As Matt sat down in the only remaining seat, Jordan cracked her neck and knuckles simultaneously. Matt gulped visibly. His fear of her only increasing at the thought of his task.

"Ahem, Ah, J-Jordan Haven, isn't it?" Matt questioned her timidly.

Jordan looked to her right, eyeing the brown haired boy warily. She snapped her gum noisily.

Yeah, what's it to you? Who are you, anyway?"

Matt rolled his eyes, annoyed. How could she sit by him for a semester, and not know his name?

"Matt Greene. H-How would you like to go out with me, this Friday?" There, I did it. He thought.

The honey blonde looked at him, actually considering the offer. Matt watched her write something on a sheet of paper before slipping it to him, pretending to stretch so she wouldn't look suspicious.

When English ended, with Matt hoping the letter wouldn't burn a hole in his pocket, it was time for his weekly track meets.

Deciding he could sacrifice two hours to devote to running, Matt stripped out of his jeans to reveal basketball shorts and a 'Redstone Ravens' tee.

"Greene, keep up with the rest, or you know what'll happen to that scholarship." Bellowed Coach Brown. Yes, he did know what would happen.

Matt sped up just enough to please the grumpy coach.

His mind wasn't focused solely on the running like It usually was. It was now split between that and Jordan.

He wasn't hesitating on carrying out the bet because she was unattractive, she wasn't. It was because if it weren't for this bet, he would have never noticed her in the way he was now.

At the moment Matt looked up, Jordan was practicing a volleyball tactic with Coach Summers.

His mind drifted to the note that currently felt like a weight in his pocket. What did it say?

Finally, Coach Brown dismissed him to go home. Matt was beyond furious at the man. He walked over to him angrily.

"Why? I'm keeping up with everyone else. I see no point for you to send me home."

"Matthew, your mind isn't in it. It hasn't been solely on Track for months now. I need you to sort everything out before I can let you practise or compete again."

His anger deflated somewhat. His embarrassment was now coming through. "Yeah, you're right. I'll get right on to that, Coach B. Have a great weekend."

His bag, which was hanging on the fencepost was now on the ground. Not stopping to find out how it got there, he just grabbed it, and went out the chain-link fence.

"One more thing, Greene." Coach yelled, using his megaphone. "this won't affect your grades- whatever it is you're going through- will it?

Matt grinned. He knew the man needed him on the team. "No, sir. Not in the slightest."

How wrong was he.