I'm all clear you guys, no cancer! :D... Soooo onward to more story! I went to see Fun Sized! It was great! Anyway, are you guys doing Halloween? If so what as?

Despite what Jeb said, he never did show up to the house. Weeks past and my anxiety slowly withered away to nothing. I began to talk more to Sam and Fang, and they actually became closer. I was so proud of my little guy friends.

I was sitting in Study Hall going over Calculus work with Sam, while Fang was in another class. I listened as all the cheerleaders squealed as their boyfriends kissed them. Some even screamed. They were so shreiky, I hated that.

"So did you get-" I began, pointing to one of my answers.

"Yes." Sam responded without even looking.

"Oh, really? You got-" I leaned over and looked at his paper, there was a drawing where the answer should be,"Oh, yeah, I got skateboard-with-sparks-flying-off-it too!"

"Man! Look how great we are at Calculus!" He exclaimed.

"Hahaha, no. Do the work." I said, shoving a pencil at him, and laughing. He continued to scribble down answers as I read through the pages. I couldn't believe our teachers would assign this much work for one day.

"Does she hate us or something?" I said, reviewing my homework.

Sam laughed, and looked at the few pages he was assigned, "Nope, just you."

I looked at his homework and sure enough, he had 2 pages to do. I was assigned 4. Now you may be thinking: "Oh, four! No big deal! I fly through that!" Uh, huh! No. This is Calculus. We do not fly through Calculus. Calculus will whip out a problem, and kill you with it.

"Wow." I said, sighing.

I was standing up to grab another piece of paper from my backpack which was across the room, when I tripped and fell over Sam. After apologizing, and going to get my stuff, I couldn't help but be reminded of before, when I tripped and fell on him. And that reminded me of more time I spent with him. And more. And more. And more. Soon enough I dropped my pencil and my binder on the floor in front of him and ran to the bathroom, closing a stall as tears soaked my face. I wiped myself off, trying to look good as new and walked back out. He looked at me confused.

"Got a text message." I lied, "You know, no phones allowed in Study Hall."

"They don't really care," Sam laughed.

"Yeah, but it would be my luck and I'd get caught." I began to remember the time Sam asked me out. That was such a happy moment for me. But at the time I wasn't interested in him. And was he even interested in me until after I started dressing that way? No... That can't be it, because I went back to dressing normal after I broke myself. So... What was it that caught his attention.

"Sam, why'd you ask me out?" I asked. I didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, but after it was out, I didn't regret it.

"Um..." He began, "Well, to be honest I had liked you years before, and I was really scared. The day you started dressing that way, my friends said they'd either ask you out for me or I will... And I did. And I was very happy for doing so."

"Your friends had to pressure you into it?" I snorted.

"What?" He asked.

"I'm sorry," I laughed, "But a guy like you, had to be pressured into it? Its just your so... Your so..."

"Obnoxious? Annoying? Rude?" He said, raising an eyebrow sadly.

"I was gonna say handsome, but yours work too." I laughed.

"Hm... You really think so?" Sam asked, "Then lets do a little bet."

"Whats that?" I asked.

"I ask you back out, you say no. One hundred bucks on it." Sam said.

"And if I say yes?" I responded.

"Then I'll be in major debt." Sam rolled his eyes.

"Oh, you already are in major debt!" I punched his arm.

"Fine, fine." He admitted.

"But, to keep the wager fair, I'll do it at an unexpected time." Sam laughed.

"Oh, you're so on." I said shaking his hand.

It took me a few moments to realize what I'd just committed to.

I owed him a hundred bucks if I didn't go out with him... But, I still liked him right? So why shouldn't I go out with him? I mean... Well on another hand he said he would never ask me back out, said it would be too much. He said he wouldn't because he puts me in risk. But we both agreed that was stupid... Right? So... Why am I- Why do I- Ugh! This boy is so good at mind tricks.

A week past and he still didn't ask me out. The anticipation was killing me.

In that amount of time, I had been switched to a new class in a different hall then I was used to. I was stumbling around, looking for a bathroom, when I walked into a Janitor's closet. I walk in, just in time to see a girl, straddling a guy who was sitting on a chair, that was flipped over. Making out. Luckily both clothed... Ish... The boy had his shirt off, and it looked like I came in on a little close call too.

I stood there. Petrified. I didn't want to say anything until they realized I was there. But more shit was about to go down, so I cleared my throat. Still not looking up I walked over to tap them on the shoulder when I stopped suddenly.

"You have got to be shitting me!" I exclaimed, "First Dylan!"

I rounded the corner, and watched as their mouths quickly left each others. My sister, still on top of this boy looked at me, utterly terrified and a look of Oh-please-don't-tell-Mom in her eyes.

"God! That's so- First Dylan and now-"

I looked at the boy who was leaning up to kiss her again.

"Dylan?!"

Sorry it's so short. Its because I'm posting two today... I think...