So hello everyone : ) happy not so sunny Monday!

Hope you enjoy this chapter, its kind of interesting and gives a lot of background to the characters and a set up for the year. Oh man they even get last names this chapter!!

Whoo hoo! Ha ha still hyped on the easter candy.

Btw this chapter is a belated easter gift from the “easter bunny” (me) lol. Okay well here’s a re-fresher on the characters:

Max: Had the summer fling with "Summer" who was a complete fake and had a bf back home. Kind of the 'King' of the group. The USFD (their childhood club) head quarters are in his converted guesthouse.

Clayton: Super playboy but for unannounced reasons. :) Had a pregnant scare with a girl named Emily. Cool guy if you can get past his womanizing. Also Doug's Cousin.

Ryan: Musician. Dated Darcy for four years but she cheated on him and left him heart broken :( just recently chopped his hair off into a fauxhawk and got a eyebrow piercing by Maggie. Family: Mom, Dad, two twin brothers, a sister, live in maid and second mom Estelle, and Aunt Mitch.

Doug: the nice extremely shy guy that all of the boys like to tease, but is always kind of protected by Max. Had issues even looking at girls and seems to be everyone's favorite thus far.

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Ryan

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“FIGHT!” The crowd cheered.

“AHHHH!” I heard Clay mutter as we tumbled back into the grass. I was trying to wrestle him down but his extra ten pounds of muscle was making it difficult, so I started yanking his hair.

He grunted in pain.

“WHAT THE FUCK RYE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Clay said with a punch and a shove that sent me tumbling backwards.

I would have launched myself back at him, but my adrenaline and buzz were fading while reason was catching up with me. Not to mention the stringing pain near my eyeball from where Clay had hit.

Damn, it fell like it was about to fall out.

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?” Clay asked rubbing a bit of blood from his lip, apparently he had cut it mid-tackle.

I tried to catch my breath and my thoughts.

What had that been about?

“Clay are you okay?” Maggie said with a thrown face.

Her usually soft eyes were wide with shock and her chest was rising and falling quickly.

Maggie looked like a beautiful shaken mess.

Darcy had never even come close to looking that breath taking even when she had primped herself for hours.

Maggie’s beauty wasn’t something you could create.

Whoa.

Brakes dude.

You’ve known this girl for a week and you’re already acting like a love sick idiot.

Hell, you haven’t even known her for a week.

I looked at Maggie again and felt my breath catch and heart race.

Romeo only knew Juliet for three days.

Romeo died in the end.

He was in love.

He was an idiot.

“RYAN!” Clay demanded.

I snapped my head up and looked into not only the curious face of Clay, but Doug and Max who were now standing on his side. I could feel the impatient eyes of everyone in the audience just waiting for me to respond so they could have their piece of gossip.

I breathed.

What would I say, that seeing my sex-addict best friend talk up some strange girl who I had met only once when she pierced my eye made me so jealous I couldn’t control myself?

That she was I could think about last week?

Or that I think I could be in love?

“Ryan?” Doug called out to me; I had to make a decision.

“Sorry man, I thought you were about to break the oath. I didn’t want you to get kicked out of the USFD.” I lied trying to make the most believable case I could, while ignoring the fact I was convincing myself to.

I mean who really falls in love in high school?

High school’s for hook-up, not romance.

Plus I probably just feel this way because she was the first girl to show me attention after Darcy.

I internally sighed, that has to be the reason.

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Clay

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If Ryan didn’t answer me in three seconds I was about to Jackie Chan his punk rock ass.

There I was trying to figure out what happened earlier with Darcy, and out of no where he came and tackled me.

ME?

What did I do to him?

Well except the time I duct taped his testicles, but really that was freshman year and the hair did grow back.

“Sorry man, I thought you were about to break the oath. I didn’t want you to get kicked out of the USFD.” Ryan said hunched over his knees, on of his arms propped him up and the other was holding where his piercing was. I guess in the heat of the battle I accidentally hit it.

