Prologue:

One Way Ticket To Fame! … Or shame.

“Virginity is such a personal thing. You can't judge anyone on it. A lot of young women feel they want to save themselves for the man who they think they'll love forever.”

… But who ever said no man would do the same?

And it all started with a pointless question directed bluntly at anyone who even bothered listening to the hideously balding P.E teacher during –yet another- dull sexual education talk:

“Now, kids, I want you to be perfectly honest with me.” He started, his voice quivering a little every once in a while, enhancing the cowardly appearance he took on. “Those who have had experience in sex,” He paused for a while, wincing at that word like it was the foulest word ever. A few students snorted loudly. “Please, raise up your hand.”

Jayden Samuel Brock sat at the last row in the hall, dozing off comfortably on his chair, while almost the entire population of Channelly High had their hands waving proudly in the air.

“Wake up, asshole.” Chad Orlando Christopher Kendel, his best friend, hissed lowly, smacking Jayden by the head. Jayden groaned dismissively, swatting Chad’s arm off like it was nothing more than an annoying fly. “The whole world is looking at you, God damn it. Wake up!”

To his utmost dismay, Jayden’s wonderful reply for him was a thunderously loud snore.

The school hall erupted into laughter.

Apparently, the school’s hottest, coolest, resident bad boy has fallen asleep during sex education… Again.

Or at least, that’s what Channelly High thought.

As the lesson went on, Jayden peeked cautiously, his right eye opened just a little, but enough to see what was going on around him. He sighed in enormous relief when he realized that no one was looking at him anymore…

No one else, except for a very familiar looking red-headed girl, who was staring at him with mild interest from across the hall, one of her eyebrows quirked up in suspicion.

“Shit.” Jayden cussed under his breath, before realizing that he wasn’t supposed to cuss.

Not when he’s asleep, anyway.

“Oh, and you’re awake now?” Chad commented sardonically, his eyes never leaving the leopard-patterned condom the teacher was showing the students. “Damn, those are hot.”

And the condoms weren’t the only hot thing in the room, too.

Jayden wiped away a small bead of sweat that trickled from his forehead but regained his cool composure quickly, his eyes burning a hole on the red head’s petite figure, who was currently whispering somewhat animatedly to Alex, one of Jayden’s basketball teammate.

His heart started thumping faster, wondering what on earth she could be telling Alex about, praying God damn hard that it had nothing to do with him.

Because the moment that girl gazed piercingly into his blue eyes, Jayden knew.

Jayden knew that she knew.

At that very moment, Jennifer turned to look at Jayden once more, this time with a heavily punctuated smirk on her oval-shaped face, before turning back to face the P.E teacher. Jayden frowned, wrecking his brain as he struggled to recall where he had met her before this.

And when he finally figured out who that girl was, he felt his heart dropping all the way to his stomach, through the large and small intestines, all the way down to the ground with a very loud plunk.

Plunk. Plunk. Plunk.

Those big, round eyes hidden behind rectangular, thick-framed glasses; That small nose; Those slightly pursed lips that often resemble a sneer; That ever-present notebook in her tiny hands…

Jennifer Avery Reynolds, head editor of the school’s… Tabloid magazine.

Her mission in life: To embarrass every single member of the elite group in Channelly High with scandalous news.

Or even better, news that would be able to make a person drop from a sought-after hero, to a…

Less than zero, zero.

Jayden leaned his back against the chair and slumped a little down his seat, feeling jittery all of a sudden.

Bloody hell, he thought grimly to himself, shaking his head slowly, disbelievingly. Bloody hell, I am so bloody dead.

Jayden used to be one of those irritatingly gorgeous guys who’d stroll down the hallway with his crowd, looking God damn hot, and smiling warmly at every single one of them. The girls, that is.

Okay, fine. Smiling flirtatiously at them. Same thing.

Because if he doesn’t smile at them, they’d start a new topic about how he’s the most arrogant asshole on earth (Which he’s certain he isn’t, by the way.); How he thinks he’s the most gorgeous living, breathing male on this planet; And then, how much they wish Jayden would smile at them.

Oh, the burden. The pressure. The stress.

But today, Jayden wasn’t in the mood to smile, to wink, even worse, to flirt.

No. Instead, he walked pass the student population alone without so much as a glance, only scanning through the messy hallways anxiously every once in a while to see if anyone was looking at him awkwardly, or whispering to each other while gesturing towards him.

When they weren’t, Jayden let out a long breath he never knew he was holding, and continued walking, slower this time, as relief washed all over him.

But that was before he walked promptly into Jennifer Reynolds.

“Jaydikins…” She called, her lips trembling, her eyes moist. He froze at his step, momentarily too shock for words. What the hell did she just call him? “Jaydikins… Please, take me back…”

In a panicked motion, Jayden looked to his left, then to his right, hoping that no one else was paying attention to this.

No one was.

Satisfied, he turned his attention back to Jennifer, glaring.

“What the hell are you trying to do?” He hissed dangerously at her.

For a moment there he thought he caught a glint of wickedness flickering across her eyes, but it left just as quickly as it came, causing him to wonder briefly if he’d just imagined it.

And the next thing he knew, she was on the floor on both knees, pulling pathetically at his legs.

A few students looked towards their direction curiously.

“I… Don’t know her.” Jayden explained with an awkward laugh, before turning back to Jennifer. “Stop pulling me, you attention-seeking whore!”

