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It was one of those you blink and you miss moments. Time seemed to fly so fast and Andrew Clark found himself facing Shermer High on a Monday. Well, nothing looked too different from the high school or from any of his classmates. He didn't know how much time passed as he stood staring at the building, when he felt someone brushing past him. That light feather touch bought him out of his trance and he expected to see Allison Reynolds looking over her shoulder and sending him a smile. To his disappointment, it was Christina. The girl that had been hounding him to take her to prom.

Andrew took a deep breath and tried not to show his disappointment. He mustered a slight smile upon his lips and sent it towards the attention-seeking girl, who quickly whipped her head the other way and went into a series of giggles. Something that she was going to tell her group of friends about.

As the group of students got smaller, Andrew decided to finally enter the building. As usual, he headed over to his locker and placed his belongings inside and took out the books that he needed for his first class. He peeked from his peripheral vision and saw the groups of students that were dispersed throughout different parts of the hallway. Nothing had changed.

"Yo Andrew!" he heard his name being called and a hand clamping on his shoulder. Andrew looked over and saw a hand that wore fingerless black gloves. His first instinct was to greet John but he remembered that there was no way in hell that John was be that friendly with him.

Andrew managed to turn around and he saw one of his teammates in front of him. "What's up Tony?" Andrew greeted him.

"You survived Saturday detention," his teammates pointed out as if it was a wrestling challenging that Andrew had to face. "Any weirdos in the mix?"

Andrew looked at his teammates with a visible glare, but Tony wasn't quick to catch on it. "Why do you ask?" he inquired. "What did you hear?" Man, gossip in this school spread like wildfire.

Tony held his hands up. "You know how it is," Tony said before he hit Andrew on the arm with the back of his hand, "but listen, word on the street that Lester quit."

Andrew froze upon those words. "He what?" he asked him.

"He quit the team," Tony repeated and leaned against the row of lockers. "And good riddance too. The kid was a weak link."

And Andrew felt responsible for that. Why was Tony being supportive about it? Would he feel that same way if Andrew did the same thing to him as he had done to Larry? "I'll see you at practice later," Andrew said and pulled away from Tony before he had to hear of anymore nonsense from him.

Andrew took a turn down the hallways and then skidded to a stop when he was suddenly ambushed by Katie. Great he thought as he tried to put on the politest demeanor possible. "Hey Katie," he greeted her.

"Hey yourself," Katie smiled and flirtatiously twirled a strand of her hair around her finger. "Heard you were in detention. How did that go?"

Andrew answered her with a shrug of his shoulders. "It was boring," he lied to her. "Vernon made us write a thousand-word essay." He hoped that detail would make her go away.

"Ew," Katie responded and made a face at that. She rolled her eyes and shook her head. "Vernon is…whatever. I wanted to ask you something."

Andrew had a feeling on what it might be…and he was already prepared with an answer. "What's up?"

He watched as she continued to twirl that strand of hair around her finger. At least Christina was more upfront with it that Katie was. "Would you like to go to prom together?" she asked him.

Bingo Andrew thought. "No," Andrew answered her with a shake of his head. He watched as her smile disappeared from her lips. "I'm already going with someone else."

"Oh," was the first expression that came from Katie's lips. "Who is she?"

Andrew looked over Katie's shoulder and noticed the social circle that she was a part of. Surprisingly, he didn't see Claire nor did he see Christina, which was probably the reason why Katie decided to ask him, but Jodie and Jennifer were there staring at them intently. Andrew looked back at Katie and said to her, "not anyone you know."

With those words, he turned on his heel and walked away from her. He knew what was coming next. Katie was going to whine to her friends about how he didn't accept her offer and they were going to talk behind his back on what he was missing out on. Katie wasn't anything special to him.

"That was brave of you wasn't Sporto," a familiar voice commented.

Andrew stopped in his steps and turned around to see Allison Reynolds standing behind him. She was back in her original wardrobe, but this time, he was able to fully see her eyes. Even though she looked nice in her makeup, the dark colors of her clothing made her more mystifying. Andrew gave Allison a slight smirk as he took a couple of steps towards her. From his peripheral vision, he could see some of those preppy girls looking over at him. Let them stare he thought to himself. "Somehow," he said to Allison, "I had to be. It was the only way to get her to shut up."

