A/N: Holy crap! Has it been a month already. I just checked and it's been a long time since I updated, so here it is :D

I love Fridays', just because it is the end of the week, and that is a good thing.

But today I very cautiously open my locker. My locker looks just the way I left yesterday. Thank-god, no books, I was so scared someone had heard the conversation between Kitty and I yesterday.

Last night I had to walk home, well most of the way. Because Sugar had decided to give Kitty a lift home, so of course she couldn't drive me. I've been thinking a lot lately, maybe me and Sugar should tell Kitty, I mean she friends with both of us. But I feel stupid, because I kind of feel like I can't. Maybe if something comes up, then I'll tell her, unless of course Sugar does first.

Closing my locker door again (I had only opened it to check, I had p.e first so I didn't need anything from there), I make my way down the hall to see Kitty. I pause, then watch as Sugar scares Kitty, then I rush over to help.

"Here, let me help you" I offer, then pick up her books from the ground, I was going to be a better friend than Sugar. And the look she gave me, this was officially war.

"Ew Ryder, what are you doing here" Sugar scrunched up her face, something that naturally comes up when I'm around.

I roll my eyes "Helping a friend" As if it isn't obvious.

"No, no, no, she's my friend, I'll be the one helping her thank-you very much," states Sugar acidicly, giving one of the worst glares imaginable. Sometimes, she scares me.
I stand up with the books, but the leopard-printed-troll takes them from me. So I take them back and hold them above my head, sometimes being tall is fricken awesome!

"Give 'em here Ryder!" she yells, way to loud for a school hallway.

"You'll have to reach them first." I retort, probably making a face, but oh well, who was I trying to impress?

Kitty, that's right.

"Hey both of you stop it, your arguing like siblings do, why?" Says Kitty. Oh my fricken god! she figured it out. How in the hell did she do it? Is she like one of those super-genius-mind-readers, like in those comics Sam got me hooked on? Not likely, I'm just being stupid now. I'd better go.

"Here's your books, I'd better be going." I hand her books back and then almost run away.
But I still have to try and look cool, so I just walk really fast, straight into Artie. I'm so awesome that I manage to stop myself from tripping over, sort of. I most likely looked like a complete dork, but too late now.

...

"Okay what's you're problem?" I angrily slam my locker door and turn to face Jake, who was across the hall and had been giving me the stink eye for the last minute or so.

He shakes his head. "Don't play dumb." He walks right up to me. What had I done to piss him off? "What's the deal with you and Marley, I've seen you talk to her a lot lately."

A lot, what? like twice, maybe three times.

"She's too good for you. Take any of the cheerleader's, I don't care. Just leave Marley alone." Jake was mad at me, it's way obvious that he thinks Marley is amazing, and he thinks everyone else has the same opinion. Well he's wrong. I don't like Marley, so I tell him.

"I don't know what your problem is, but I don't like Marley. She's all yours." Then I walk off, we could be friends, if he weren't so annoying. Thinking I like Marley, what a joke. Like I said she's pretty, but she's not worth it.

There's another girl that I'd much rather spend time getting to know.

...

I have nothing to do on a Friday morning. Classes always start a bit later, so that the teachers can have their staff meetings. But I always get bored, so fricken board

I had no homework, I did it at home, since I couldn't watch what I wanted, no way in hell was I going to watch Sugar's crap. So I did my homework, I probably did it wrong, but it was none the less done. Go me. So fricken bored!

I sat on the ground in front of my locker, there was still like twenty minutes to the bell. Instead of being lazy I should walk to school, that would take some time, but no, I choose the Sadie-takes-me-to-school-early option.

I am soon joined by Sam, as he slides down the lockers slowly and obviously upset.

"What's wrong?" I ask sighing as I turn to face him.

"Nothing," he lies.

"Liar," I accuse.

"Yeah," he half laughs. "I kind of shouldn't be upset about it but I am."

"About what?" I ask, honestly curious now.

"Well you know last night, when I talked about that cheerleader, that I used to like."

I nod, "Yep."

"Well, I talked to her last night on Skype, and as it turns out she's sort of dating her professor, it's gross and for some reason it upsets me," he sighs turning to look at me. "Why does it piss me off?"

I laugh, "You still like her," I lightly punch his shoulder, still laughing. "That's your problem."

He sort of smiles, "Maybe, but it doesn't matter because she clearly has other things on her mind." He starts frowning again, well that smile was short-lived.

...

We have like five minutes to class, so Sam and I get up and decide to make our way to class, I don't want to seem like a goody-to-shoes, but whatever. I was going to be early but I didn't care.

I turn the corner, looking to left before back to the right, where I was going. I had to do a double take, and then run after the short blonde girl who has just emerged from Coach Sylvester's office.

It couldn't be Kitty, but it looked like her. Kitty is a cheerio, she doesn't wear dresses like that. But I have to admit she looks hot. About 90% per cent sure it's Kitty, I pull off my Letterman jacket and drape it over her shoulders, covering her bare back.

