User blog:BlissfullyRainingForever/Back To School - User Chat Story

Welcome all. In case you didn't know, this is Liza along with Jen and Summer. You can head to our profile to find links to who we really are and how big of dorks we are, or you can just chill and read and learn form our writing that we are major dorks... Whichever you prefer.

Any way, very simply this is a back to school story. This dress code is whatever as long as you don't dress like you are going to have sex in the bathroom... Oh... there's a dress code...? Nah, I don't care, honestly.

So, just leave a comment below to join and tell us what Social Group you'd like to be in and we'll gladly get you there. Also, if you feel like a new Social Group should be made so it better fits you, just tell us and we'll likely comply... likely.

So.... that's about it! Stay active and stay tuned for... BACK TO SCHOOL!

Students
'''NO MORE GEEKS/NERDS BEING ACCEPTED! There is a sudden overflow of people wanting to join this particular section. If, however, you want to still be smart and advanced in your grades or something, than you can also sign for "Teacher's Pet". This just means you're highly favored by school faculty and such, but if not, you can always go for the other groups. And Summer is totally not writing this, b-tee dubs.'''

Geeks/Nerds 1 (Shyer types)

 * Liza - Age 15


 * Jen - Age 13


 * Summer - Age 14

Geeks/Nerds 2 (Outgoing types)

 * Colin - Age 17


 * Nathaniel - Age 16


 * Erlend - Age 16


 * Annie - Age 16


 * Dana - Age 13

Jocks

 * Oli - Age 15


 * Justin - Age 16


 * Blake - Age 14

Preps

 * Marina -


 * Rebekah - Age 13

Populars

 * Wesley - Age 18

Student Council
L Kate - 13


 * Emilia - 14


 * Cas - Age... idk :3

Outsiders

 * Eli - Age 14


 * Bee - Age 14


 * Connor - Age 14

Teacher's Pets

 * Sam - Age 15

Okay, made by Summer, here's the schedueles for everybody. Everyone's sixth period is gym. No, it doesn't mean just that amount of people listed are in that class, just the main characters (Aka, all 21 of you <3) The rest of the students in the classes are normal high school students that none of us know. If I made a mistake, let me know on my Actual Account's Talk of any errors. Thank you <3

Let The Party Start - Liza's POV
I sit on the bus. My sister, Summer sits next to me while my other sister, Jen, sits right in front of me. Jen is turned around in her seat and is staring at me with intense eyes as I stab the scissors throw the piece of paper several times.

"Honestly Liza, calm down, it's just a piece of paper. If you want, the guy is sitting in the back," Summer says calmly but her eyes flicker from my face to the scissors ever so often.

"It's his fault," I mutter as the scissors finally leave several giant holes in the mangled paper. I tear it out of the notebook and hand Summer the notebook, the scissor sticking out of it, handle up. She stares at it for a moment as I push out of the seat, throwing the paper into the garbage can before grabbing the scissors out of the notebook and storming to the back of the bus.

My black "Wibbly-Wobbly, Timey-Wimey... Stuff" forms well to me as I storm to the back. Rebekah, one of the nicer of the preps, grabs my arm and tries to hold me back. "Dammit, Summer!" she shouts. Summer grabs ahold of me and pulls me back to the seat, earning several confused looks from people who have no clue what on Earth is going on.

"Okay, when I said he was back there, that did not give you permission to try to stab the crap out of him with Mjollnir." She shakes her head at me before grabbing something out of her bag. "Here, you didn't eat today. Hand me Mjollnir and I'll give you a granola bar that mom packed this morning."

"Only those who are trustworthy can hold Mjollnir!" I argue. She grabs Mjollnir and yanks the scissors out of my hand. She replaces him with a granola bar, which I eat even though I don't want to.

Eli, who calls himself the leader of the outcasts, looks at me weirdly. He then turns around and starts talking to Bee and Connor, fellow outcasts of his. I shake my head before grabbing Mjollnir back from Summer. Jen looks at me, wanting to say something but having no idea what to say.

I look back at my notebook, written with several other things that we wrote to each other. I clench my fist and look around for Justin. I spot him and wave my hand. He walks over and looks at me. "Hey, do you have a lighter?" I ask.

"No, sorry." He shrugs and goes back to talk to his jock friend, Oli. I sigh as the bus comes to a stop at the high school. I grab my bag and make it my job to the first person off the bus, the long, dark skirt I was wearing twirling with every step I take.

This is going to be one interesting year.

Math Problems - Jen's POV
The walkway to the bus is crammed, people shoving each other, pushing until they could actually had room outside. I sit, kicking my combat boots at the ground, reading the latest Doctor Who novel. As the line dwindles down, I grab my backpack and quickly head out, before the bus driver yells me out. Liza is far ahead of me, I see as I walk out. Summer is following behind. I sprint over, as the first bell rings.

"Damn, damn, damn.." I say, scrambling to find my schedule. When I finally find it crumpled it in the bottom of my backpack, I press the paper to try to make out what my first period is, squinting, I see in tiny writing, math. I groan.

I enjoyed math, yes, but it's not enjoyable when you have people two or three years older than you in your class. Sometimes I hated to be in my class.

As I arrive at the door the second bell rings. The halls are practically dead with only a few kids wandering around. I turn on my heel, and walk in the direction of the office, trying to not act as pissed as I feel.

The woman who works there hands me a tardy slip to fill out. I pull the pen out of the side of my backpack and quickly write the date, time and first period. I walk out the door, slamming the door behind me. The woman seems like she's about to choke me half to death, slamming that door in the middle of her talking to some concerned parent.

Math, Room 301. 3rd floor. I climb the stairs, groaning. When I reach the 3rd floor, Room 301 is right in front of me. I sprint to the door, pulling the handle and walking in. As I walk in, the teacher, who still has the marker in his hand, is stone cold looking at me, along with the rest of the class. Liza saved me a seat in the back, on the very end.

He holds out his hand, waiting for me to place the slip in his hands. I slam it into his palm and walk to the back of the room. His lesson resumes for a mere ten minutes before he concludes it.

"This person must be a jerk," I whisper to Liza. "Who gives a fudging lesson on the first day of school?"

Eli, sitting in front of me, bursts into the conversation.

"I know right?" He exclaims, before smiling and resuming to listening to the teacher. I roll my eyes.

I pull out a notebook while he writes down equations, most of which I wasn't here to learn.

As I finish writing the first question, he calls me out, pulling his jacket. "You should put the answer on the board." I stare at my paper, and look back up at him.

