Hey beauties,

It's a beautiful day outside, and what better way to celebrate than to upload a new chapter?

Before we start, just a few things...

I've decided that I'm going to put up at LEAST 1 chapter a week, but I will actually shoot for 2 :)

Unfortunately I won't have a set day for uploads, sorry! But just keep your eyes open and nag me if I haven't uploaded in a while :)

In about a month's time, however, I won't have any time to write (being June)

We have exams here in Canadaland and I need to take Driver's Ed. I also travel every weekend and knowing the size of Canadaland, you can hopefully sympathize with me :/

Also, I'll have sports at night so I'll have 0 time at all to write.

But after that 2-3 week period I'll be home free with summer! Plenty of time to write so no excuses!

Okay but really you don't care so here's that Chapter! Stay strong pearlshippers!

Chapter 3

The change room surprisingly didn't smell too bad. Maybe it was just because I was too nervous and worried to care. Why was I so nervous? I couldn't answer that. I hadn't the slightest idea.

I saw Brock, so I decided to talk to him.

"Hey, Brock, what's up?" I asked

He laughed "Well, to be honest, Ash, nothing has really changed since 5 minutes ago at lunch!"

I laughed along. My laughter was cut short when I felt someone pull me back and throw me into the wall, forcing me to hit the back of my head on a hook. I think I heard something like "Haha, new kid!" but the pain was pretty bad for me to hear anything. Luckily I wasn't bleeding, but the pain was ridiculous.

As I rose, a shorter guy with purplish mop-like hair stood in front of me.

"Welcome to Jubilife High, faggot"

He walked away. I wouldn't fight back, at least not then. I wasn't that kind of a guy. I remembered we were going to play volleyball in gym. I'd get him back somehow that way.

After Brock made sure I was okay (he would be a great doctor), we proceeded to the gym. Thankfully, Dawn and the health class were nowhere in sight. My nerves calmed. We warmed up, and then went straight into action.

We started with a hitting warm-up, and we all hit balls over the net. I could instantly see no one was of my caliber, except for Brock. He was a great setter, so I asked him to set a ball up for me to hit.

As I tossed him the ball, I instantly knew that this hit was going to be huge. He set it up perfectly; perfect speed and height. So I just got way up there and hit the ball straight down.

KABOOM

The ball bounced all the way up to the ceiling (which was unusually high for a high school gym, by the way) and actually rattled a bit thought the holes and pipes before falling back down to the chants of "OOOOOHHHHHH" from the guys and the excited screams of the girls.

THE GIRLS?

I turned around very fast to see them jumping around and screaming excitedly. They were all staring at me, and I felt a moment of extreme joy. Suddenly I felt saddened because Dawn was not there to see it.

But there she was. She was standing to the side. She was not jumping, but she was staring at me. And this time when I looked at her, she did not look away. For a moment we were frozen in time, just her and I. It was amazing.

Of course Brock had to ruin it by slapping me on the back, forcing me to turn around.

"That was GREAT. Teach me how to do that one day!"

"Thanks, Brock." I replied. "You can count on the fact that I will!"

Eventually, after the girls left, we split up into teams. Brock and I were on the same team and we really carried the team. When it came time to play the purple-haired kid's team, I knew I was not leaving to 4th period without revenge.

I told Brock to set the ball tight to the net and to push it far outside. This would give me the perfect shot. So when the ball came over, I knew that it all had to be done perfectly. As the ball came across, I turned my body towards the unsuspecting boy. I hit the ball as hard as I could towards his face.

SLAP! Right in the nose. The ball bounced up, almost as high as my first hit, and landed in the bleachers. It was then that I realized that the girls had returned and they were sitting there, laughing hysterically at him, lying on the floor. Even Dawn was laughing her head off. I felt like a god.

Last was physics class. The purple-haired kid, or "Paul" as I now knew, did not talk to me at all in the change room. I quickly showered and got my books for physics. I was in a great mood. Walking in to class, Dawn was there. She was the only person I knew there.

I was in a good mood. My nerves were not too bad, so I decided to sit right beside her. At first I froze, and it seemed like she did too. My mood helped me break the ice.

"Hey!"

"Hi."

"How was your health class?"

"Okay."

At this point I was frustrated and was debating not talking anymore. She did not seem very interested in me at all.

"Wow, you had a great gym class, didn't you?"

She caught me by surprise when she said this, and she was actually looking at me for once.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! It was loads of fun."

"I saw your hit. Almost got the ball stuck in the ceiling! It was so cool!"

"Haha thanks! Yeah it was great!"

She still sounded pretty uncomfortable talking to me, but at least we were talking for the first time.

"It was loads of fun to watch you play! You were really goo..."

"Do I have to split you two up?" It was the teacher. "Dawn, take a seat over here."

As she got up to move, she seemed to have given me an apologetic look. "Damn," I thought, "just as we were starting to hit it off."

As I watched the teacher guide her to her new seat, my heart suddenly dropped. I couldn't believe my eyes. The teacher placed her right beside that scumbag Paul. She smiled at him, he smiled back, and they began conversing quietly.

All I could think about was her that class. Occasionally I looked back at her, but nothing. She was always either doing her work or talking to Paul. I couldn't even focus on my physics work. I can assure you a girl has never done that to me before, as hard as that is to believe.

After the period ended, I moped to my locker and got on the bus with May. Dawn was in the same spot as in the morning, still talking to Paul. I decided it was best not to look or think about it, so I turned around, took a seat, and plugged my earphones in.