Serves the little shit for tackling me for no god damn reason.

Then his excuse hit my ears.

“What?” I asked.

Ryan inhaled, “I saw you talking to Margaret and it looked like you were about to make a mistake, so I had to stop you...”

“A MISTAKE?” Maggie said beside me cutting Ryan off, “A MISTAKE? What the hell?!” She said stepping up to him and pushing his shoulder.

Ryan looked like a poor deer in headlights, and with Maggie’s expression it looked like there might be a second fight tonight.

I weighed the options in my head, to help or not to help?

He did try to fight with you.

But he had good intentions.

I’d be hilarious to see him fight Maggie, and I’d be better to see him loose.

But he’s your best friend.

I sighed and took action quick, “Hey Mags it’s cool, he didn’t mean you’re a mistake. What he was trying to say oh so not eloquently is that, because of my rep with the ladies and the alcohol he knew was in my system, he thought I was trying to be classic me. Which…” I said turning to the crowd deciding now would be the opportune moment to announce our little vow, “would be against the rules now since we, Ryan, Doug, Max and I, have sworn off all women for our senior year. Sorry ladies.”

A clear and distinct “WHAT THE EFF?” was heard amongst the girl’s gasps and cries of horror.

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Doug

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“I got a text yesterday that a chick actually fainted.” Clay said as he took a bite off his grits. It was Monday morning, the weekend drama was well forgotten and forgiven, and all of the guys were gathered around my kitchen table having breakfast before heading off to our fourth first day of hell school.

Ops? Did I say hell school?

I meant high school, silly me.

Max who was eating a blueberry waffle, dropped his fork and poured more syrup onto his plate, “a chick did not faint because what we took an oath.”

“She probably had one to many diet cokes.” Ryan said scooping scrambled eggs into his mouth. Clay had long forgiven him for his stunt, but Ryan still seemed a little strange. I think I was the only one who noticed, but whenever the conversation wasn’t directed at him, he’d have this look on his face like he wasn’t really with us but off in Ryanland.

Max said it was probably nothing.

“I hear too much sugar makes you faint sometimes.” My mom said from the stove where she was cooking my grilled cheese. She was exceedingly naive and out of the group my mom was considered the ‘June Cleaver.’

She wore her blonde hair in a ponytail, had two pearls in each ear, and fresh place-in-bake cookies on the table everyday at four.

She never missed any of our soccer games and was still in deep love with my father.

Since my mom was ‘the most functional’ out of all of our moms she was the ‘official’ mom of the group, and that’s how the tradition of breakfast around our table every morning started.

My mom cooked like she had four boys instead of one and we acted like she was the only mom in the world. Some mornings I was excited to see them all across our table arguing and chatting like brothers, and some mornings I wanted to keep her and my home life to myself.

Call me selfish, I don’t care.

I’ll be the first to admit I’m a ‘momma’s boy.’

She gave me birth. How could I not love her?

“Yeah sugar.” Clay snickered, and Max kicked him under the table.

“I heard Holly wasn’t happy.” I said as my mom placed my sandwich in front of me, “thanks mom.” She welcomed me with a kiss on top of my head.

“When is she ever happy?”

“When kittens drown?”

“Children fall in wells?”

“National Disasters?” I added taking a bite into the deliciosity. Whoever invented grilled cheese should get a pat on the back.

Possibly two.

I took another bite, maybe three.

“Boys, that’s terrible. I thought I raised you better. Now I know she’s been bitten by the cranky bug but she’s not that dreadful. I mean she did help that Fitzpatrick girl…what was her name? Nina I think. Yes, Nina get into that music program in East Ville.”

We all dropped our utensils, and in my case my whole grilled cheese. I didn’t even register it hitting the floor.

“Huh?” I said in shock.

Didn’t she blackmail her into switching schools?