"Excuse me?" I say as I'm getting out of my seat.

He hands me the marker, as he stares at me, thinking that somehow, I can manifest an answer.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't here for most of the lesson..." I murmer. Snickers from some the jocks and preps arise.

"So you're blaming me for your inability to arrive on time and inability to learn?"

I purse my lips as I keep my eyes on the equation and not him.

"I am speaking to you, Miss.." I can tell he's looking for the tardy slip. "Jennifer."

I roll my eyes as I say. "It's Jen. And how am I supposed to respond I am clearly not capable."

Pressing the marker to the tray, I circle the answer. "There's the answer you damn jerk."

Embarassment for Three, Anyone? - Summer's POV
The bell rings and I throw a fistpump in the air. "Finally, I'm out of this living hell." I mumble, and someone behind me laughs.

Turning my head, I notice Bee, a small grin on her face. "Tell me about it."

"That teacher couldn't be more monotone." I say, shoving my binder into my backpack. So weird, right? It's a tie-dye bag that I made in third grade. Ew.

"What class do you have next?" She asks, and I take a small glance at my scheduele before putting it in the pocket of my skinny jeans.

"Drama. How about you?" I reply, beginning to walk out of the door. "Art. But when I was walking to this class, I'm pretty sure the classes were next to eachother. Classes 98 and 101, I believe."

"Cool, I gue-OW!" I yelp as one of the jocks, Oli, body-checks me. He smirks. Way to go for not wearing a cardigan over my black tank top. Me and Bee continue to walk, and after noticing that many of the high school groups slow down in the halls by their friends, like Rebekah and Marina, we walk a bit faster. I wave to them, but I guess they don't notice, so I sling the other strap of my backpack over my left shoulder, starting to pick up the pace before I'm late. I run back down the stairs and take a left when I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn my head to find Eli.

"Eli. Of course...What do you want?"

"Did you hear? Jen has detention for cussing out a teacher. It was awesome! Oh! And Liza stabbed Colin with a pen!" He squeals, and I roll my eyes, shoving him into a locker.

"I have the same class as you, idiot. I saw it."

I hear him yell in pain, but I don't really care. I'm pretty sure mom's going to kill Jen and Liza, and I'm almost completely sure that she will question us about anything and all the words Jen said to the teacher. I can't believe that they did that and earned the same detention in the same class, though. Hooray for lectures..

A voice interrupts my thoughts.

"Summer!"

Make that two in unison.

Two hands grasp onto my arms, and I realize I accidentally left behind Liza and Jen.

"You could've waited," Liza says, rolling her eyes as I look over to Jen. She's silent, and her eyes are glued to the floor.

"Guys... you'll be fine. Detention isn't bad. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?" I say, a small and weak attempt to comfort her. "Eli told me, I me-"

"Who knows. He probably already told the school." She mumbles, pushing past me ubruptly. Liza shrugs, smoothing out her skirt and I let out a long, troubled sigh. "We all have drama, right?" I ask her, and she nods. "Good. Gives me more time to try and re-assure the girl." I say under my breath, pushing open the door. The bell rings after I'm a step inside the class, and I breathe out with relief. A voice startles me.

"Welcome to drama class! I'm your teacher, Ms. Quarine. Let's go over some ground rules." Great. I totally didn't expect rules.

"Number One Rule, Dress Code. Which you, Summer, are violating. Tank tops and skinny ripped jeans aren't allowed." She says, her eyes scanning my outfit in disapproval.

"Oh, Sorry, I didn't know..My parents are at work, though. I can't call." ''My jeans aren't even ripped. There's just a small freaking hole in the right knee.''

"Oh, that's a shame. Guess you'll have to have detention." She says, writing on a slip of paper and handing it to me.

I ignore the surrounding giggles and chuckles as I close my eyes, and slump deep down in my chair.

Embarrassment for three, anyone?

An AP Class With a Hottie? What? - Liza's POV
I sit in acting, listening to Ms. Quarine talk about her life and how it's so important. She drones on and on about how she was a brilliant actress of her days and always got the lead role.

Yeah, right... And she's also a virgin, too.

Honestly, when she tells us the list of school supplies we need, I've stopped listening. She hands everyone a list, eyeing my attire as she goes by. She does this for everyone, making sure their in dresscode. She opens her mouth to speak again when the bell rings. I sigh in relief and she gives me a dirty look. I grab my one-strap bag and hurry out of class. I look at my schedule.

Summer joins me. "Whatcha got next period?" she asks, resting her arm on my shoulder as we walk.

"AP Chemistry, room 408... Lovely, heading all the way to the top floor for Chemistry." I sigh and pat Summer on the shoulder. "See you later!" I start to run through the halls, only slowing when I saw a teacher nearby. I get to the flight of stairs and hear a warning bell. I curse and start to run up the stairs, completely out of breath by the time I get to the top floor. I push through the double doors and walk to the Chemistry classroom.

I walk in and see Colin sitting there with his hand bandaged up. The only available seat is either right next to him or next to Oli. Oli gives me a flirtatious look and I want to melt but another girl, I think her name was Marina, sits down next to him. I groan inwardly and sits down next to Colin, who gives me a dirty look before sighing.

"You could apologize," he mutters as he pulls out his journal.

"You haven't done so yet. Sadly, I think it was justified." I grab the journal I stabbed the crap out of from my bag, not realizing until I see Colin peering through it.

"You know, this was our journal. You didn't have to kill it with Mjollnir." He puts it down on the table as I grab an actual notebook from my bag, grabbing a pen. Sadly, after stabbing Colin, they took away Mjollnir Jr.

"You still haven't said it right. And any way, if you didn't try to make a move on me when Mr. Davies made us partners, your hand wouldn't be bandaged up. It's your fault." The teacher walks in and introduces herself as Mrs. Cartavelle.

"Today, we'll be introducing ourselves so we all know who we are."

I moan and so does about half the class. She sighs before motioning for Oli to stand up. All eyes train on him as he stands up, putting on his world-famous smirk.

"Hi," he says and about all the girls in the class swoon. "I'm Oli, star reciever for our football team. I, ah..." His eyes fall on me and I start to burn up. "I've got my eyes on someone pretty."

Several hateful glares turn my way and I quickly turn around. I hear Colin mutter something along the lines of, "He isn't the only thing hot around here..."

