I just noticed that Ted and Alex's last names don't match their races. Well, how was I supposed to know? I'm Jamaican! xD So, yeah. So, I figure, after this chappie I'll flash-foward at least a month or two, the first few weeks of school all always the most boring.

So, yeah. I already have a sequal in mind even though I have barely even started this story. I'ma freak. lol

"Ted...Ted..." What is this hideous thing bothering me...? "Ted. Ted! Teeeeddyyy! T! E! D! D! Y! This is what made the wicked witch die!"

-SPLASHHH!!-

"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

"Oh! Teddy! You're up! What a coincidence, I just poured water all over your bed!" Argh, are you serious?

"...Mom, you really suck."

"Only on special occasions!"

"...Ew."

"Hee hee. Get up, you loser!"

What a wonderful way to start the day. With a bed full of freezing water and a peice of information I really didn't need. Ahh, the good life. I had an interesting dream last night. Me and Mark were at the party, by the pool, and I really did kiss him. He kicked my arse. Not pleasant.

"Ted Micheal Vasquez!!-that's a strange mixture of names- YOU GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED AND GO TO SCHOOL NOW!!" ACK, LISTEN HERE YOU CRAZY LADY!!

"Dad! Silence your woman!" I groan and roll out of bed.

"Like he can make me do any--MMPH!!"

Great. Now they're making out. Funny how both the rents are "hot" and I've never even been kissed. Shame, isn't it? Shame. Mark's told me mom was hot many times, each time getting beaten by me after. I will not go into to details of what he said about her body. It was pretty greusome. I had to admit she was pretty and had gorgeous hazel eyes, which I inherited, but Mark took it waaayyy too far. My dad heard and kicked him out and has only began to like him again some odd months ago.

Alex has named various people that my father is hotter than. Including LL Cool J, Travis McCoy, Chris Brown, Brad Pitt, Cloud Stife, Riku, Zack Fair, and various other people who I'm not (and shouldn't be) able to remember. Really. She named all those people and...er...fictional characters. My dad has long black hair and deep black eyes eyes. You know, the whole "brooding" look. Which actually kinda suits him, I Guess. Looks a lot like Vincent Valentine(minus the red eyes). Tall guy, muscles like mad. Everyone keeps saying I got my mother's hour-glass figure, instead of my dad's beefy one. And it wasn't meant as a compliment.

"Boy if you are not down here in T minus 7 seconds I will slap the mexican out of you!"

"Tonya, Cuba is not a part of Mexico," my dad says, calmly.

"...Anyway, get down here muttling!" She likes to call me mutt, seeing as I'm mixed. Good Lord, I have a dork for a mom. You have to love her her though. My mom's white (Mark tries to use that as a racial comeback, he always fails) and my dad is, you guessed it, Cuban. I don't know a lick of spanish but he speaks it fluently. My mom, having been with him for...a long time, knows quite a bit as well. Okay, okay. Enough thinking. Getting up, getting dressed.

((One Shower And Various Other Cleansing Things Later))

I love the feeling you get after you brush your teeth. It's so...clean and fresh. Like you've been set up and are ready for the world. It's almost poetic! Kay, cloths...Jean...red dragon Tee...black Nikes Mark gave me last year...black jacket I stole from his closet...backpack.. Okay. Ready for school.

Wait, who's ever really ready for school? Anyways, now I just wait until--

-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!!-

--Mark gets here. I run down the stairs, hiking up my bag, and grab an apple and some toast. My mom, standing behind the counter, puts down her dishes, and comes over to kiss my hair.

"Bye Ted. Have a nice day!"

"Don't tell me what to do," I grin. Dad rolls his eyes. "Father," I say to him, puffing out my chest and banging on it.

"Ohhhh," mom says in her Crocidile hunter voice, "the alpha males feels threatened by this challenge from his kin. Watch as he rears way back onto his haunches and attacks the young male..." Me and mom look at each other at both start laughing. Dad smiles and shakes his head. Hey, he made the decision to marry a crazy woman and have her crazy kid. His fault, not ours.

-HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!!-

"Argh, geez Mark, HOLD ON!!" I scream out the door. Stupid impatient prat.

But I LOOOOOOVE HIM!!...Haha, I had to.

"Go to school, Ted," Dad says still smiling. He shoos me away with his hand.

"Alright. Bye dad! Bye loser!"

"Hey!" Mom tries to hit me but I'm already out the door.

"What took you so long?" Mark says as I slide into the passenger seat of his Jeep. "Finishing touches on your eyeliner?" He smirks at me. I glare back.

"Shut up, Rico Suave." He flushes. Haha, got him there. In the 10th grade he refused to be called anything but that. It was really retarded and he tries to forget. Pft, yeah right. Like I'd let him get away with THAT. Pft, ridiculous. "And I don't wear eyeliner," I add as a second thought.

"Yeah, yeah." We both laugh as Mark starts to drive.

We're in our school's main gym, waiting to get our schedule. They handed them out according to grade. The fishes first, then the sophmores and so on. Me, Mark, and Alex were in the bleachers waiting and discussing last years teachers and which we hoped to get this year.