“Oh Doug, you sound challenged when you don’t completely finish your sentences, and honey, you dropped your grilled cheese on the floor. But yeah she used her father’s connections over at the Musical academy to let her in. It was quite nice of her to go out of her way like that…”

“So no chopped off hair, chick fights, or threats to end social reputations?”

“Nope just a lame story,” Clay said with a disappointed tone.

You have to admit, the gossip is more entertaining than reality.

“Listen to you boys. You sound like old women. Now I have to go upstairs and work on my new article for Southern Living.” My mom said smiling and kissing each of us on our foreheads, “Now I packed you all lunches and I hope you have a lovely first day as seniors…oh I can just remember sending you all off to preschool. Max you had chopped off all your hair with blunt scissors the day before, Clay you carried around that lime green bunny, Ryan wouldn’t let his thumb out of his mouth, and Dougie you still wasn’t potty trained…”

“MOOOM…” I groaned embarrassed.

She just smiled one of her million dollar smiles and clasped her together, “Oh goodness…my boys…” Then with that she wisped around and glided out of the kitchen.

Her sobs on the stairs ripped my heart out.

I wanted to chase after her but Ryan’s hand on my shoulder stopped me, “Dude she’s gotta work this out on her own. If you chase after her it’ll make it harder, trust me. I chased after my mom and she almost wouldn’t let me leave, and my mom only started loving me a few years ago. I can’t imagine what I’d be like since she’s loved you your whole life.”

I felt unsure about letting her go but Ryan’s words held logic and the other guys nodded so I agreed.

Clay brushed his blonde hair to the side, “So gentlemen, are you ready?”

No. It’s school.

“Yeah man. Let’s do the dishes then jet.” Max said as the last bit of blueberry disappeared into his mouth.

I stared down at my grilled cheese and frowned.

I couldn’t pick it up now.

It was way past the 23 second rule.

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Max

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“We are not taking the Volvo.” Ryan said from my left. We had finally washed all of the dishes and now moved onto choosing which car to take to school.

“We never take my car.” Doug said pouting.

“Yeah because it’s a granny car, now let’s take the truck.” Clay said spinning his keys.

“I’m not sitting in the fuckseat.”

“We’ll that pretty much rules out my whole car.” Clay said with a sly grin. We all shot him incredulous looks, “What? I get it cleaned every week.”

Mental note; never ride in Clay’s truck.

“Let’s just take the Jeep, if that’s cool Max?”

“No objections here. We can take off the top if you want I don’t think it’s going to rain.” I said as we walked towards my maroon Jeep Wranglers also known as my pride and joy.

“Dude we live in Florida, it’s called the sunshine state for a reason.”

“You can walk.” I said to Ryan jokingly.

“SHOTIE!” Doug said tossing his books into the front seat. Ryan and Clay immediately bitched about it, but eventually both climbed into the backseat because rules were rules and Doug did call it first.

“Now Clay this isn’t your car, try to contain yourself,” Doug said with a smile which earned him a slap on the head by Clay.

The rest of the five minute ride to school was spent throwing sexual comments about Clay and Ryan around the car, and by the time we had pulled onto Senior Drive Clay was about to kill us all.

“I DON’T LIKE THE DICK!” he exclaimed forgetting there were no windows to my jeep, but Clay didn’t care.

He was Clay after all.

West Ville high goes against everything you think of when you hear the words public institution. It doesn’t have the beaten down cheap paint, graffiti, low budget, or metal detectors. West Ville has palm trees and more contemporary architecture to reflect the ‘modern world.’ It was renovated a few years ago, and is practically a private school with a public name.

But here at East Ville High we do everything to fit into the mold.

As a ‘private institution’ have rolling green lawns with huge oak trees or a huge stone staircase leading into a stony four story school. The parking lot looks like car city and nothing short of ‘all natural’ food is served in the cafeteria. We are a stereotype of what it means to be rich and educated, and a part of each of us loves East High because of it.

The only difference between East Ville and other private schools are that we don’t have uniforms. If we did how would the girls show of the labels dad bought them in Paris?

