I recoiled and grabbed my stomach with one hand and gently fingered my cheek where Brooklyn had kicked me. Why is it always the hot ones that never want to be loved, and by loved I suppose I do mean blackmailed into dating me? But hey, who's to say there's that there's a difference? I look up to see that Devon had been hit in the nose, which was now turning a light shade of lavender. Hit me... shame on me, hit my friend, you. My problem is... I won't let me or my friends be shamed.
   "Split up and find her! I won't stop until she's found and blackmailed!" I whisper to my friends. We all casually stand up and walk out the door, but after we get out the cafeteria doors we bolt down the hallways. I stop and listen for footsteps and hear the faint clip of Converse down the hallway to my left. I dash down the hallway at top speed, I turn the corner but there's no one there, but I did see Reagan Wilson walking down the hallway, the only hallway which she could've gone through to escape.
   "Hey Reagan my man, have you seen a tall, tan girl wearing converse walking anywhere down here?" I asked like nothing was wrong.
   "You're describing ¾ of the school Paris." Reagan quipped.
   "Okay um... brunette, kinda basic?" I specified more.
   "Down to half the school," Reagan said, clearly getting bored.
   "Converse, tall, tan, brunette, Rose crop top, short shorts, and rose-colored glasses."
   "Oh yeah, I saw her run just that way a minute ago." He pointed up the stairs to the right.
   "Thanks, man," I concluded our conversation by running up the stairs and around the corner. I listened closer but all I heard was Reagan walking off somewhere downstairs. She's probably long gone or in hiding now. I stared down the hallway and returned back downstairs. I made my way back down the hall to the cafeteria where the boys caught up with me.
   "Sorry dude, couldn't find her. You'd think a girl that tall would be easier to spot." Carson Wally apologized, probably insincerely knowing all of us. If it were me I'd probably just go in the bathroom and play games, but I'm sure that's what they were all doing. No worries though, there's still 4 periods left, she has to show up eventually. We make it back to our table and eat away the next few minutes in silence. I was mid-sandwich when I felt an elbow on my shoulder. I look up to see Brook Fruitcake... with Reagan Wilson's arm wrapped around her waist. I figured she'd have a few guys in her like myself, but she's already with Reagan Wilson? My jaw dropped as I realized that my chances were getting slimmer and slimmer the more people looked up at them. I had lost.