"Yeah! I heard Ms. Scott got fired last year for getting into a fight with a student!!" Alex grins gleefully, tapping her fingers together, "The plan was a success. Mmmmua ha ha ha!"

"Haha, calm down Alex," Mark chuckles and shakes his head adorably. Sighhhh, everything he does is adorable. "What'd she ever to do you?"

"Well she was an evil bipolar bitch for one!" Alex pouts. She had a point there. Ms. Scott had issues.

"At least she was better than Ms. Aaron," I point out. Yeah, that's a lie.

"Yeah, that's a lie," Mark says, laughing. Adorably. Did I mention that everything he does is adorable?? Sighhh.

"Whatevers, the evil witch is gone now, so GOOD JOB EVERYONE!!" She grins, sticking her tongue out the side of her mouth. She does that a lot. It's her thing.

"You're a freak," Mark gives her an amused look. I'm not going to mention how adorable he is anymore, don't worry. "So, any new teachers this year?"

"Yeah," I look at the ground, I haven't looked him in the eye all morning, "a woman, Ms. Carr, and a man, Mr. Young. Grah, Ashley has been gushing about him all summer to my mother." Ashley, otherwise known as Ms. Gilmore, has been a friend of the family since 9th grade when she was my homeroom teacher. Her and my mum are best freinds now.

Losers, but you gotta love 'em.

"Haha, sorry kid, must've been hard surrounded by gushing insane women," Mark gives me a sympathetic look and pats myhead. Adorableeeeeeeeee.

"Yeah, it really sucks. Especially when they keep trying to ask ME if he's cute." I scowl. I mean, really! My mom and teacher! Asking ME about GUYS!! AND MOM IS MARRIED!!

"I really don't see why you're mom is worried," Alex says, "she owns the hottest guy around."

"Can we NOT talk about how hot my parents are?" Sigh. "Again." Mark and Alex both laugh.

"Face it, my dear, you're parents are seksay, with extra seks," Alex snorts at her own joke.

"Okay, ew Alex. Just ew," I grimace. "Anyway, how're YOUR parents doing? Haven't heard from 'em in...like...a few days..."

"They're still little stupid, over-bearing, tyrants. But they're still alive," Alex grins.

"Hm, Mark?"

"They're doing the same as a few days ago," Mark says, giving me a black stare. Okay, I get it, dumb question, gosh.

"Oh..." I don't know why I'm getting all sad, he just had a moment of mean-iosity. Nothing to get all depressed over, sheesh. I can feel Mark's eyes on me. Sigh, whatever.

"Oh noes!" Alex looks between, obviously noticing the tension. "Racial confliction!" She says, pointing at us. We both grin a little bit uneasily.

"Haha, Alex. Haha," Marks says, sarcastically, smiling. I smile at the two of them. Suddenly everyone sitting down starts to get up. Ah, the principal, Dr. Walker, is motioning for the seniors to come get their schedules.

"Hey, you guys," apparently, they hadn't noticed, "We have to get our schedules."

"Huh? Oh! Yippee!! Can't wait! We all have at least one class together, right? Spanish 2??"

"Yeah," I grin at Alex and she grins back while Mark just scowls.

"Why don't you both go eat a taco," he grumbles.

"Hey, man! You being in Spanish with us guarrentees you an easy grade!" Alex smacks Mark upside the head, "so stop complaing!"

So we wait in our respective lines. They ordered in alphabetically by last names. Vasquez, Sky, and Ortiz. I wait for about 5 minutes and finally get my schedule.

(1st period: World History-Ms.Carr)

(2nd period: Band- Mr.Sanders)

(3rd period: Geometry T4-Ms. Rosaya)

(4th period: Spanish 2)

(5th period/Homeroom: Creative Writing-Mr. Young)(B Lunch)

(6th period: Art 2)

(7th period: Free Period)

Huh, I got both new teachers. Interesting. My schedule looks...stupid to me. I dunno. It's weird. I already have most of my credits. I have all my english and science credits and almost all my math. I just had to pick random electives like Creative Writing, Art, etc. and I still have one period left over. Sigh, another year of working in the Library for me. Alex is walking towards me now, grabbing Mark by the wrist and waving their schedules in the air.

"Fourth period, Spanish!" She yells and hugs me.

"Yeah," I grin, "Does that make you happy in los pantelones?" We both laugh. I grab their schedules and compare. "Okay, Mark we have 1st, 3rd, and 4th (obviously) period together." I smile. Awesmome. "Alex, we have Homeroom, 6th, and 4th (again, obviously) together. And we all have B lunch. Amamzing!"

This year is gonna rock! We have so many cool classes together!!" I look at Mark's schedule. He has Athletics last period, so I might be able to go visit during my free period. AWesome.

"Haha, sweet!" Mark laughs and uses my shoulder as an armrest. Damn tall people. "So. How're we gonna make this year memoriable?"

I smile. I just KNOW this year is gonna be something to remember.

OMG! My song is on! Mami el negro esta rabioso el quiere tu azucar y tu no se lo das!!

Haha, I don't know ANY spanish but I THINK that's what it says, I would google it, but I too lazy and my computers too slow. lol

Aw, mayn! Songs over!

New song!

Sexy can I? Just pardon my manners! Girl how you shake it got a playa like OHH!!

lol REVIEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!