I needed a shirt.

Badly. My arms were all sticky from touching the wet fabric, and it was just getting fracking uncomfortable.

I didn't have any spare shirts in my locker and I didn't have time to go back home and get one.

If Vanessa had still been here I would have been okay. The girl practically brought her whole wardrobe to school in case she felt like changing.

But she wasn't here anymore and I needed a shirt.

I practically ran out of the school, checking the time on my watch every two seconds. I couldn't be late for my shift again. Katy would be pretty pissed.

I stormed through the doors that led outside to the big soccer field, where I knew I would find Tyler, practicing soccer with his friends, and ran to it.

My pace automatically slowed when I saw him, playing with the soccer ball, doing is little master tricks, and talking with a girl.

What are you up to you little tweed? I thought.

I wasn't sure what I should do. Should I just scream at him something very embarrassing like "Hey, don't forget that doctor appointment for your hitching down below" or should I just kick him in the nuts?

My thumb involuntarily went to my index to turn my ring around, a tick I had when I was pondering, but I realised again that I had lost it. Where was it for god sake?

I pushed that thought away when Tyler saw me and burst into laughter.

"Well, well, well, what'd ya know? Lexi in a wet t-shirt competition? I thought it was cheating to wear a bra," he said when he could manage a breath.

The girl beside him looked at him with something close to dumbstruck awe and giggled.

Oh this was just perfect.

"Seriously Ty? That's just gross," I answered him.

"So I'm guessing you want something from me," Ty said clearly enjoying this situation.

"Yeah. I need a shirt. Like right now," and my voice made him understand it wasn't time to mess with me.

Tyler just nodded and ran to the other side of the field, where his bag probably was and left me with the poor girl.

"So you're Tyler's sister, right?" the girl asked me.

Generally I might have made and effort, but I knew why Tyler was talking with her and it had nothing to do with liking her and everything to do with Vanessa. And I was so not in the mood for chitchat.

"And you're Ty's next bed toy? Don't worry he got his penicillin shot last week, his syphilis is long gone now." Maybe that could save her the heartache.

I didn't even wait for her answer and started to walk across the field to reach Tyler.

As I was doing so, someone kicked the soccer ball and it almost hit me right in the face, if I hadn't been quick enough to catch it. I looked around to see who kicked it and when I saw Landon, one of Tyler's friend and team mate, laugh, I kicked the ball, goalie style and it landed straight in his family jewels.

"You better think twice next time you try this you dim-wit," I screamed and flipped him.

"Hey, hey, hey! Calm down," Tyler said, running towards me.

"I'm not calming down! I'm pissed right now," I yelled at him.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? You have to ask?" I hissed, showing my shirt, "I got fracking spilled with fracking Gatorade by fracking Blake I'm-a-fracking-ass Eaton!"

"Alright, alright! God, enough with the Battlestar Galactica cursing. You're corrupting my youthful ears," Tyler answered rolling his eyes while he handed me one of his many clean shirts.

"Thanks," I grumbled and turned around. "Oh by the way, I got detention with the Torrid Mrs. Bull so I'll drive you home from practice."

"Okay. Tell her I really miss her," Ty told me and then broke into fake sobs.

I would have rolled my eyes, but I really wasn't in the mood.

As I ran back inside the school, I almost took my spilled shirt off but then I decided I had made enough of a show for the day. So I change quickly in the bathroom and hurried to the library.

Katy greeted me with a frown.

"Sorry, sorry!"

"Yeah! Say that to my ruined lunch period," she answered and walked around the counter.

"I'm sorry Katy! I swear I had a good reason this time," I tried to explain, trailing after her.

"Well, next time you have sex in the school's bathroom, try to put your own clothes on. Can't wait to see who's the guy wearing your shirt," she sneered, and reached for the door.

That was totally uncalled for. I was just a few minutes late. If she hated her job so much, she should just quit. "Come on Katy! You know me."

"Yes. And you're always late!"

I made a face. "I do have a problem with that."

The thing was though, was that it wasn't exactly my fault. I just always took too much stuff to eat, and then I didn't have enough time to eat it all, and when I was finally done, I was late. So, it wasn't my fault, per say, it was my stomach's fault.

"Try to not be late next time," she said while pushing the door.

"I will."

"It's like asking Clark to stop having sex," Katy mumbled.