I shake my head and a few people later, I am left standing, several eyes turned to me. "Hi... I'm Liza. I... I am, I guess you would call it a sci-fi geek because I'm into all that stuff." I shrug nonchalantly and sit down, eyes still following me.

This class is going to take a year...

Awkward In Art Class? Jen's POV
After Chemistry, Liza swoons, over Oli. I roll my eyes and try to smile, but after a couple of minutes of just his eyes I think I had enough. I wave goodbye as I head to Art, one of the subjects I actually enjoy. By this time, half the school knows. Looks from some preps, Marina and Rebekah, laughs from guys. It's not like he didn't deserve it. I groan.

As I arrive to Art, I realize that I am stuck with a bunch of preps and jocks. Great. I push foward to grab a chair, when the teacher announces assigned seating. Are we in kindergarten?

"Jennifer," He announces, pressing his pen to the seat next to none other than Liza's crush-Oli.

"It's Jen." I say, dragging myself to the chair.

He resumes placing students at our table. I think he wants to annoy me - none other than the one who told half the school sits directly in front of me. I try to ignore that he is looking at me. I turn my back to him, trying to see who's in this class. Bekah and Marina both  are sitting together, smiling and talking about something. I press my palms together and sigh, praying that this class will be over soon.

The art teacher starts to exclaim that we will be drawing Impressionist pieces. He then places a pile of paper in the front, then paint or oil pastels. As soon as he announces we can start, I grab the brand new oil pastels and a piece of paper.

I start sketching the drawing out when Oli asks, "You were the one that cursed out that math teacher, right?"

"Yes," I respond not looking up. He nods.

"And you're one of Liza's friend's right?"

"Yes."

"Do you know when her next class is? I really want to see her."

I groan. "I don't know."

"No need to be pissed with me."

Eli snickers.

"Shut up, are you five?" I say, looking up. He's looking at me again.

I look at his drawing and smile. It looks like a four year old scribbled on a piece of paper with crayon.

"What is that?" I say, laughing.

"My drawing."

I try not to say something else and resume drawing, rubbing the oil pastel with my hand. When the bell rings, I pull my hand away to realize my hand is completly purple from the pastel.

"Dammit." I run over to sink, washing my hands, but the oil pastel won't come off. When I realize that I'm going to be late again if I don't start hurrying up, I push my way to my next class. The hallway is practically dead now. Only a few lazy teachers coming out of a meeting with some coffee. I run up the stairs to room 213, Biology. My purple covered fingers open the door as the bell rings. I breathe a sigh of relief as I sit down next to Summer in the back row.

Highschool is a pain... Nuff said - Summer's POV
Jen takes a seat next to me, and I hold back from giggling at her fingers. "What color is your hand?" I ask, pulling her hand towards me to get a closer look. They're bright violet. She yanks it back, rolling her eyes. "I don't want to talk about it."

I take out my composition notebook, a zig-zag pattern of rainbow shades glowing on the surface. With my blue sharpie, I write "Summer - Biology Class" on the cover as neatly as I can. I wait until it dries before I finally start paying attention to what the teacher says. I didn't even listen in on their name, but it's not like it'll be of any importance.

"Summer, dress code." He says, his eyes darting from the paper with names to my face. I roll my eyes once more.

"I've already gotten detention for that, sir."

"Good. Don't wear it again."

"Jerk," I mumble, inaudibly.

He goes down the list of the supplies needed for this class. 3 Red Notebooks, a Composition book, A stack of wide-ruled paper... you get the drill. A bunch of junk that half way through the year we wouldn't even have to buy. As if I haven't gotten a list of 50 other necessities required for my other core classes.

I yawn, finding myself doodling on the corner of the first page in my notebook. It's a bad habit of mine that I could never get to break. After what seems like ages of babbling, we finally get to work.

I take a few helpful notes, being wary of what could possibly be on our first exam and what I just need to keep in mind. It's hard, though, because I'm all the way in the back of the class with no way to look over some of the jocks' heads. It was the only seat I could find and now I'm cursed.

"Psst."

I look up from writing, only to meet the eyes of Justin. "What?" I reply, using the open oppurtunity to scribble down some information from the board that I was not capable of reading with his back turned.

"So, you guys are both doomed for detention? Along with Liza?" He asks, and I roll my eyes. "Oli told me. Totally hilarious," He says, smirking. I write down a few more things before the smartboard progresses to another set of notes.

"Well, yeah. I mean, it's the first day of school. I didn't know the dresscode was so strict." I snap back, covering what can be seen of my tank over the desk.

"Nor the teachers being lame as f," Jen adds, and I nod, setting my pencil down.

"Oh, and Oli told me to ask about Liza-" "Of course, she's drooling over him too, so let that stalker of a boy know that, alright?" I interrupt him, and Jen punches me lightly in the arm. Whoops, Liza wouldn't mind that bit, right? I mean, it's clearly noticeable that she has some thoughts about Oli, despite Colin...

After I said that, I realize small bits of whispering conversations arising from nearby classmates. Not like it wasn't already in the previous periods.

Justin just scoffs and turns back around, facing the direction of the teacher.

We review a bunch of organisms from things we should know from middle school and crap, and I just barely keep awake through all of it. I doze off for a good 5 minutes, awoken from one of the dumb school guys clicking of their pens and such. Before I know it, class is stopped for lunch. I groan, the thought of the disgusting and horrid food they'll probably serve here. I should've brought a lunch myself. Now I'll probably hurl...

But who knows?

Lunch With The Jocks - Liza's POV
I grab my books, hurrying to my locker on the second floor. Isn't it lovely though, that out of all my classes, only one of them was actually on the second floor? Yeah, and that isn't until last period that my class is up here.

Fun.

I put in the code but it doesn't open. I narrow my eyes before putting in the code again. I pull out my phone and check the code that's been in there for as long as I can remember and put the code in again, once again coming up empty-handed.

"Ugh, why isn't this working?" I question out-loud, knowing I'd have to go to lunch soon.

"Maybe because you're using the wrong locker?" Oli says from behind me. I look at my phone. Lock #217. I was at locker #218.

"Oh..." I say, scooting over to the correct locker and putting in the right combination. It opens and I put my books into my locker as well as the locker stuff my mom bought for me. Of course she bought identical things from Jen and Summer, why wouldn't she?

I close my locker and start to head downstairs towards the cafeteria. I'm about to enter the stair areas when Oli grabs my hand. I look back at him. "Can I help you?"

"You want to see with me and Justin at lunch?" he asks sweetly.

