Fresh's P.O.V
1 hour later~
I walked out of class until I was greeted by someone familiar "Hey coolcat~". "G-greaser?" I asked looking up. "Soo, ya got released to huh?~" he asked. "Yeah, I did" I said not using my lingo. "Hey now~ what happened to your lingo?~" he asked. "I'm not using now" I replied walking away. "Hey~ Coolcat~ ya can't ignore me~" he said. "Yes I can" I replied. "Aww~ Ya know, your looking pretty cute right now~" he said. I blushed and turned to the door, I opened it and walked into the Gym.
At least I'm not late, ugh I guess Greaser has this class with me. "Hey Fresh!" PJ said running towards me. "Hi PJ!" I said blushing. "C'mon lets run some laps!" He said. "Okay!" I said. We ran but Greaser stayed at the bleachers, "Hey um PJ?" I said. "Yeah? *huff*" he asked. "Um, you are going to have a rival" I said. "And who is that?" He asked. I made the *ahem* sound while pointing at Greaser. "Hah! Him! Really? You do- wait! Do you?" He asked. "No.........not anymore" I said honestly.
Honestly I used to have feelings for him but we never kissed. "Did you guys kiss?" He asked jealous. "No......wait! Are you Jealous?" I asked amused. He froze and turned away. "Aww! PJ you don't have to be jealous!" I said. We were done and he walked off, I felt sad because well he never ignored me.
"P-PJ? Come on please speak to me" I said. He ignored me and kept turning away everytime I came into his view. I gave up and sat on the top bleacher looking upset. "Hey coolcat~ whats wrong?~" Greaser asked. "P-PJ is ignoring me" I said sadly. "Aww~ don't worry~" he said. "Yeah, I guess I don't have to worry" I said smiling sadly. The coach called us to play dodgeball. I felt sad about PJ so I went to the opposite side of him.
Greaser followed putting an arm around my shoulder, I pushed it off glaring at him. When the whistle rung I ran and grabbed a ball, I threw it at the fish-lady. She got hit and went off the court, then a ball almost hit me but I dodged it. Then Greaser grabbed me by the arm pulling me towards him, just then a ball almost hit me. I pushed him off and grabbed a ball, I threw it at this cat guy. Then PJ hit me, everyone cheered knowing he was a jock and I would too if I wasn't so upset.
I walked off the court and frowned watching him throw the balls. I got up and walked out, I went to the janitors closet and cried. I cried quite alot and spent 30 minutes in there. I kept quiet when I heard PJ, "Fresh? FRESH! Where are you?!" He called. I didn't speak since I was upset. Oh what are we going to do..............