"I've had experiences with different stains and wearing white is the toughest to get anything red out, but if you take a sponge and soak it with hydrogen peroxide and spot clean the front and the back of the shirt where the stain is before using detergent it should come out. If it doesn't come out after washing it, spot clean it again with the peroxide and re wash. Only dry the shirt when its fully gone. Drying the shirt with the stain still there will only set it in permanently. The shirt won't be too bad if that happens because you can just put a sweater over it." I say with a sheepish smile with the amused look he is given me.

"Thanks. I'll try that. Let me give you a hall pass so that not late for class." He says smiling now and goes into his desk and quickly writing on the small yellow piece of paper.

"Its no problem." I tell him and accept the paper when he hands it to me. "See ya tomorrow." I say and leave not bothering to wait for him to say anything else. "Thanks again." I hear him say as soon as I'm out of the door.

"Getting brownie points, huh?" I hear in a whisper and I turn my head to see Rosalie leaning against the lockers near the classroom door I just passed.

"Hardly." I say rolling my eyes at her.

"Well, don't be surprised if you see an apple on your desk tomorrow in his class." She says and I stop to look at her confused and I'm down right horrified of the teacher becoming a creepy stalker.

"Now that would be creepy. I may as well bring peanut butter and a knife then and slowly eat it in front of him while I imagine cutting off all of his male's prized possessions." I say laughing inside but my face and voice comes out serious. 

She snorts a laugh and then her eyes widen and her hand covers her mouth.  I look away smiling to save her the embarrassment of seeing it and continue walking to my locker with her following me.

"I hope you know I was joking, but seriously he never gives out hall passes ever." She states and I shrug my shoulders and finally reach my locker. All this walking around with little time in-between classes is so messed up, but its a much smaller school and less student to get around to their classes. I guess I just need to walk faster between classes then.

"So, what stains where you talking about?" I turn and raise my eyebrow at her question because just how long was she standing there exactly and why isn't she walking to her own class now.

"Are you going to answer my question?" I shove my locker shut and turn towards her and see she has her hands crossed over her chest and I look away quickly.

"If you must know I was talking about blood." I say walking away with her following in step with me.

"Blood?" She quietly asks and I look to see her worried expression.

"Yeah, I sometimes need to get blood out clothes." I vaguely say and she doesn't say anything as I peek a glance at her. I see that she looks furious with her expression and her tight posture and she looks like she has more questions. "It wasn't always my blood." I find myself adding with the hope that I answered some of her unspoken questions as I get to my gym class doors.

"I'll see ya later." I tell her and open the gym door and go through without looking back.

The gym teacher accepts my hall pass after giving it a glance and he sends me to change in the locker room. I quickly turn and take couple of steps towards the locker doors and I take a glance back and see him and he's looking more closely at the slip of paper I just gave him and I find it slightly interesting and think maybe what Rosalie said was true. I hope that she was predicting that (apple on my desk) because that definitely would be creepy. Not that she could predict something like that. No, what would be creepy would be a teacher giving a student a apple to begin with. Shit, I'd take a higher grade before an apple. To me that screams of Halloween and the whole warning of check your candy for drugs and small harmful weapons like nails or razor blades. Damn it. Rosalie has me paranoid now. I change into my gym clothes and pull my hair up into a pony tail.

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