"I... I would love to... but I... I promised Jen and Summer and I..." I take a deep breath. "I guess they won't mind... it's only for today." Oli gives one of his world-famous smiles that makes just about everyone melt and practically drags me down the stairs. We enter the lunch room and Summer waves me over, and I motion to Oli as he drags me towards his table. I give her and Jen an apologetic look as I pass by.

I sit down at Oli's table and Justin smirks at me before talking to the bleach-blonde girl sitting next to him who just giggles to everything he says.

"So, Liza, how are you?" Oli asks. My eyes wonder back to my sisters as they chat amongst themselves, casting glances in my direction. I shift uneasily under their small glares before looking at Oli.

"Fine," I reply, tapping my fingers on the table along to the beat of "Wake Up Call" by Maroon 5. "You?"

"Excellent." He looks down at the table before putting on his famous smirk. "Do you want to go out Friday? I know this early... but I do want to get to know you better."

"I'm sorry... Friday? I can't... I promised Jen we'd have a Doctor Who TV marathon..." I rub my arm and awkwardly just sit there for the rest of lunch.

I Thought We Hurt Him Enough Times Today - Jen's POV
I gag as the smell of the locker room fills my lungs. Sweat and air freshener, what the girl's locker room smells like. If ours is this bad, I don't want to imagine what the guy's locker room smells like. I try to ignore it as I shove my skater skirt, 10th Doctor graphic tee and floral combat boots into my gym locker. I pull the uniform that we bought during oreantation.

I pull at my shirt, thinking the impossible thought that maybe, this tee will actually fit. It doesn't. I groan as I tie the shoelaces on my new Nikes.

"Is it just me," Summer asks, "Or do they make the uniforms twice the size as it's supposed to be?"

"I think so." I groan, tugging at my tee for one last time.

As Summer and I are heading out the door, I ask Liza, "Are you okay?"

She nods.

I don't persist. We walk out to the gym. With so few people it's suorising how much noise the gym is filled with. Eli with his outcast "group" sit in the front row. Connor, Bee and Sam look like they want to be somewhere else. He's telling lame jokes but is looking over at me again.

"Stop. Looking. At. Me." I mutter under my breath.

Summer nudges me and smirks.

I roll my eyes.

We pick the middle row, saving a seat for Liza.

When she finally comes out, she recognizes exactly where we are and jogs up the stairs. She smiles as she sits beside Summer.

Before we can start any conversation, the coach stands in front of us yelling, "Good afternoon students."

Nobody responds, the whole gym is silent.

"I said good afternoon, students."

Everyone, in monotone, responds with "Good afternoon coach." I think we all rolled our eyes also.

"Today, instead of starting with warm ups, we will start with a sport today, since the warm ups will take to much time away from our game of volleyball."

Summer practically bursts. "Volleyball?" She smiles.

"Yeah, you're getting first serve. I suck at sering." I respond.

"But first I must divide you into teams."

People groan until they realize is too lazy to make actually teams. He just makes one side of the bleachers one team, and the other side of the bleachers the other team. Oli and Justin are both on our team, along with Eli's gang. On the other team, Bekah, Colin, Marina and a few other students I forgot the names of are on the other side.

"Teams pick your server." The coach yells.

"Gosh, does he thinks if he's louder I would care more?" I say. "Anyway first server should be Summer. She's the volleyball player." Basically everybody agrees on this notion. Summer smiles as we decide. We agree a full three minutes earlier than the other team, but somehow they get the first serve.

Someone put their hand under the net though after the first serve, so then we go. Summer serves, causing a group of people to crowd around where they think it would go. Bee eventually hits it in the air to avoid it hitting on the ground. Liza and I stay up front. Colin looks at Liza with a smirk on his face. It's obvious she's getting pissed. He wants revenge on what she did this morning.

When the volleyball finally is towards the front I hit, causing it to reach Liza. Liza smiles as she spikes the ball, hitting Colin in the nose. I try not to laugh as a ring of purple forms around the bridge of his nose.

Miraculously, in the coach's eyes, it all seemed like an accident. Liza told she wouldn't do it again.

As she heads back to the locker room, Oli stops her. He smiles as he says, "At least are you avaliable Saturday or Sunday?"

The Day's Over..Well, Sorta - Summer's POV
Liza's legs begin to wobble dramatically and I roll my eyes, pushing past him. I can barely make out some of the stuttering that comes out of her mouth as I scurry to the bath section and jump into one of the open showers, not wasting any time and staying alert of any other girls that enter the shower section. I rinse off quickly with the only temperature here, cold water, and wet my hair quickly before shutting it off and changing back into my "inappropriate" clothes. I slip on my black vans with black laces.

The bell rings and I hear lots of hollering and yelling from outside in the gym halls. I sigh with relief. The day's done.

Well, not exactly for me, Jen and Liza.

"Summer! Come on!" I hear Jen yell from outside, and I quickly spray on my victoria secret perfume before sprinting out.

"What took so long? We have detention, remember?" Liza says, and I brush out my curls, still panting.

"I was taking a shower so I wouldn't have to take one when I get home," I say, shaking out some extra water from my hair that is now spiral-ish due to wetting it; which completely took over my straight strands. "Whatever, let's just go. I don't want another one from the stupid faculty monitoring the halls." She replies, and we all begin walking to detention - next to the main office.

Once we get there, Jen swings open the door handle, and I look around at the empty, wide halls. I hear faint voices and suddenly see Colin, covering his face with a nurse escorting him at his side. She says something with a gentle voice and he just shakes his head. Looking over to Liza, she just glares, but I can see the sorrow hiding behind her hazel eyes.

"Come in!" A stern voice yells, and I clench my eyes tightly. We all enter, to be met by a young, teacher who looks like she has a...well, you know that type of attitude I'm talking about. But it's not just us in detention.

There's a few other kids who I don't know, and all three of the jocks. "How did the stalker get here before us?" Jen asks, and I shrug without thinking. Oli's eyes light up at the sight of Liza, and she just freezes. I take a seat next to Erlend, and Jen drags Liza from her daze, sitting down next to her on the other end of the room. Blake switches seats and ends up beside us.

"Summer, troublemaker." Erlend says, and I roll my eyes. "It's the first day of school. I didn't know I had signed up for military academy." I mutter, and he laughs light-heartedly.

"You're one to talk. What are you here for?" I ask him, and he smiles.

"Chewing gum in class." He says, crossing his arms and writing down some math equations onto a crumbled up piece of paper.

I turn my head towards Blake.

"You?"