"Thought you might need this, because in case you haven't noticed, the back of your dress is missing." I state, I personally don't want her covered up, but I also personally don't want anyone else looking at her the way I am, because I know what's in my head and I don't trust it.

She turns to face me as she pulls her arms into the sleeves. I don't know why I even have my jacket, it's not cold.
"Thank-you," she says, and I know she means it. When she moves her arm she looks weird, like it hurts.

"No problem," I pause, am I gonna mention it ... yes. "What did you do to your shoulder, you're holding it really awkwardly, did you dislocate it in Cheerio's or something?" Seems most likely.

She nods, proclaiming me a genius, joking, I'm not that full of myself.

"Well then, we should go see Coach Beiste, she master at popping shoulders back in" I smile and she nods, if only she knew how much it was going to hurt.

...

I feel really weird taking her into the boy's locker rooms, not just because it's the boy's, and girls aren't allowed, but also because it smells terrible, and it's embarrassing! I watch Kitty as her face scrunches up.
Coach Beiste isn't there, only a still very upset Sam, why is he here? and not in class, unless he has sport.

"Hey Sam do you happen to know where Coach Beiste is?" I ask, still looking around the room.

"Teaching, why?" he answered, sounding fully depressed. Poor guy.

"Kitty dislocated her sh..." I started, but I was cut off when Sam jumped up, scaring me and seeming like he was completely back to normal.

"I can totally fix it" he announces, over excited as usual, and normal, thank god.

I look down at Kitty to make sure she is okay with it. I would personally let Sam try, but remembering that I'm an idiot, at least according to Sugar. But it's best to let Kitty decide. And she nods, she seems kind of unsure.

"If you break my arm Big Mouth I'll kill you." She says, and for some reason he doesn't seem worried, like she's not serious, which I fully believe she is. Then she takes off the jacket, and it's like wow, all over again.

"Ahh, well that's some dress Kitty" states Sam, my eyes were glued, and it seemed kind of rude, but I couldn't help it, Kitty looked good. But why didn't she know that.

"Yeah I forgot to ask about that, what happened to your uniform?" I asked, because I hadn't already.

"Sue kicked me off the squad, for the you know, my problem." Sam is lost, but I know what she is talking about when she looks up at me, what she told me about last night, the bulimia. Then she continues "And so I now have to wear Sugar's dress."

I'm in shock, I might have an attack! "That's Sugars!" I yell, making Kitty and Sam jump, "Kitty better keep it, or I'm going to burn it when Sugar gets it back," I mumble to myself, and I don't think they heard me.

"So are we gonna do this or not?" asked Sam, completely oblivious to the state of shock I'm in. "Ryder give her your hand, and I'll count." Stupid Sam, he know how bad this is going to be, just as much as I do.

"Why do I need his hand?" questions Kitty, poor girl doesn't know the pain to come.

"Don't count Sam, it's bad to know when it's coming" I say, and Sam nods, like we are total experts, which he is, I've dislocated my shoulder twice, but he's done it like eight times now.

"Why?" Kitty yells. I don't really want to answer her, so I just silently hold out my hand. She takes it, then I decide to tell her, like a distraction.

"Because, it's gonna really ..." I start, but the pop of her shoulder was heard right before a bunch of swear words bust from Kitty's mouth. And the pain shooting through my hand, oh god, it hurts. I'm pretty sure I make a sound of pain, since I was in so much of it. Crap she is fricken strong.

"Hurt" I barely whisper, finishing my sentence. My hand!

The glare, "No shit Sherlock!" she hisses. Man can she be evil, but I totally understand, fixing a shoulder hurts, but she is giving me half her pain, so it can't be that bad for her right?

"Sorry about that" said Sam "But it had to be done" he shrugged. And finally Kitty freed me of her death grip, now all her anger and pain was focused on Sam.

I was busy examining where her nails had dented my skin, permanent or not, was yet to be determined. One was deep enough, it had drawn blood, ouch.

"Why didn't you warn me, huh, that hurt like hell! And now your acting like it was no big deal, I'm still in extreme pain. I'm gonna kill you." I looked up, right as Kitty jumped at Sam, and ignoring my throbbing hand, I grab her.

"Let's go now, thanks Sam." I say dragging Kitty from the locker room, picking up my jacket as we left. I honestly would have just picked Kitty up, but she wasn't helping by just hanging there, so I just dragged her, rather than embarrassing her further.

Once we were in the hall and away from Sam, I said it was time to go to class, and she agreed. For getting to school so early, I was now going to be late for class, but I didn't mind. Being with Kitty was better.

I gave her back my jacket, and she quickly put it back on. "Thanks again for the jacket," she says.

And I realise she hadn't thanked me before, so I told her.

"You never actually thanked me before" I smiled down at her.

"Well I meant to." She says, smiling shyly, then looks around. And then completely taking me by surprise, she hugged me. So smiling I hug her back.

A/N: I'm sorry I made you all wait for so long to read this, I'm sooooo very sorry. I honestly have to say I have no excuses, I was just lazy. But you have it now, and I will try and update the next chapter as soon as possible :D

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