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Sitting in the cafeteria on a Saturday was surreal. Without the usual noise from students conversing or yelling at one another, Andrew felt like he had walked into a ghost town. He would take this silence over the cacophony during the weekdays. Ever since he had chosen to be with Allison, he felt the eyes of his group looking over at them. There were moments when he wondered what they were saying about him, about Allison, about the group. Considering what had happened back home yesterday, keeping up with an image was not important. If he was being honest with himself, he envied his classmates who weren't conformed to the high school standards. It must be less exhausting for them than it was for him.

How wrong he was on that. Even the students who didn't conform to the rest of the groups, they were shut out. No invitation to parties, the last to be picked on a team, not asked to go to prom…and he had seen this with Allison. The number of times that his group of friends had made of her whenever they saw her in the hallway. Calling her a 'freak, a basket-case, a psycho.' Andrew didn't remember every engaging in that type of conversation before, but if he had, he would take them back.

Now with Allison staying close to him, Andrew felt that part of him had been complete. He used to feel this emptiness in him. To his group of friends, it was laughable that the Wrestling Star of Shermer High didn't yet have a girlfriend. The number of girls that he had rejected before Allison were enough to count from his fingers. A lot of his classmates had been shocked about that, but Andrew had different goals in his mind. It was his wrestling, then his classes, and then the scholarship.

And then Allison came along and turned his world upside-down…but for the better. For a girl that was reserved, he hadn't expected for her to be so open to the love that he had for her. She reciprocated that by listening to him, ensuring that he was alright, and being there for him. Right now, he was glad that he had her close to him, with her head on his shoulder.

Allison felt comfortable being around Andrew in this quiet atmosphere. Not that she hadn't felt comfortable before with everyone watching them. That wouldn't stop her from loving Andrew any less. She squeezed him arm tightly and turned her head to look at him. With John and Susan hovering somewhere at the kitchen of the cafeteria, Allison took the opportunity to ask Andrew about that scratch under his eye. She reached over and gently ran her thumb under it, causing him to slightly flinch. "I don't think this was from a tree branch, Andrew," she said to him.

Both her and Bender thought so. Andrew didn't want to bring his personal life into their relationship. Why should Allison suffer along with him? "It's nothing Ally," Andrew told her with a shake of his head, "it'll heal."

Will it? Allison thought as she continued to look at him. There was a difference between physical and emotional wounds. One type healed and the other was always scarred. "Let me help you, Andrew," Allison said.

Andrew clenched his jaw. He appreciated her willingness, but what was she going to do? "There's nothing any of us can do," Andrew told her. But wait two more years and be out of here.

Before, Allison would have suggested to run away. But where would they go? The possibilities seemed endless but they were under restriction. "If you ever need to leave, come with me. You shouldn't be in a place where you're treated like this," Allison told him.

A look of appreciation crossed over his eyes as he looked at Allison. He was willing to go anywhere with her, but just like that, it was going to have to wait. He held onto her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Allison thought about the empty home that she had woken up to. While it felt nice temporarily, she hadn't expected to feel so lonely. She leaned against Andrew once more. "Are you free tonight and tomorrow?" she asked him. "My parents decided to ditch me."

Andrew furrowed his eyebrows upon that statement. "They left you home alone?" he asked her and she nodded his head to him. "No note? Or when they'd be back?"

Allison was glad that her face was turned away from Andrew. The last thing she wanted to do was show the tears that had begun to well in her eyes. She didn't know if they would ever come back. They had to for their jobs at least unless they had decided to relocate without bothering to take anything with them. "Nothing," Allison simply said.

The tremble in her voice may have given away her emotions. She felt Andrew's hand under her chin as he turned her head to look at him. A look of sympathy crossed his eyes. Ignorance. That's what it was. Ignorance of parents not acknowledging their children's existence or their feelings. "You don't have to be alone," Andrew said to Allison and held her tightly against him, "I've got you."

By the cafeteria doors, Susan was lucky enough to capture the moment between Allison and Andrew. Even though she couldn't hear their conversation, their body language and emotions that they communicated with one another. The gazes that they sent to each other. It made Andrew look like a knight in shining armor coming to save his princess. She didn't know what Allison would think if Susan referred to her as a princess, but this was a moment that needed to be sketched.

She was glad that she was able to run into the library and grab her sketchpad before heading to the cafeteria with the rest of the ground, without Ms. Wilson suspecting that they were gone. That must have been one long show that she was watching.

"What the hell are you staring at?" John suddenly asked as he walked over to the section of the cafeteria kitchen where Susan was. He peeked over her shoulder and looked at Andrew and Allison. "Huh, homeboy is getting some action."

"Oh stop it," Susan said, "they're just spending some time together before we head back to the detention. I think it's very sweet."

John scoffed at that. He had to admit that he was surprised that Andrew's and Allison's relationship had lasted a whole week. Maybe Andrew wasn't all that of a jerk as John had thought. "Five bucks that Ally dumps him before prom." John had nothing against Allison, but with Andrew, he liked to see him get a taste of his own medicine.

Susan raised an eyebrow and looked at John. "I am not placing bets on my friends. Just by that, you'd lose that five bucks." Considering how smitten Andrew and Allison were with one another, there was no way that Susan would believe they would break up.

John held his hands up in defeat. "Don't get so sensitive," he told her and then pulled away from the door. "How's everything with you and the nerd?"

Susan rolled her eyes. "His name is Brian," she reminded him, "and everything is fine. He still has to finish that extra week. Then he's free."

"So no tutoring sessions yet?" John asked her.

"Not yet," Susan said, "I think risking it once was more than enough for him."

"He's no fun," John said as he stalked around the kitchen and opened the cabinets to see what he could find. The only thing that was close to being nutritious around here were the small apples that they kept in the fridge.

Susan closed her sketchpad once she was satisfied with the sketches that she made. "What about you and Claire?" she asked him, "how's that going?"

John's hand hovered above the apple in the fridge when she asked him that question. If Susan thought that something was going on between him and Claire, she was blind. "Nothing's going on," he answered her and decided to grab the apple, "it's complicated."

Claire was a complicated girl to figure out. During detention, she clearly said that she didn't want to compromise her status but then she wound up sitting with them at the lunch table. Not once, but many times these past couple of days. Whenever Susan was present, John had been dismissive of Claire and would constantly tease her, and Claire remained indifferent to his words. "She's one of us now," Susan told him, "I think you should give her a chance."

John slowly turned on his heel and looked at Susan. Him and Claire being together was equivalent to a ticking time bomb. There was no way their relationship would last more than a couple of hours. "Not a chance Picasso," he told her.

Susan was caught off guard by that response. The kiss that they shared last week…there had to be some meaning behind it. They had to feel something for one another. A kiss like that wasn't forgettable. She wasn't going to prod John about it, but she hoped that they were able to find a common ground. In the end, the attitudes that they threw at one another was not good for either of them.

Claire was too perfect for him. How could he compete with the other guys that were chasing her? She could have the greatest buy out there, spoiling her with whatever she wanted. What did he have to give her? He had nothing. He wasn't rich, he didn't have a healthy homelife, and he was sure that regardless of the kiss they shared, she held resentment towards him of the insults that he flung at her.

What would Claire give him? Would she even want to do that? Even if she pulled away from her social status at school, maybe she wanted to keep that image as the pristine daughter at home. What a hypocrite! That angered John. No matter what place they would be in, there was always that uncertainty between them.