, fine, Maddox." Sharpie groaned.

"Aww I love you too Sharpz." I smiled, walking over.

"Cute." Mr. Sweeney rolled his eyes and threw the ball to me. I dropped it and it bouced off my foot. While everyone else laughed Troy ran to get the ball for me, walking over and handing it to me.

"Here you go." He smiled.

"Thanks." I nodded, quickly looking away. GM luvs TB I repeated again and again and again, until someone took the ball from me and threw it, bringing me back to life. I hurried out of the way and hid towards the back. One by one people went to sit out until it was me, Sharpie, Curly and a guy named Simon on our side, Gabriella, Troy, Bowl head, a dude name Jeffery and a chick named Lucy on the other. The ball rolled to my feet and I picked it up, throwing it without looking, it ended up nearly hitting Troy and he threw it, it bounced off a wall and hit Curly, sending him to the floor. I went to help him up as a few people came over to see if he was okay.

He was bleeding, a floor burn, to most this was no big deal, but my stomach is weaker than a ninty-two year old me. I saw, and smelled, the blood and my stomach turned. I dropped Curly, sending him back to the floor, in favor of clapping a hand over my mouth and running to the trashcan in the corner. A few people sniggered, but someone ran over to hold my hair back as I lost what little lunch I managed to choke down. When I finished I looked up to find Troy with a fistfull of my hair.

"Bolton, take her to the nurse." Mr. Sweeney said, Troy helped me up and slid an arm around my waist, I happened to glance at Gabriella and she didn't look too happy about that one. He helped me to the nurse's office and sat with me. After about five minutes the door opened and Taylor walked in.

"Oh good Demi, I've been meaning to talk to you, have you decided on the,"

"No Taylor, I'm not going to join." I interrupted, laying my head on Troy's shoulder. I was feeling incredibly dizzy and my stomach was comtemplate turning over again.

"Please Demi."

"No, Taylor I'm this close to throwing up my Peanut Butter Crunch and I'm even closer to making sure I aim it at you." I closed my eyes. I heard the door open and the tell-tale rolling backpack sound telling me Taylor had left. I felt a hand stroke my hair and I sighed, putting a hand to my forehead.

"So, shot in the dark, you're not a fan of blood?" Troy asked.

"Not in the least. I didn't faint this time, that's an improvment." I said, sarcastically.

Finally the nurse got there, it really did no good for me to go, she had me lay down for about ten minutesand sent me back to class. I didn't have to play anymore, he let me get dressed and go to my next class.

All in all it wasn't the worst thing to happen to me.