I all but gasped. "Hey, I heard that!"

She was already out the door so I couldn't argue more, but I was annoyed. I didn't like being compared with sex-craze Clark! I would never admit this out loud, but he was even more of a pig than god I couldn't believe I was going to acknowledge this but Clark was worse than Blake. Seriously, Clark Anderson was just the biggest perv ever.

But there was no use to dwell on this, so I sat down at the counter and looked at the return books. Katy had almost done all the scanning but there still were a few left, so I reached for the scanning thingy but accidently made it drop on the other side of the counter.

That little thing really pissed me off. God! Was I close from my period because seriously I was just not in the mood today? Or maybe it was just Blake. Yeah, that was it! Blake was such a pain he was like my fracking period.

I didn't want to walk all around the counter to get the thingy back so I just leaned over it, but it was on the floor so I couldn't reach it.

I looked around to make sure no one was eying me curiously, but it was just the usuals; there was Felicia, but as she had mentioned many, many times she preferred being called the Dark Priestess of the night Felicity. She was an emo-gone-wild. I personally had no problems with emo, I even have my moments now and then, but she had just taken the thing to a whole new level. Once I had tried to talk to her, since I kind of felt bad for her because she was always alone, but she had started to go on and on about her Great vampire Prince of Darkness that was coming to take her to his world so they could rule over it and blah blah blah, after a little while I had stopped listening and tried to just not laugh or look out for Spike and Drusilla. Anyway, she was in her usual spot reading her usual book that I was pretty sure was some black magic kinda thing with spells and such... the girl was kind of scary sometimes.

Then, there was the nerds spread here and there, but they were all concentrated on their work so no one paid attention to me. I mean after all, they were kinda use to my weird behaviour by now anyway.

So I leaned even more, my fingertips touching the scan thingy, but I was almost upside down, my torso completely on the counter and my tiptoes barely touching the ground.

"Where do I have to pay to get a good seat for this show?" a voice asked me, when I was finally gripping the freaking thingy.

My body automatically leaned back, and I was glad I had enough coordination to not fall on my face because it would have been even more embarrassing, and then I looked at Blake who was laughing at me.

Jerk!

"Get lost!"

"Ouch. Aren't you happy to see me?" he said, smirking

"Seriously, leave! I have work to do here."

"I could see that," he answered and I rolled my eyes at him.

"So who did you strip naked to get this shirt? No wait, don't tell me! I wanna guess this one."

I was simply scowling at him. Was there a moment when he would magically disappear? I should go see Felicia, I was sure she could give me a nice spell.

"Is it our seventy year old janitor over there," he teased, smirking.

"What do you want Blake?" I asked him, sighing.

"Can't we have a nice little chat?"

"Yeah right!" I snorted. "What do you want?"

One day, he was going to tell me what he wanted from me, what I owed him, so it was better now than later, at least that way I could just get rid of him.

"Well now that you mention it, see here's the thing I need—"

Unfortunately, that was when Felicia showed up at the counter, looking at us like she was possessed. "The Dark shadows are coming this way. They want to feed. They won't wait for the next orders," she said staring straight into my eyes.

Freeeeaky!

And just like that, she left.

I turned to look at Blake and we both burst out laughing.

"The Dark Priestess of the night Felicity talked," I stated, chuckling. Well, that was something I wasn't expecting; laughing with Blake.

"Personally, I think the Dark Priestess of the night Felicity just screams porn movie, don't you think?"

Of course. Trust Blake to turn this into a sex joke. Though, it kinda did...

I took the encyclopaedia, the one from yesterday that was still on the counter and hit Blake with it on the head, though lightly; I didn't want to knock him out and have to do mouth-to-mouth or some crap like that, and then Blake grabbed it smirking, ready for revenge.

"Miss Grayson? Is there a problem?" Mrs Pumpernickel, the one in charge of the library asked.

"No Mrs, no problem at all," I answered and gave Blake a 'get the frack out of here' kind of smirk.

Blake frowned but didn't argue more because Mrs Pumpernickel was the kind of lady who started to work in the educational field when you could still beat the shit out of the students without chances of lawsuits and she was plain scary. So, he simply put the encyclopaedia back down and left.

Well, if I keep this up maybe I won't ever have to do anything for Blake.