"Being a 'jackass', apparently." He snickers, and I just sigh, watching the clock.

"EVERYBODY BE QUIET! THIS IS DETENTION, NOT A SOCIAL HOUSE!" The lady at the desk yells, and everything becomes silent instantly.

"Thank you," She says, standing up with a clipboard in her hand. A pink sheet is stuck under it, and she pulls the top off of a blue pen and fixes her rectangular glasses before proceeding.

"I'm Mrs. Cheryl, I'm not a teacher, I simply just sit on my butt and have to watch teenagers misbehave in front of me for hours. Ya know, this is why I don't want children. You all should've taken smarter actions and maybe ya wouldn't be here."

It's so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"But for the sake of my job, I will go down the names of you all. And you reply with present; not president, not here, not absent, and I'm being serious. I don't take bull around here. Ya got it? Good." She says, and I can tell she's from New Jersey from her slight accent.

Everybody does as they're told once their name is called. She goes over some stuff, like no note passing, sleeping, cell phones, etc. But, of course, theirs a thump at the back of my head and something goes down my shirt.

A crumbled up piece of paper.

I read it, and realize that since Liza really wants her pen that she stabbed Colin with, we'll construct a plan to get Mjollnir Jr. back.

I sigh, roll my eyes and mouth to Liza -

Oh, the things I do for you.

Rescuing Private Mjollnir Jr. - Liza's POV
I smile at Summer and wait for the teacher, Mrs. Cheryl, to be focusing on something else before passing the note to her. She gives me about the same look as Summer, making me smile.

I raise my hand for a good two minutes before Mrs. Cheryl even notices me. "Yes, yes? What do you want?"

"I need to go to the bathroom," I said innocently.

"You should have gone before you got here then. Hold it in." Mrs. Cheryl is about to go work on something else when I interrupt her.

"Really badly. Come on, please?" I ask, putting on the adorable puppy-dog face that has gotten me through the last 15 years of life. Mra. Cheryl rolls her eyes and hands me the bathroom key.

"You have five minutes. If you aren't back by then, you'll be suspended from school." A few, "ooh's" answer here and she glares at them. I smile sweetly and get out of the classroom.

However, instead of going to the bathroom, I skip into the office, pulling the hair pin out of my hair and start to pick at the lock. The door quickly unlocks and I slip into the office.

I look around before heading behind the desk and start to dig around for my pen. I come across a locked file cabinet and use my hair pin to unlock it, digging around until I find my pin. I suddenly hear the opposite door open, the one that leads to the detention room.

"Mrs. Cheryl!" I hear Summer call and almost sigh in relief. "I've lost my homework, I think Blake took it."

"What?! I did not!" Blake argues. The door closes and I peer over the desk to find her gone. I quickly escape the office and enter back into the detention room, hiding my pen in my pocket. I hand the bathroom key to Mrs. Cheryl and head back to my seat where I start to doodle on a piece of paper.

Jen passes me a piece of paper.

Are you happy now?

I smile and pull out Mjollnir Jr from my pocket and write a quick reply to Jen.

Oh you bet I am.

Confessions and Boredom - Jen's POV
''I'm bored, want to get out of this place? ''I am pretty sure everyone is though. Everybody either looks like they are going to stab the pencil they are doodling with into their skull or about to drift off to sleep. I drop the paper on the ground, nudging the paper closer to Summer. She gets the idea and looks to the side, quickly picking up the piece of paper and handing it to me. The teacher doesn't give us a second glance.

After a couple minutes, Summer passes a note to Liza, who quickly reads it and passes it to Blake. This time though, she writes neatly: Can you cover for us again?

You can hear him groan. Again?

''Please? ''Liza draws a sad face on the paper.

He sighs. Fine.

He looks for a way to create a distraction. She's browsing on her laptop. As he is sitting in the front at the very end where the power outlet is, he quickly yanks the cord out of the wall.

"Dammit." She scrambles, pulling the laptop up to see what broke. "Who in this class is good with computers?"

Blake smirks and walks up to her and starts blabbing on about some useless technology information. I grab my backpack and quickly sneak out of the front door. She doesn't even notice.

Summer and Liza quickly follow. We all start jogging to the front door. As soon as we slam the door behind us, you can see her exit the room. We smirk as Blake, Oli and a couple others head the opposite direction. Then we break out in to a run.

Our mom is already there. We pull the door handles when we head to the car. "You got out early from detention?"

We nod in unison.

She sighs. "What did you get in detention anyway? The woman at the office didn't tell me any details."

I kick my combat boots into the carpeted ground.

"Any of you want to speak up?" Her voice raises.

Silence.

"God damn, when I ask a question you better answer me."

"I cursed out a teacher," I mutter.

She's fuming.

"I stabbed Colin with a pen." Liza almost laughs under her breath.

"Dress code." Summer shrugs.

"What the hell were you thinking?!"

We all look at the ground. The car is silent for the rest of the way home.

You can't control me. I am Divergent. Unless it's for popcorn. - Summer's POV
My cheeks are a bit warm as mom slams the car door shut furiously. I jump, but Jen and Liza seem to get out with no expression, so I follow behind, closing the door softly. She stamps her way to the door, and opens it, closing it loudly behind her.

"Yeah, we're basically screwed." Jen mutters, and we all nod in agreement.

"I'm just happy with Mjollnir Jr." Liza says, smiling warmly, hugging it to her bosom. I roll my eyes.

"Well, that means I can take Mjollnir," I tease her, taking it from her backpack, but only for her to yank it back.

"Whatever. Guys. Mom's probably not gonna take us out anywhere unlike how she does occasionally..so...what do we do?" Jen says, and I raise an eyebrow.

"Movie-watching or something?" I suggest, and Liza bobs her head. "Sounds good to me."

We all go inside, being careful not to irritate mom way more than we most likely already have done. "Just wait until your father gets home," She says, and my heart jumps.

Father?

Oh, yeah, we're most likely dead.

Liza and Jen head to their individual rooms, and I sigh as I fall into my bed, hugging the comforter. Sleep would be amazing now, not to mention the lack I have been getting for the past week. I would slip into a slumber, but I don't wanna have Dad's endless wrath lecture session wake me up. I yawn, walking over to my small walk-in closet before pulling over one of my favorite black hoodies, with a print of bold, shiny letters spelling out "I am DIVERGENT. You can't control me." on the back. I smile, it's one size bigger, but I honestly don't care. I tug a matching black beanie over the roots of my hair, letting the chesnut-brown ombre the only visible color peeking through ontop of my jacket.

