Been alone since you were 21

You haven't laughed since January

You try and make this so much fun

But we know it to be quite contrary

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Dodgeball. The bane of every non athletic student's existence. A whistle was held in the coach's mouth, both sides prepared for the storm that was brewing. Even though Rachael had proved time and time again that physical activities weren't her strong point, she was always the champion at dodgeball. Being small, nimble and cunning, she was usually able to easily bypass the flying red balls. Garfield on the other hand was ruthless; his tactics usually included pummeling people with the damn things until they ran off the court.

"And...GO!" the coach said, blowing her whistle. With that, everyone began picking up the bright red dodge balls and throwing them at the opposing team. After a few more grueling minutes of dodging and throwing, only Garfield and Rachael were left on the court.

"Alright Roth, ready to get beat?" Garfield challenged as Rachael stood there, arms crossed across her chest. Rolling her eyes, she impatiently tapped her foot on the ground.

"We haven't got all day." she chided, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Fine then. Let the games begin." Garfield said with a twisted smile, throwing the ball at top speed. Yawning with a small smile on her face, she dodged it quickly and threw another ball at him, nearly nicking his shoulder.

"HAH! You missed!" Garfield laughed, pointing his finger at her. During his little gloat, however, Rachael had picked up a dodgeball and pegged it at him, hitting him in the chest at full force.

"Looks like I win." Rachael said smugly as Garfield fell to the ground.

"What the fu...how did you...?"

"You really shouldn't gloat while I'm within throwing distance." Rachael smiled, walking past him. Victory really was sweet.

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Rachael was still on edge with Jenny, which was why she chose to go out for lunch rather than spending it at her usual table. Piling her books into her narrow locker, she grabbed the sweater that was on the hook and slammed it shut, $20 in her pocket. Thankfully it was sunny outside (was it ever not sunny?) and the nearest deli was only a few blocks away. Unfortunately for her, it was also Garfield's free period, something he had been looking forward to all day. He only had 28 more days left after all. Slipping through the people in the hallways, Rachael had finally made it to the front steps of the high school, only to be stopped by the devil himself.

"Hey Rachael! So, I've been thinking about it and I forgive you for throwing that dodgeball at me earlier." Garfield said as the dark haired girl rolled her eyes.

"I never apologized." Rachael said darkly, beginning to walk down the big steps.

"Let's just pretend that you did. Anyway, wanna get lunch or something? I wanna make the whole "bullied your for eleven years" up to you. Kinda. Not really. Let's just get lunch." Garfield rambled, Rachael growing more impatient.

"How about no, seeing as that 'apology' wasn't even an apology. You suck at apologies by the way; just thought you should know that." Rachael said coldly, walking in the opposite direction as him. Unwilling to let his 28th day go to waste, he sped up to the dark girl, a nervous smile on his face.

"You're right; this time, I'm really sorry. Now come on." he said, grabbing her hands.

"Why do you want to go to lunch with me so badly? What, are you going to spill pig's blood on me as soon as I step through the door?" Rachael growled, snatching her hand from the relentless boy.

"You watched Carrie?"

"Read it. Would you answer the question?"

"Carrie was a book? Wow, never knew that. Not planning on reading, but interesting little fact." Garfield rambled, now distracted.

"Goodbye Logan." Rachael said, walking in the opposite direction.

"Huh? Wait! Come ooooonnnnnnnn! I won't leave you alone 'til you come with me." he whined.

"If you don't leave me alone, I swear to God, I'll kick you again; and I'll have no regrets." the girl hissed, making Garfield gulp nervously.

"Okay. I can see why you're hesitant, buuuuuut, I'm a changed man now." Rachael snickered at the word 'man' and Garfield shot her a glare.

"I promise, this isn't a joke; just me trying to make amends."

"I didn't even think you knew what the word "amend" meant." Rachael mused, not bothering to give him an answer.

"Well I'm going to take that vague answer for a yes! Let's go!" Garfield said excitedly, grabbing her hand. Dragging her down the road, Rachael stumbled to keep up, nearly falling as Garfield stopped short.

"What the hell is your problem?" she snapped, snatching her hand away and trying to balance herself. Without answering, he pointed to the sign above their heads. Subway. Rachael's eyes narrowed.

"Subway. You drag me all the way here for Subway?" she said flatly, crossing her arms across her chest.

"Heheh, yeah. I only have three dollars, so you're kinda gonna have to chip in too." he said nervously.

"I don't even know why..." she sighed, face palming.

"Well, come on. I can't hold this door open all day; it's hot!"

"It's always hot Logan; we live in California."

"Gee, didn't know that Roth." he said sarcastically, mocking her deadpan voice.

"Very funny. You know what'd be funnier? If I left." she said in the same style, turning around.

"Okay no! I take it back! I take it back!" he said. Pursed lips, she stared at the door before finally sighing.

"Pay me back later." she said quietly, turning back around. Garfield smiled to himself; this would be the easiest $50 he ever made.

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