Dawson POV:

"So X times Y equals 36?" Anna asked me.
"Why would u ask me?" She put down her pencil.
"I don't know," she whispered.
"No talking!" Mr. Richardson said, our math teacher. He is a forty years old loser, who reads the newspaper every morning.

"This makes no since!" Anna whined.
"I know, last night, for our homework, I asked my dad what to and do he started laughing." She smiled.
"Whose talking?" Mr Richardson asked.
"Who isn't?" Johnny Humberge stated making everybody laugh.
"Just do your work! It will be turned in tomorrow for a grade!" He yelled scooting his old beat up brown chair. The klok, bell rang and everybody packed up their stuff and left. I went to my locker and exchanged my Math binder for my Science one. I walked upstairs and went to 'The Science Hall'. My teacher's name is Mrs. Hulivard. She is tall and has golden brown hair.
I sat down in my assigned seat, which was right volgende to Bentley. Mrs. Hulivard walked into the class room and zitplaats, stoel down her coffee mug that zei '#1 Teacher'
"Alright.." She clapped her hands together and walked in-front of the desk, "We will be doing a project for the volgende few days!" She had a smile on her face. "Your groups have been made. They are on the back wall." She walked over to back of her desk. "Everybody see who u have groups in and then go get started. Instructions are on the lab tables." She sat down in her zitplaats, stoel and messed with some papers. I walked to the back and saw that I had Orlando Jaxson, Captain of the mathletes, Hannah Clement, Kevin.....
After I read his name I backed up slowly and walked over to the tafel, tabel where Kevin and this other kid was sitting. Kevin looked at me, "Are you in this group?" He asked I nodded, unable to speak. Anger swept across his face. He looked down at the instruction paper.
"I says that we have to have a cup water, salt, liquid A, and liquid D. I'll get the salt," He looked up at the guy sitting volgende to him. "Get the liquid A, Hannah liquid D, and you.." He looked at me, "Water..Go." I walked over to the sink and poured a cup of water into a measuring cup. I brought it to our lab tafel, tabel and sat down on the stool. When I got there everybody was at the tafel, tabel and Kevin was reading the instructions,
"Put a teaspoon of salt in the class container," He put a teaspoon in the glass container. Everybody just sat there,
"Orlando, u do this.." Kevin demanded. Of course Orlando excepted, he is terrified of football players. I'm pretty sure when he read that Kevin was in his group, he pooped his pants. Orlando did somethings, than some other things, than some other ones. Kevin keep looking at me, with a disgusted face on.
"What is your problem?!" I finally asked.
"Nothing really except, one of my bestest vrienden lip locked with my girlfriend!"
"For the last time, she kissed me and I pushed her away!" I declared, "Why would u believe someone u meet a jaar ago, and not believe u best friend, that you've known all u life?!" I yelled. Everybody looked at us, the teacher left the room.
"I..." He started.
"Plus, she's a total bitch!" He looked into my eyes and then stormed out the room.

Bentley POV:

I had in my group, Johanna Bake, Blacen Nichole, and Kayla George. I was putting salt and liquid C in a container. I started fizzing up and then spilling over. I heard someone yell, "Nothing really except, one of my bestest vrienden lip locked with my girlfriend!" It was Kevin and Dawson. They argued for a minuut and then Dawson called Raylee a teef and Kevin stormed out.
"What was that about?" Kayla asked, the drama queen. Mrs. Hulivard walked back in a took a sip of her coffee.
"Ten meer minutes!" She directed. We finished our experiment and then sat down at a tafel, tabel where I found a sheet that was titled, "Reactions". It took me five minuten to finished the work and still have about three minuten to spare. I walked around the room, bored.
"Bentley," Mrs. Hulivard said.
"Yes Ma'am?" I asked in an innocent voice.
"What happened in her while I was gone?" She asked. I didn't want to get Dawson and Kevin in trouble, but I couldn't lie... could I?
"Nothing, everybody just did there work..." I lied.
"Alright, u can go now.." I walked away from her bureau and the klok, bell rang.

When I opened my locker a note fell out.

Meet me at HHS Saturday ~ABP
HHS is a dance that the school puts on once every semester.

Anna POV:

I almost fell asleep in my french class. Good thing I didn't actually fall asleep because he zei we are taking a trip to France for a weekend. Yay!

I walked to the parking lot to meet Raylee. She was standing volgende to her big black Hummer.
"Hey Raylee!" I faked a smile.
"I can't give u rides anymore," She said.
"What? Why?" I asked.
"Well I don't want to catch 'Loser'" She laughed and climbed into her car and drove off leaving me in the middle of the parking lot alone. I pulled out my Galaxy3 and dialed Dawson's number.
"Hello?" He asked.
"Dawson?" I asked getting tears in my mouth.
"Yeah, is this Anna?"
"Yeah,"
"Are u okay? Is this about Nick?" He asked.
"No, I need a ride home, will u come get me in the freshman parking lot?" I sniffed.
"On my way." I hung up the phone and pulled out my mini-mirror from my zebra book-bag. I looked at my eyes and they where red and puffy. My mascara was running down my face and my blush was washing away. What happened? Just two days geleden I was the most populair girl in school, and now... I'm a loser. I made one little mistake and now my whole life is ruined. About 10 minuten passed and then I saw a beat up brown Toyota. The window was rolled down. Dawson got out and hugged me.
I backed away and got into the old ugly car. It started raining. We stopped in a deserted rode.
I just looked out the front window that u could barely see through. It was extremely quiet and his eyes where piercing me.
"What happened?" He finally said. I keep looking out the window.
"Raylee dis-friended me, because I wasn't populair enough to hang out with her."
"I thought u two where closer then that?"
I looked over at him, "I did too. But I was wrong. I thought Nick actually loved me, guess I'm wrong.. a lot." I whipped the tears away, "Me and Raylee, swore never to cry in-front of people, ever... we made lots of things like that, like, never farting, swearing, of burping in public." I smiled thinking of all the things we did together. But all of that is over now.
Over.