"Guys, come on! Let's watch Divergent!" I hear Jen yell, quiet enough for only me and Liza to most likely hear, and I skip over to her room.

It's decorated way much neater than mine. Mine is just a boring pattern of sky-blue and white, even brighter than snow. It's okay, I guess, but it matches my favorite season; Winter.

I plop down onto a red bean bag chair, Liza sitting on a white one and Jen sitting between us both, on a dark blue one. Jen slides the CD into the DVD-ROM of her computer, the cover of Tris and Tobias standing together. Tobias is soo hot.

The screen is black at first before a slide shows up on the screen with the beginning of the movie and I grin.

Liza curls up on her chair, snuggling her nose into a book. "Oh yay it's starting!" Jen cheers softly, and Liza replies with a "Shh."

"Come on. Loosen up and just watch the movie...Even though I watched it 6 times already." I add, biting my lip in embarrassment.

Despite what I said, she continues to peruse into the novel as me and Jen become more and more attentive about the movie.

"This would have been better with popcorn." She says, and I stretch out my toes onto the rug. "Yeah, technically. But Mom would kill us if we tried to steal some. No joke. She's already going to skin us alive," I say, speaking indistinctly.

"Then, if we're already dead, at least lets end our hunger." Jen replies, a smirk settling on her devious countenance. "But, I'm too lazy, so it would be such a pleasure if you could get it for me." She says almost sweetly, batting her eyelashes and emphasizing the 'such'. My eyes switch to Liza, who puts on an act as if she's too much into the reading that she had no clue of what the conversation is about. "Liza?"

She ignores me.

"Liza, please? You're the oldest and most responsible."

Silence.

I groan, dragging myself silently to the door, praying that Mom won't catch me and do some horrid damage. "If I get caught you're so gonna get it." I mumble unpleasantly before exiting into the kitchen.

I manage to get 3 bowls of popcorn and settle back down just in time before Tris decides her faction at the choosing ceremony. I sigh, handing the other two porcelain dishes to Jen and Liza and munching on small bits quietly to get a better listen on what's going on.

So, we basically watch Divergent for the rest of the night, and luckily Dad came home without a huge fuss. We got around 3 repititions of rounds of popcorn. He did interrupt, though, for which we had to stop the film mid-way to hearken to for about an hour, Mom also becoming involved. We're grounded for four months.

And I tried to get some sleep in, for a chance.

The Only Exception, Baby - Liza's POV
Dad drived us to the bus stop. I keep glancing at my phone, waiting for a text or something, some sign that someone wants to talk.

We pull into the ditch right next to the bus stop. Several kids glance our way, some snickering, some eyeing the car to get a good look at us so they can spread gossip. Being the oldest and probably the most at fault, stabbing and spiking a kid in a harmful way, I was stuck in the front.

As the bus pulls up next to the stop sign, Summer and Jen get out of the car. I'm about to get out of the car when my dad stops me.

"Elizabeth, is there something you want to tell me? You stabbed your ex in the hand..." he starts but trails off, unsure how to approach an unstable teenage girl. Lovely, daddy.

"I'm fine," I reply as I get out of the car, slamming the door shut. I run onto the bus. Summer and Jen sit together and I look for an available seat. Either I sit next to Eli or Colin. Dear lord, is life filled with these decisions?

I shoot Jen and Summer a glare as I walk to the back of the bus. I sit down next to Colin and before he can say something, I raise my hand. "If you talk to me, I will use Mjollnir, and not the pen."

He opens his mouth as if to say something, before closing his mouth. I hold my phone close when I get a text.

''Hey, this is Oli. Sorry, stole your phone number from Justin who got it from Eli who got it off of Jen.''

My phone rings again as we start to move.

''So, you like the D...? So do I, but you are the only exception, baby ;)''

I cover my mouth, laughing softly, catching Colin's eye. I quickly type a reply.

Well then, I must be pretty special ;)

It takes a moment but he replies.

You have no idea ;)

I shake my head as the bus pulls up at the school. I walk off the bus, smiling brightly.

My Social Life Is History - Jen's POV
I actually rush out of the bus this time around. I tightly grip the sides of my backpack, sprinting towards the school. I actually reach Liza at the door. She is blushing pink, smiling so brigthly it's almost scary.

I want to ask her what kind of drug she was taking, but I just ignore it. She's elated about something and keeps checking her phone. "Who's texting you?" I ask, pressing the door open.

She sighs.

"It's Oli isn't it?"

Liza blushes. I smile, rolling my eyes. "Wow, who could've guessed."

When I realize that my first period is History, I rush. History is one of my favorite subjects. Summer and Liza though, aren't in my class. I tell them goodbye and run up the stairs. Second floor...218..

As I pull open the door, I glance around the room. The only seat is next to the new girl - I believe her name is Dana - on the far right side of the room. I try to be at least some what friendly, trying to engage in conversation. I guess I'm screwing up, she's ignoring me. She pulls the Fault In Our Stars out of her backpack and starts reading it intently. I think I see in her folder that she's doodling Augustus. I want to say something, but the teacher starts the class, listing out an immense amount of school supplies, which mostly includes College Ruled notebook paper. Six. Freaking. Packs.

"How much work are we going to do in this class?!" I whisper towards the new girl.

She looks at me and laughs. "Too much. I think they want our social life to dissapear. This school is hell, I'm telling you."

The teacher looks at her and she automatically begins writing again.

The rest of the class includes a power point of the regions of the U.S - something I learned ages ago. I almost doze off while reading the pages in the textbook. I yawn as he calls me out. "What region..." I don't pay attention - I was just about to go to sleep and you woke me up.

"Northeast." I guess.

He nods and doesn't call me out again. I end up getting homework. I take my pencil and irratibly write "Questions 1-14, paragraph form". A whole seven sentences per question. My social life is offically gone.

I groan as the bell rings. I grab my already torn schedule out of the side of my backpack. I then pull out a book, walking across the halls, trying to see if the Doctor saves Clara from the weeping angels-I fall on my back.

"Dammit." I rub my head. "Ow."

"You need to watch where the hell you're going." Someone offers me a hand. I get up, trying not to turn my head, it would only cause more of a headache.

Eli looks at me and smiles.

"Thanks." I stutter, trying to grab the book off the floor before somebody steps on it. I end up stepping foward and picking up. It bent the front cover. I groan. That was a limited edition.