Allison was all too familiar with that. The past couple of weeks, she had seen how those girls had been hounding Andrew nonstop, pressuring to get him to go with one of them. To Allison, it looked exhausting from both sides. Exhausting for Andrew being asked constantly and exhausting for the girls that he declined.

Allison looked over Andrew's shoulder when she noticed one of the jocks walked up behind him. "Seems like your friend wants to join the conversation," she commented and quickly shut her mouth before he heard her saying anything.

"What's good Andrew?" Andrew shut his eyes when he felt another hand slapping his shoulder. Angelo, Tony's twin brother. The only way one could tell the difference was from the scar that was on his hand that he got from a skiing incident. "Is it just me or do I sense a little bit of tension between you and the preps?"

Andrew resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Typical behavior from those girls. And typical that Angelo would be fawning over one of them. "No man, you heard wrong. No tension." He gave Angelo a nod of his head, hoping that he would leave him but his wishes weren't answered.

Angelo looked at Allison up and down, and at this moment, Allison wished that she was invisible. "And who is this?" he asked Andrew. "It's not the basket-case is it?"

Andrew's jaw clenched upon hearing that label for Allison. She was anything but a basket-case after what he had learned about her in detention. Andrew took a deep breath and tried to keep his words controlled. If he lashed out on Angelo, he was going to tell Tony, and Tony was just a blabbermouth. Let them talk a part of Andrew's mind argued, let them say what they want! Kick me off the team? Fine.

Allison held her breath when Andrew didn't react. Perhaps she had gotten her hopes up into thinking that Andrew would defend her against his teammates.

Angelo continued to look at Allison. "What are you, mute?" he asked her and snapped his fingers in front of her, "say something."

"Leave her alone," Andrew muttered.

Angelo turned to look at him. "What?"

"I said leave her alone," Andrew moved in front of Allison and got in front of Angelo. There was no reason for Angelo to humiliate Allison like that. "And let me make this clear to you," he said as his voice dropped to a whisper, "you don't look at her, you don't talk to her, and you don't even think about her…you understand me?"

Allison watched the scene unfolding in front of her eyes. A small smile came upon her lips as she tried to hide it as much as she could.

Angelo backed away and held his hands up in surrender. "That hell's wrong with you man?" he asked him and then disappeared in the cluster of students as they were getting to their classes.

Andrew muttered under his breath and looked back at Allison. "Just…forget about him."

A mischievous smirk comes upon Allison's lips as she holds up a keychain between her fingers. "Thinks that he'll miss this?"

Andrew looked at the dangling keychain and suppressed a chuckle. "He claims that to be his lucky charm. He's been on a winning streak for the past three weeks."

"He has a lot to catch up to," Allison told him catching onto the slight smile upon Andrew's lips. "when is your next match?"

Andrew's smile grew wider. "Why?" he asked her, "you're interested in checking it out?"

It was unbeknownst to Andrew, but Allison had her ways of making sure that she was in the audience watching Andrew's matches. "You need someone to cheer you on," she told him.

"I have a meet this Saturday so I'm thinking Friday of next week," Andrew told her, "which is likely to change since coach prepares the schedules his own way."

Allison gave him a single nod of her head. She made a mental note to take a copy of the schedule to keep as a reference. "Then I'll see you around Sporto," Allison said to him, "hopefully there's an empty seat at lunch." Her lips beheld a small smile as she turned on her heel and walked away from him.

Lunch was going to be one hell of a time. Where all cliques sat together and those who didn't fit in any cliques, sat alone. There was no way his friends would allow Allison to sit with them…and just like that, Andrew wasn't going to sit with any of them either. No teammate left behind? That sounded like a loud of nonsense. Especially when he knew they wouldn't support his choices.

Letting out a sigh, Andrew decided not to let his mind wander towards that dreaded lunch block. He headed inside the classroom before the bell rang and hoped that today's lesson would distract him from his thoughts.