“Home sweet home.” Ryan said sarcastically as he jumped out of my jeep.

“Yeah, I’ve really missed this place…”

“Okay whatever. Let’s go inside and get our schedules.” I said shifting a few books in my hand that I had for the day. Most of the books I would need for classes were in the trunk of my jeep but I’d get the guys to carry them in after school.

If they didn’t they could walk.

Just kidding.

“So what’s this? New trend? ” A girl said as she pushed herself off her cherry red mustang. Her thick platinum blond hair played lightly in the summer breeze and aside from the metal rolling around on her tongue, she hadn’t changed a bit since the day school let out.

Well maybe she had gotten tanner.

“Jackie,” I said giving her a hug followed by the rest of the group. I noticed the hug between her and Clay was a bit longer than everyone else’s but that was expected since they shared ‘history’.

Most people didn’t like the fact we liked Jackie so much, because of her reputation. But we didn’t care.

Jackie was probably the only girl in the whole school who we all equally respected, liked, and trusted. She was brutally honest, smuttier than Clay, and richer than most people can imagine. Jackie was the realest person in the school.

“So really what’s with the suit style you sexy men are sporting? Is this the new trend for the year and how come I didn’t get the memo?”

I shrugged and laughed.

It had been my idea to make life easy for all of us this year and suggest we all wear a simple USDF uniform of jeans or khakis, a tee shirt, sports coat/blazer and an optional loose tie.

Doug’s mom said it was very Calvin Klien.

We all called it classy convince.

“No memo needed. This,” I said referring to our man made uniform, “is so we don’t actually have to think about what we’re going to wear for the rest of the year. I got dressed in five minutes today, three of which was spent tying the tie.”

Jackie looked impressed while Doug groaned, “It took you three minutes? Mine took like twelve!” Doug then proceeded to curse at his teal tie in a way that would put a blush on even the roughest sailor’s cheeks.

Jackie shifted her weight to the side and smiled, “Well the ladies are certainly going to freak. Not that you don’t already have their g-strings and hankies in a bunch with that little announcement of yours…”

“Oh Jesus not the bet again…” I groaned. We had already only had it for a few weeks and it was becoming a real tack in my chair.

“Oh of course,” she said as she joined our ranks walking into school. I nodded to a few kids I hadn’t seen all summer as we walked in, “with faces and personalities like that and asses like yours, you didn’t expect anything less than livid estrogen-driven teenie boppers and riotous rumor-driven tittle-tattle, did you? Both Villes are up in arms. Especially the EV.”

“But really we’re just four guys…” Ryan said as we walked up the stairs.

“Speak for yourself. You are three guys,” Clay said as he rolled up the sleeves to his jacket, “I’m a hot sex in jeans. Of course women will be up in arms over me.”

“My bad, we are just three guys and an egoistical bone head whose humility is the size of his…”

“HEY NOW.” Clay said stopping us all, “No need to bring Fredrick into all of this. He’s been good these past weeks, and he doesn’t need you spreading inaccurate statements about his size. He’s a monster and you know it.”

Growing up together the size of our outer organs wasn’t something unbenounced to each other, so not wanting to be the one forced into contributing to any part of this innocent conversation turned awkward, my eyes darted to Jackie who was dying with laughter, “You still call it Fredrick?”

“Of cour…”

“Anywise, what I think Ryan was trying to say is that we’re just four guys. There are plenty of them in our school, so what’s the big deal about us?”

“True, but not as good-looking, loaded, and talented as you guys.” Jackie pursed her lips together in thought, “Look, not to toot your guy’s horns or make Clay’s egos any bigger than it already is, but now that we’re seniors you guys are the crème of the crop, the hottest of the hotties and the fact that you’re denying it makes my point truer.

