Danny VS Dylan

Chapter 2

"The point is that you don't have to lower yourself to Mark's level to prove yourself. You're part of the MBC, Danny! Isn't that enough?" Cathy asked and I looked away from her piercing blue eyes. She sighed with a hint of disappointment and walked past me towards her classroom. I stood there stupidly and then turned and walked to my locker to gather my first class belongings.

"What's up with Cathy?" I looked over my shoulder as Sam walked up.

"Well, Mark challenged me to a race saying that I was too slow to beat him and I was racing him to school and I accidentally knocked Cathy to the ground," I explained.

"You did help her up right?" Sam asked and I froze, of course! I just kept on running and didn't help her, maybe that's why she was mad at me...I had been a jerk.

"Well..." I started and Sam slapped me on the arm.

"Danny, you knocked her to the ground and didn't even stop and help her up and to check that she was okay?" Sam asked angrily.

"I had to make sure I got to school before Mark," I argued. "Otherwise the whole school would think that I'm slower than Mark," I added and Sam glared at me.

"That's not the point," Sam said and groaned.

"Don't start with the whole 'that's not the point' thing," I said. "Cathy already used it," I finished and closed my locker.

"I don't care if she already used it," Sam muttered. We started walking towards our class, which unfortunately was the same as Cathy's. "Danny all of this competing with Mark is getting really old," Sam said.

"He insulted me and I proved him wrong and embarrassed him," I argued. "That is what I get out of this situation," I stated.

"You know what I get out of this situation?" Sam asked. "You were being a show-off and were a complete jerk to Cathy," Sam said angrily. "If you're trying to get Cathy to like you, just a head's up, its not working," Sam snarled and stormed into the classroom. Why was everyone getting mad at me? I realize I didn't stop and ask if she was okay, but I proved myself superior to Mark.

"Hey Danny," Chris greeted as he came up beside me. "How was your morning?" Chris asked as we walked in our classroom, I walked around where Cathy and Sam were sitting and chose a farther away seat, this attracted Chris's attention. "By the looks of things not well," Chris said and sent me an inquiring look.

"Well, it all started with Mark and his challenge that I was slower than he was..." I trailed off when Chris raised his hand to stop me.

"No need to continue that statement," Chris said.

"What can you possibly receive from that sentence?" I asked.

"I know that you were being a complete jerk and did something to either Cathy or Sam and now both are mad at you," Chris said simply. I opened my mouth to retort in shock, but the bell rang at that moment and Mr. Fusster entered the room.

"Okay class...open your books to page 43 and start reading and do exercises 1-5," Mr. Fusster stated and I grudgingly started to do my schoolwork, but my mind was still on Cathy. She seemed really made, but I had said I was sorry, wasn't that supposed to make things better? I shook my head, girls could get so confusing and it bugged me beyond belief.

"What'd you get for question 2 b?" Chris asked me and looked over. I shook my head and looked back at Chris. I had been watching Cathy who was working hard. I glanced down at my own paper only to realize I hadn't even begun writing my name, let alone the work.

"I'm still on question 1, but I'm almost down," I lied and quickly read the question and scribbled down an answer. Chris and I worked together on 2-4, but then Mr. Fusster told us to work alone for number 5 or we'd both get detention. Question 5 was harder than the others and actually made me think, but of course I wasn't exactly in the mood to think about similes and metaphors, but rather about how I could make Cathy happy with me again. I was jolted out of my thoughts when the bell rang and I scrambled to gather my books and paper together. I started towards the door when there was a cough behind me.

"Paper, Mr. Jackson," Mr. Fusster demanded. I scrambled to grab my paper and handed it to him and then followed everyone else out of the class.

"You're in a hurry," I caught up with Chris and Sam, no Cathy.

"I have to talk to Cathy," I said.

"Like she wants to talk to you," Sam said bitterly.

"I want to apologize," I retorted angrily. Sam looked at me for a few seconds and then rolled her eyes.

"It's about time," Sam muttered.

"Where's Cathy?" I asked and Sam and Chris both froze. "What?" I asked.

"We found Cathy," Chris said and I turned to see Cathy standing at her locker talking to some guy, a guy I didn't know. She was talking with a smile on her face and she grabbed a book from her locker and then closed it and they exchanged a quick hug before they split and went different ways. The boy had shaggy brown hair and green eyes and walked around us with a smile on his face and Cathy was bouncing down the hall.

"They could just be friends you know," Sam said and I gritted my teeth in anger.

"Now its personal," I muttered angrily.