She stared incredulously at him for a split second, before erupting into bawls of tears, howling so loudly that every, single student was staring at their way. Oh, and the nosey janitor, too.

Sometimes Jayden just abhor the wonderfully high reputation he somehow found himself landing on in Channelly High.

The higher you climb, the harder you fall.

And God, Jayden was falling. He was falling fast.

He muttered profanities while trying to drown her insanely loud sobbing by muffling her mouth with his hands, smiling constipatedly at every person around…

“WHAT THE HELL, WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU?”

…Only to jerk away a second later, cursing even more.

Jennifer left marks on his wrist with her teeth.

“Jaydikins, how could you!” She screeched, pulling roughly at his jeans once more. “You said you loved me! You said you cared for me! You said you’d fly all the way to the moon, for me! You said… You said….” She trailed off, crying louder and louder. Jayden raised a quizzical eyebrow at her.

Then, she screeched, her insanely high pitched tone echoing around the entire school, and probably, damaging quite a few ear drums.

You know, like Jayden’s.

“YOU SAID YOU’D BE THE FATHER OF OUR BABY!” She shrieked, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks like a flowing river.

At that moment, the school bell rang for the next class, but it seemed that for once, nobody was rushing to get to their classes.

Everyone was looking their way, edging closer, and closer to the pair of them, whispering to each other in hushed tones.

Oh, yeah. The spotlight was on them, alright.

And for once, Jayden found himself dying to get rid of the damned spotlight.

Where the hell is Chad when he needed him to punch some scumbag up together?

Jayden smiled uncharacteristically at Jennifer, forcing himself to breathe.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know you. You must have gotten the wrong guy.” He said easily, still smiling at her. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a class to go to. Good riddance.”

He started walking away, before being pulled roughly by the legs again.

“BUT I LOVE YOU, JAYDIKINS! DON’T LEAVE ME! DON’T LEAVE OUR BABY!” She howled, causing the crowd to gasp in shock, as though watching a damned soap opera. Jennifer took this as a sign to continue her made up story. “I GAVE YOU MY VIRGINITY, AND THIS IS WHAT YOU DO TO ME WHEN I TELL YOU THAT I’M PREGNANT?”

Almost instantly, Jayden snapped his attention to Jennifer with a growl.

Now that’s a little too far.

“You did not.” He stated calmly, still gazing burningly at her, feeling slightly humiliated by the whole bizarre scene that was unfolding before him.

Okay, not slightly humiliated. Completely embarrassed, more like.

“I DID TOO!” She shrieked in return, tossing her long, wavy red hair behind her.

“Did not.”

“DID TOO!”

“DID NOT.”

“DID TOO!”

Jayden clenched my fist angrily.

“DID NOT!”

“DID TOO!”

“DID NOT!”

“DID TOO!”

“I’M STILL A FREAKING VIRGIN, DAMN IT!” He cried out desperately, and the entire hallway changed dramatically from loud whispers to complete silence. Pin-drop silence.

Fuck, he cussed inwardly.

What did he just say?

Before he could dig himself a hole and crawl into it, Jennifer stood up from her position, brushing imaginary dust off her knee-length skirt with a tilted smile on her face as she leaned in a little. Just a little.

So that she could murmur those words into his ears.

“Gotcha’, stupid.” She muttered cheekily, then left, giving every one a high-five while at it.

Jayden threw an angry glare at everyone who was still talking about this incident, then stomped off towards the opposite direction, feeling extremely brilliant at that particular moment.

“Yo, Jaydikins!” Someone mimicked in a horribly disgusting falsetto tone, causing the dispersed crowd to burst into loud, but cautious laughter. He turned his head towards the source of the sound. “Yo, I think English AP is at the other direction?”

He tossed an incredulous look at him, then looked at where he was heading.

Oh. The school entrance.

The remaining students in the hallways burst into a louder cackle, causing him to turn an angry shade of crimson.

There you go. The perfect example from a damned hero, to a freaking zero.

“Shut the fuck up, ass wipe.” Jayden muttered irately to that guy as he turned around and walked towards the classroom. Swinging the classroom door open harshly, he glared at that fat arse with vengeance. “Or I’ll shove your puny little testicles into your mouth, personally.”

And he pushed the door shut.

And found the entire class staring at him with mirthful eyes.

Oh, brother.

a/n: There you go. The reedited version of You've Got Me! (runs around in little circles excitedly, singing loudly to Spongebob's theme song) It's probably not as funny as the last, but I'll try my best. :) Oh, there are going to be quite a number of MAJOR changes in this story. You'll see, you'll see.

So.. Watcha think? Tell me, okay?

Character pictures should be up soon, by the way. I found almost all of the pictures, I think. -grins smugly-

Sneak preview:

“As much as I respect privacy among students, Ms. Reynolds,” Mrs. Lucinda started slowly, eyeing the both of them in wary. “Why on earth are you having Mr. Brock in a headlock?”

“You don’t understand, Mrs. Lucinda.” Jennifer stated calmly, releasing Jayden from her harsh grip. “It’s a friendship ritual thing. We’re really good friends, actually. In fact, we’re like two peas in the pod.” She turned her head and gave Jayden a meaningful glare. “Aren’t we, Jaydikins?”

“Mm-hmm.” He agreed, cracking his knuckles menacingly. “One will live and the other will rot.”

Jennifer kneed Jayden in the crotch, who immediately bent down and covered his poor reproductive organ with his bare hands, whining.

“Oh, how I love her so.”

much love (as always,)