"No problem." He looks at me for a couple moments before looking away. He darts to the first floor.

I end up rolling my eyes. What just happened? I pull the schedule out, which is an excellent bookmark and try to find out my next class. and then sprinting to the next class.

Pressing the book in my hand, I want to read just one more page before my next class.

I try to straighten my book cover, but it's futile. My book is forever stuck with a fold in the front corner. I sigh.

In the middle of the hallway, I stop and put it in the front pocket of my backpack.

Spanish Flying Everywhere. Literally. - Summer's POV
I see Jen zipping up her bookbag and I pat her head lightly. "Come on, we're gonna be late for Spanish!" I say, clapping my hands and looking down at my brown, laced books. I frown at the sight of a small rip of my black, knee-high floral-designed stockings, losing a bit of my excitement.

"You love Spanish class, eh?"

I nod, and she rolls her eyes.

"Whatever. Come on. Like you said, don't wanna be late." She mocks me, and I send a small glare her way.

I follow her down the steps, saying "sorry" and "excuse me" as I squeeze past students. The warning bell goes off and I begin to really pick up my feet before I notice Liza, dragging herself back up. She must have gotten confused. She has French, so me or Jen won't be able to see her until lunch - that is, if she has the courage to actually not decide to yield at a small glimpse of Oli.

"Summer, Jen! Hola mamitas," My Spanish teacher says, flashing a white smile at me. I beam back at him and he pats my shoulder as I enter the class before I position myself in one of the chairs, that connects to the desk. Jen sits behind me, and I look to my right to see another girl, I think her name's Dana. Nathaniel is in the next seat down her row.

"Hey, I'm Dana." She says, and I brush my fingers through my hair, that's slightly tangled. "I'm Summer. Love your backpack," I say, before twirling one of my blue papermate mechanical pencils in my hand. "Thanks," She has just enough time to say that, before the final bell rings and Mr. Orlando clasps the door shut.

"Hola, everyone. I'm your new Spanish teacher, Mr. Orlando. Or Senor, Orlando, if you wish." He says, his accent peeping through. "This class is basic. You'll probably just need a binder and some paper. We just take notes and do quick quizzes, and that's about it. Simple." He says, and I can hear tiny bravos coming from the rear of the class.

"Summer, do you mind doing me a favor and passing out the paper?" He asks, setting down a stack of college-ruled paper on my desk. I dip my head, setting a thin sheet on all the desks. "Gracias, Verano."

He starts off with few sentences of spanish, verbal ones. It isn't for a grade, but it's something we were 'supposed to learn' in middle school. Everybody does well, so he lets us write down some vocabulary from his slideshow on Windows Movie Maker, that lasted for what seemes like eternity.

He hands out homework, which I manage to get about half done in class with fast, somewhat neat handwriting. "You're pretty good at this. We should sit together at lunch," Dana reccomends, and I concurred with thought. "Sure. Me and Jen will have a person to talk to if Liza decides to sink to her knees for a special person she has her eyes on."

The bell rings and everybody dashes for the halls. I walk over to my teacher, handing him the already finished homework. He returns my empty hand with three jolly ranchers; Blue Raspberry, Cherry, and Green Apple.

This is officially my favorite class.

I laugh, dropping them into my backpack before exiting out with Jen and Dana at my side, directly for the lunchroom.

Once we thrust through the entrance, Dana and Jen insist on getting to the Jock's table before they claim it. I sigh, knowing that they'll arrive and try to flirt their way in, especially with Liza being here.

Seems like the lunch-ladies are serving tacos, burritos and spaghetti today, after I see Connor walking to his table with Eli by his side, his plate filled with pasta and Eli's with a plump burrito.

Walking over, out the corner of my eye, I feel somebody staring at me. My eyes flicker to them, and I realize that it's Colin. I wave, and he slightly waves with his undamaged hand. I was going to accompany Jen and Dana, but right now my stomach is flipping and tells me that if I won't apologize for Liza, nobody most likely will. I sigh, urging myself over to where he sits beside Annie, and take a deep breath in.

"Colin."

"Summer. Of course, the friend of...my ex who thought it'd be funny to puncture my arm."

I close my eyes, trying to think of a way to put this.

"Colin," I say, sitting myself down on the bench. "Liza has no clue what she's doing."

"Well, sure seemed like she did because she certainly did not miss," He says sarcastically, shooting daggers at me. I sigh. "What I mean is that, well, she didn't mean it. Sometimes she just, does things in replace for when she's um, uncomfortable. Except when she's around Oli, she doesn't get so stirred up at his seductive, bothersome attempt to make a move on her." I mutter in disgust, watching as Oli lugs her to the table that's currently occupied with my other sister and Dana, as well as Erlend.

"What did you say?" He questions, and my eyes alter their line of vision to the tiled floor. "Nothing. She just, has a slight over-romantic relationship with Oli. Erm...I'm gonna go." I say, beginning to haul myself over to the other table, a ball that feels like cotton stopping me from revealing anything else to Liza's ex.

I pause myself, however, when I see Rebekah rise from her seat and yell "FOOD FIGHT!", which causes myself to duck over to a nearby table once Colin gets hit with a taco to the face.

I had made him angry, but I have to say it's plain tortorous to see a sizzling hot lunch land splat on the bridge of his nose, where a dark purple ring remains.

Well, it used to. It's covered with meat and sour cream now.

The Hour Of Flying... Tacos - Liza's POV
I sit in the cafeteria as Oli tries to make conversation but I keep my face glued to my phone screen as the latest news flashes in a bright red, huge font.

Death of Legend, Robin Williams, found dead in apartment at 12 pm Eastern Standard Time

"What?!" I cry out, covering my mouth suddenly, dropping my phone with a thud on the table. Jen looks confused and grabs my phone before looking at my sympathetically. "He wasn't that old, he can't die! He is my childhood actor, my favorite childhood actor! He can't be dead!"

Silence falls at the table as I stare at my phone as Jen passes it back to me. She mutters how sorry she is and I just shake my head, hiding my face in my hands.

That's when I hear it.

"FOOD FIGHT!" I turn around to see Rebekah throw a taco at Summer, who ducks behind a table. The taco goes sailing over her head and hits Colin square in the nose. Hey, almost like that volleyball.

I stare at the food I got from the line, almost happy to throw it instead of eat it. I wouldn't be able to, even if I wasn't depressed over Robin Williams' death. I grab my spoon and flick some corn into Wesley's hair. He turns around, the eldest student in the room because he was just too cool for school, and glares at me. I laugh before grabbing the taco and throwing it halfway across the cafeteria, hitting Marina, the taco splattering into her hair.