“You’re all bad asses on the soccer field, and aren’t lacking in the mental department…well not to much anywise,” Jackie said with a smile at Clay. “Clay you know what you got so I won’t even go there, but Doug you’re the surfer boy with the total innocence package. Since you haven’t dated anyone at the school you have a mysterious air according to most girls. And the girls that do know you brag that you’re a total sweetheart, which makes you loved even more.”

I looked at Doug who was the color of Jackie’s mustang. I couldn’t help but smile a bit, who knew that his chic-phobia was making him mysterious to women.

“Ryan,” Jackie said with a smile, “dating Darcy made you like the apple in the garden of Eden. Most girls talked about wanting you because they couldn’t have you. But now that she’s gone, your rankings should’ve fallen but the new look gave you a new image to us women.”

She pulled out her phone and looked through her messages, “and I quote this, ‘oh me gee and like that hair cut with the piercing and him tackling Clay was so like heroic and sexy. And hearing him sing…well you can catch my drift. Smiley face. His bad-boy look is orgasmic and I’d nurse his wounded heart oath or no oath.’ End quote.”

We all busted out laughing.

Ryan, who was redder than Doug, mumbled something about ‘crazy-ass chicks.’

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Clay said between breaths, “a chick wrote that about Ryan?”

“Texts don’t lie,” she said holding up her phone as proof, “Ryan here is almost as desired as our Maxi-boy here. As of now, you are the number one item in the EV.”

I froze.

I mean, I knew that I was attractive, looking in the mirror everyday I’d be either blind or an idiot not to think so. And I knew I was decent enough to have Holly chasing after me, perfectly manicured claws outstretched. But I only thought maybe a handful of the right people thought I was good looking, not a school.

“Max don’t look like I just told you Tiger didn’t win the Masters, you’re nice to everyone in the entire school and have the whole boy-next-door-guy-you-bring-home-to-your-parents vibe, so you shouldn’t be surprised women want you.” Jackie said as we continued to walk up towards the school, “Plus half the female populations bets that since you’re such a leader in the school you’d be a dominating force in bed which is a turn on.”

Huh?

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Ryan

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I was still half in shock as we strolled into EV High.

I was orgasmic?

I thought that was only described for the best stuff in the world like chocolate, not guys, and certainly not guys like me.

Who would want to date a guy like me?

Certainly not Darcy, and after the look Maggie shot me at the party I’m sure she’d never want to date me either.

Ugh.

There she was again, Maggie, filling my thoughts every moment of my day with thoughts about her, her smile, her eyes or the fact that I could never love her.

I groaned, there was that word and those feelings again.

“Dude, I feel you. I don’t want to be here either.” Clay said as we turned down the familiar egg shell colored hallway towards the cafeteria to pick up our schedule. “But perk-up it’s only seven hours out of our day for one hundred and eighty more days.”

I laughed; of course Clay would be counting down the days until graduation on our first day.

We pushed open the large double doors the led us into a two story cafeteria that I had always thought looked more like a college student center rather than a high school cafeteria. Inside there were the four main areas run by the school; the subway station, the wraps area, a coffee house, and an all natural beverage bar which basically sold smoothies.

The long tables that were down stairs seated the nearly fifteen hundred freshmen and sophomores while the circular tables upstairs were upper classmen seating only.

The only way to sit at the top was by invitation, and to my knowledge over the past four years only one person who was an under classmen was invited to sit upstairs.

But Holly’s whoring is a whole story for a rainy day.

I looked across the room at the four long tables with boxes of manila envelopes sitting on top of them. On one side of the table was an administrator and on the other was a row of students.

Seated behind the far left table was the vice principal, Mrs. Elks, who I had seen around the school maybe three times total, and in front of her was a long line of short kids that looked out of place with their matchy-matchy outfits. By the looks in their faces and the clothes on their backs you could tell the poor kids just wanted to fit in, but by trying they looked really out of place.

In short, the freshmen were always extremely noticeable.

No pun intended.

The middle two tables had the sophomores and juniors who were getting their packets from Mrs. Ilea and Mr. Tats, the guidance councilors.

