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"What the hell happened? Why would David do this to you!?" Taylor's fists were balled up, his anger reaching the boiling point. He was so mad right now, he could always swear steam was coming out of his ears. "Colton, why did he do this to you?" 

Colton shrugged, "It's not a big deal, Taylor. We got into an argument and he hit me. I was out of line anyways, I didn't realize it until I was on the floor. He was right to hit me, I was being a jerk." He looked down at the computer screen as it illuminated to life, "We should work on this project." 

He was ignoring Taylor's question of course, but the anger was still there, "I'm not done asking you what happened. Why did David do this to you? I didn't even know you two were friends." Sitting down opposite of Colton, Taylor was quick to stare at the boy, wondering what he would answer. 

"Honestly Taylor, it's none of your business. I don't feel like talking about it, now shall we work on this project or shall I just give up on you and ask to work alone." Getting irritated and not having a good cover story was starting to piss Colton off, he just wanted to forget this ever happened. 

"Fine. Don't tell me. Are we still on for tonight?" Even if he was mad, he still wanted to go on the date, he was still totally into Colton. "I was thinking we could go to Flora's Café, I heard she came out with a new chicken meal and I would like to try it." 

A small smile formed on Colton's lips, Of course we're still on. I'll meet you there around seven if that's okay with you. I have to help my mother with some errands, so I should be around that area. Can you drive me home though? My cars in the shop getting repaired." 

"Absolutely. So about this project, have you gotten the rough draft of the way you want it to look going. I wrote about the school last night for an about me page or something."  Sitting down, Taylor looked at the computer screen, noticing the first page had been completed. It was simply amazing, the graphics stuck out like no tomorrow. "That's gorgeous, Colton. I think we may have a chance at winning." 

Colton smiled, pushing a few buttons. I'm creating a different header for each page, it'll have the same look and feel, but it'll be something different. Do you think we should have a clubs page? I don't know if clubs stay around for long right now?" 

I thought about his question, "Maybe we could just include clubs that have been around for more than three months, we can change it as needed but I can get a list of the clubs and what they are about from the principal, he has a file with everything we need." 

Colton nodded, "That sounds like a good plan. Let me know when you have the documents, I'll put them up on the site. I think this'll be a good start, I'll get to work on finishing these graphics. You wanna go see the principal, I don't think the teacher would mind. Maybe we have the same idea as someone else?" 

Taylor agreed, "That sounds good. We might not be and we'll need those lists. I'll be back soon to check your progress. We are surely going to win, we're geniuses." 

Colton laughed, "Alright. See you later then." 

Taylor got up, asking for permission and then heading out of the class, he was so excited. He would absolutely love getting next years tuition paid for, seeing as it was his senior year and with the cost of prom, trips and everything else, he really thought his parents would love the ideas of not having to pay for the year. He rounded the corners of the school, hitting the principals office. 

"Hey Deanna, is Mr. Woodlock in?" He never really liked Deanna, she was older and kind of grumpy, but she was helpful, he could give her that. Clicking away at the computer, she nodded her head towards an open door. 

"See for yourself." 

Muttering a thank you, Taylor headed into the office, "Hey Mr. Woodlock, I was wondering if I could get a copy of all the clubs in the school. We're going to add it to the website we're creating if that's okay with you." 

Smiling at Taylor, Mr. Woodlock started clicking his computer, "Absolutely Mr. Koch, I'll print it off now. I think that's a splendid idea, it'll show the diversity of this fine school. How are your classes going? Not missing anymore gym I suspect?" 

Taylor had forgotten he was talked to about his gym absences last month, he just didn't feel like going at the time. "No sir, been there every day. I'm sorry for that, I didn't think you would remember me." He smiled as the principal handed him a few sheets of paper. "Thank you sir." 

"That's all the ones we currently have listed as read clubs, hope that helps. I'm excited to see what everyone comes up with for this little contest. I think it's a brilliant idea, it really gets people motivated, doesn't it?" 

Laughing and waving goodbye, Taylor walked out of the room. He headed back to class when his cellphone started beeping, indicating a text message. Sighing, he sat down on one of the benches, pulling his phone out. When he saw the name on the screen, he almost threw his phone at the wall adjacent from him. 

Scowling, he opened the message and read it out loud, anger seeping back into his veins. 

From David  
We need to talk. Can I see you tomorrow night? I was hoping you'd like to try that new chicken meal at the café. Text me back and let me know, I'll keep my schedule empty. 

He really was stupid. 

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