Dawn wanted to cry. Not only were two of the most fabulous guys at Banting trying very hard to kill each other, it was all over her! That wouldn't be too bad, but she was certain that Scott had a broken nose. He would never be the same.

"Stop it!" She yelled at the two of them. "Stop it! Stop fighting! How the hell have you been fighting for ten minutes without a crowd gathering? Is there another fight across the street? What could be better than seeing two hot guys beat the crap out of each other?"

Two guys ran by, and one of them answered her. "Two hot chick beating the crap out of each other! At Tim Hortons!"

Finally giving up on getting the two males to stop, she leaned against a wall and waited. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten anything since the banana-nut muffin she'd had that morning. Dawn could feel a pout coming on, and she was seriously contemplating beating the shit out of both the testosterone-filled dumbasses currently beating the crap out of each other.

She started going through her pockets and found a quarter. What can I buy with a quarter? She wondered. Nothing, that's what. This is soooo boring! She flipped the quarter in the air and caught it. Then again. "Heads I date Drew, Tails I date Scott." She said and then fipped the coin a third time. It landed on the floor, bounced around, then finally rolled around the corner.

Dawn quickly ran around the corner to see the quarter balanced exactly on edge. "That's weird." She said out loud as she picked it up. She wandered back to where the boys were fighting.

Strangely enough, the fight seemed to be over. Drew was howling and cavorting down the hallway, screaming something that sounded suspiciously like "I am Man! Hear me Muscle! I have a truck and I am COOL!"

Scott lay on the floor, a stunned look on his slightly lopsided face. Dawn hoped that a little plastic surgery would fix his nose, but she wasn't sure. "Help!" He groaned from his pool of blood and he stared helplessly up at her. "I think I slipped on something. Where did the trucker go?"

Dawn shrugged. "He's off admiring his muscles in the mirror, probably." She muttered, helping Scott to his feet, and removing his shirt in the process. "He'll probably be back soon, to finish you off. We should go hide in that janitor's closet."

Scott agreed instantly. "Hopefully, we can lock it, so he won't find us." He suggested.

Dawn nodded, pushing him into the closet and locking the door behind her.

And so Dawn ended up with Scott. Because he's perfect. Smart, funny, athletic, good-looking except for his taste in clothes, and athletic. He's also artistic and intellectual, and good at everything he does. So Dawn wasn't really surprised to find out he was really a woman.

The End.