“Of course, Principal Tailor would be the one at our table.” Clay groaned, he and Principal Tailor had never gotten along ever since he caught Clay upstairs with one of the graduated seniors and Clay caught him talking to Mr. Tats about Clay’s family.

They apparently had to be dysfunctional since Clay was rich and promiscuous, which was far from the truth. Clay’s family was the second most functional family out of the group.

Needless to say after that screaming match, the two hadn’t been on the best of terms.

“Let’s get in line and get this over with, classes start in twenty.” Max said as we stood at the end of the line.

A few people came and chatted with us as we waited to get our schedules, but mostly they either wanted to talk about; our summers, the oath, or me tackling Clay at the football party.

All of which were things I didn’t necessarily feel like making small talk over, and by the time we had reached the front of the line I felt like half of the school had earhumped me.

“Hi Principal Tailor,” Max said diplomatically, “have a nice summer?”

Principal Tailor pulled the flab on his cheeks into a fake smile that he had probably given to thousands of parents, “It was short Mr. Morgan. How is your father?”

I looked to Max to see his reaction.

The only way I knew Principal Tailor had struck a nerve was the fact that Max shifted his weight to his left, which was what he had done ever since he was a child to show that he was unhappy with a situation.

It was a small move, but a powerful one.

Gathering his composure he let out a, “He is doing fine sir, thanks for asking.” Then before Tailor could get in another question, he grabbed the manila envelope out of his clutches.

“Tailor.” Clay spitted as he stepped up next.

“Mr. Cass.” Principal Tailor said, I could see a small bead of sweat forming beneath his new toupee.

“Nice toupee.” Clay scoffed snatching his envelope and walking off.

“NO trouble this year Mr. CASS!” Principal Tailor said now fuming. “Snotty little…”

“Principal Tailor.” I said cutting him off. He looked up at me and Doug. His yellowish cat eyes were full of fury and defeat.

“Mr. Welling, Mr. Rander, just take your packets and go.” He said with both of his arms holding our packets. Happy he didn’t want to make small talk I took the packet and booked it, we still had ten minutes before class.

“God, Clay knows just how to piss him off.” Doug said sifting through the ‘welcome back’ packet.

“Yeah,” I said still holding mine, I didn’t think it held anything vital in it except my schedule, “but you have to admit it looks liked a tiny matted-down bear skin rug nock-off.”

“True.”

“Hey guys.” Max called from the middle of the hallway, “Now let’s see what classes we have together.”

“We look like freshmen.” I said as we stood in a square holding our papers out, Jackie had left us a long time ago to talk to some of the football players.

“Who cares?” Max said as he called out first period, “Physics.”

“Yup.”

“Yup.”

I looked down, period one: Physics honors, “yup.”

“Sweet.” Max said with a smile, “Second period english.”

“Yup.” Said Doug.

“No, I have team sports.” Clay said with a roll of his eyes. He hadn’t been smart like us and taken a P.E. sophomore year.

“Uh, I have calculus.”

Physics and then calculus in the mornings?

That fucking sucks.

“Ouch,” Max said sympathizing with me, “I have calc third period.”

“Government.” Doug said with a half smile.

“Same.”

“I have uh…” I said looking down at my sheet, “government too.”

“Fourth, I have government.”

“Study Hall.” Said Doug a little worried that no one was in his class.

“English.”

“Me to.” I said thankful Clay and I had english together, I hated that class.

“Fifth, I have lunch.”

“Me to.”

“Me three.”

“Same.”

It was good that we all had lunch together because at EV they have fifth and sixth period lunches and an hour of lunch alone would have ruined the year.

“Sixth I have an art class.”
“Cinema.”

“Calculus.” Groaned Clay, “How in the world did I get in calc? Are they dumb? I barely passed trig!”

“I got into Marine Biology.”

“Seventh, study hall.” He said with a grin which basically was a free pass to do whatever he wanted for the rest of the day. Lucky.

“I have calc.”

