” He said back. I grabbed a tin, chucked it at him, and caught him straight in the upper lip. I think it hurt.“Are you kidding me?” He proclaime.... “I will enjoy this.”“Dip causes mouth cancer, duh.” I pointed out.I had now argued and attempted to make up with everyone so far, but the girls. And, I didn’t plan on it either. They don’t deserve to be in my house. I hate them. Why did my sister invite them?I sat there motionless, unsure of my damaged relationship with my best friend Lisa.. I had gym which I didn't have since freshman year. We got two new gym teachers. The class was split into two classes. I was in Mr. Healy's class. I thought he was really cute and I used to get nervous around him. One day I came into school with an injured knee. I needed to talk to him privately to explain that my doctor didn't want me to participate, risking worse injury. Mr. Healy brought me into his office which was inside the boys locker room. "Have a seat so we can talk for a moment." he. He was popular with his peers in the Senate, but the public ever really fell in love with him, so he was free to try to stay out of trouble. I knew I'd be in for non-stop, twenty-hour days, and nights, but that was Ok. Charles intended me to be a working member of his team. Not ceremonial, or insurance, but a full time employee.Charles ushered us out, and four Secret Service officers met me at the Oval Office door, saying, "This way, Mr. Vice President," which shook me up. That was the first. You both rush past the guy as he stares in shock and you realize that the scent of sex is heavy on the air as you leave the bathroom. You are blushing and you notice so is he as he leads you out of the restaurant and onto the street. Quickly, flags down a cab and you both take a rid back to your apartment complex, you still holding hand as you drive through the city. Throwing money at the driver, he motions for you to get out and he follows quickly. You glance at your cell, noting you barely.