I looked up at Clay grinning at his dumbstruck expression. I knew what was going through his head and it wasn’t two second later that those thoughts were relayed out loud, “Calculus and then DRAMA?! HOW DID I GET IN FUCKING DRAMA?!”

By this time every single person in the hall was now staring at our cluster.

I was doubled over in tears with laughter and proud of my work.

Last year around the time we were signing up for classes as an April fools joke, a week late, Clay gave me a bottle of his cologne to wear.

When I sprayed the bottle all over me several times I noticed it smelt a lot like asparagus.

Clay had filled the bottle with his ‘special scent.’

Thus the prank war began and thus came my revenge, it took a few months to reveal itself but it was well worth it.

I took his schedule request sheet and unchecked computers and rechecked Drama.

Don’t you think he would look nice on stage?

“DRAMA!!!” Clay was still screaming at the sheet then it hit him, “YOU!!”

Expecting him to beat me to a pulp I braced myself, but instead of a brawl in the hall I heard laughter.

Clay was laughing, hard.

This was not a good sign.

“You’re not mad?”

He shook his head and gasped, “Look at your sheet.”

I frowned and looked down.

In small letters underneath 7th period was the word: Drama.

“FUCKING DRAMA?!”

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So what did you think? funny stuff eh? Apparently Clay and Ryan had the same idea for revenge. Sorry that there wasn’t a huge brawl between the two of them, but when I went over it in my head I was like crap…drama to early. So yes. But I think this might have worked better? Let me know what you think.

Okay so thank you thank you thank you. To everyone who reviewed : ) kudos and cookies to you!

SuperSecretMusicMission: you get the massive kudos-cookie combo since you were pretty on spot about Ryan’s motive : ) you’re a true Sherlock Holmes! And thanks for not throwing cherry pies at me because I don’t really like anything cherry flavored so I’d be doubly displeasing. But I do like pecan pie, which isn’t as soft and mushy so I’d kind of hurt, but I guess if I had to have a pie thrown at me at least I’d be pecan-delicious. (did I mention I was hyped on Easter candy?)

RokitToMars: totally doesn’t need spaces. You know there was a whole time period that people didn’t use spaces. Itkindoflookedlikethiswhenyoureadstuffbutyouprobablyknewthatcauseyou’reasmartperson. : )

Renana: 3Oh3! Is THE best band I’ve heard in a while and I got all my friends hooked. But yeah that “if your boyfriends got beef…” line is most certainly a top ten best quote in a song ever. Actually it’s my number one. : ) I threw in the whole bit about Holly actually helping the girl to make it sound a bit more realistic, did it help? Let me know honestly : )

ishani : Thanks for the review : )

rebellionVII: thanks for joining the SR bandwagon your “sounds like a helium-addicted **-squirrel on crack :P” comment had me laughing, and I think that Ryan is my favorite to. I guess if you’re super nice I’ll share : )

KimStories2: WHOOOOO!! Isn’t Juno amazing. The writer totally inspires me. I watch it for dialog whenever I’m having a case of writers block But yes…Darcy… :/ there will unfortuantly be more Darcy.

Sera Keinnyn: thanks for pointing that out. My mom was totally on my computer and she noticed it to and in my inner dialog I was like, “uh sera totally reviewed that…you need to fix it’s pretty bad…” so I will fix it once I get this up and posted : )

Okay so a whole new round of questions:

1. What did you think about the not fight and Ryan’s excuse? Did you see it coming?

2. The boys breakfast; did you like the choices? (grits, blueberry waffles, grilled cheese, and scrambled eggs)

3. East Ville as a high school? Could you imagine it? (cause I had a hard time trying to put it in words)

4. Jackie! What do you think about her? Cause in Shakespeare’s work Jackie’s actually a character (but I invented Holly)

5. thoughts about the whole schedule situation:

well that’s it : ) PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! I’ll update quicker if I have more reviews : ) the goal to beat is SEVEN!!

Love always : )