Marina turns around, looking for her attacker and I quickly turn around, my eyes falling on the phone. That one was for you, Robin Williams.

Oli touches my face and turns me towards him, a smile on his face. "You're going to love me." He then piled a piece of cake he got from the lunch line, because he has money to throw around, right in my face. I scream as the forsting smears across my face and the remainder of the cake plops onto the floor.

I wipe off the frosting from my face and smear it across his face before grabbing another spoonful of corn and flinging it across the room, hitting Bee in the back of the head.

I fling another spoonful and catch it in the hair of someone I wasn't meaning to hit. The lady turns around and I meet the glare of our Principal, Ms. Wallace. I cover my mouth in shock. "I... I'm so sorry..." I start to stutter when she gets hit in the back of the head by a spoonful of taco meat and sourcream. She quickly forgets about me and storms over to Eli.

"Well then..." I murmur. Once the Principal stops scolding Eli, she walks to the stage whre she makes announcements from and grabs the microphone.

"Attention, attention!" she shouts and everything falls silent. "You all have five minutes to reveal who started this or you all will get detention for the next three weeks." Once no one answers, her hateful glare follows everyone. "Anyone want to come clean? Anyone at all?"

I look at Rebekah who looks stone-faced, terrified. I start to feel bad for her and stand up. "I'm the one who started the food fight."

"What, Liza... She's lying, I started it!" Summer shouts from where she was hiding.

"Oh hell... the things I do for you all," Jen mutters under her breath. "No, don't listen to them, Ms. Wallace. I'm the one who threw the first piece of food."

I look back at Rebekah who looks at me in shock before smiling for a second. I turn to see Ms. Wallace approaching Colin. ''Oh hell... he'll probably say it was Rebekah, or worse... me.''

"Mr. Tee, who was the first person to throw food?" she asks him.

Colin looks around the room, his eyes pausing for a moment on me, before continuing on. But I know that look and I know he's going to lie to protect everyone.

"I started it by throwing food at Liza, and then everything broke out. I got hit by a taco in the mess. I'm the one who started it." His gaze finds me and that look that says, "You-owe-me" is blatantly obvious.

"Follow me, Mr. Tee. As for the rest of you, get to class." She looks around. "Now." Everyone scurries for their bag before running off. I shift uncomfortably, grabbing the bag and a few napkins from the table, cleaning my face of frosting as we hurry out of the cafeteria. A quick goodbye to Oli and I find myself hurrying to get to AP World History, my History class for this year.

Small class, no siblings, no hotties, and no one that hates me. Fairly simple to say that I'll be so much happier.

Music Class Boredom - Jen's POV
Before my next class, I go into the bathroom. I am disgusted when I realize chese and lettuce are in my hair. In disgust, I start pulling the remains out of my hair. They are put into the garbage immediately."Remind me to never do that again."

I grab my bag from the hallway, pulling my schedule out of the already unzipped front pocket. I try to avoid the ruined Doctor Who novel.

Placing my hands to my sides, I walk to my next class - only a few feet from where I'm standing.

When I arrive at the door, I open it slightly and slip through the door. We're sitting again in the rows, assigned seating. I dig my sneaker to the ground and groan.

Somehow, I end surrounded by guys. Wes, who's leaning in his chair looks bored, but is completly calm. I guess he's taken this class a couple times, so he has a reason to be bored.

Behind me, Erlend, who also seems slightly bored, clicks his pen. I groan. It's rapid and annoying. I try to ignore it.

To my other side, Connor sits, already having all his supplies on his desk. I, on the other hand, don't even have a pencil on my desk. I grab one from the side of my backpack. As the teacher finally seats the last person, Summer, at the very last desk, she's obviously annoyed. One of the tallest guys in the school is in front of her and she can't see.

"Welcome to Music. I am Ms. Taylor, your teacher." She grasps her hands together and smiles brightly. Being one of the youngest teachers in the school, she's probably the most enthusiastic and one of the prettiest. Obviously, since half the guys were practically drooling over her. I press my palms together and sigh.

"Today since it's your first day with me, I won't give you too much work. So here's a worksheet and everyone will be working in groups." I groan, realizing that the group I'm stuck with, is filled with guys.

She passes out a guide for the staff, first bass clef and then treble, then asks us to get to work. "This is so easy." Wes sighs. He starts getting to work on the notes, but I think he's done this one too many times for it actually pose a challenge.

I practically hand her back the staff guides and finish the first page in five minutes.

"How did you do that?" Erlend, who has barely finished the first half of the page, leans across and scribbles the notes on the paper. "Do your own work." He shrugs and finishes the first page in as much time as I finish both the worksheets.

I pull my Doctor Who novel out of my backpack and flip to the page I was on this morning. The teacher doesn't seem to mind. I smile. In the last ten minutes though, we have to compare answers with each other. Everyone places their papers in the middle as we review each line.

We practically get the same answers, so we place the worksheets in our backpacks and are ready to get out. Only one more class of the day and we're free from the hell called school.

Once the bell rings, I head to English, the class that both Summer, Liza and I have.

Somebody taps me on the shoulder, I spin on my heel and am face to face with Eli. He's rubbing his arm. "Um...I just wanted to say I'm sorry about this morning..." He smiles weakly and then sprints to his next class.

"The hell?" I think. Summer is now at my side, along with Liza.

"That class was torture," Summer groans. "I couldn't see anything!"

Liza responds, "I enjoy history, but I barely knew anyone there."

I nod as we head up the stairs. I want to say something but can't think of the words to say. I keep my mouth shut. The rest of the walk to English is silent.

Saved not by the bell, but sports and clubs - Summer's POV
I drop myself into one of the seats, one all the way in the front, thankfully. I'm not going to find myself at the back and earn myself an A. Especially in one of the easiest classes.

"Summer, I believe you sit in the back." A hoarse, rough voice frightens me. I jump.

"Sorry, um..." I respite from rolling on, due to the fact that I didn't catch this old man's name.

"Mr. Gillburg." He says, raising both of his bushy eyebrows.

I hold my torso, my stomach feeling like it's going to explode. I wasted my lunch for the food fight, which I still have a few strings of cheese hidden in my hair. I clench it tighter, my intestines feeling like they'll rip eachother apart.

"Mr. Gillburg, right...Last class period my teacher said I can't sit in the back due to my height. If you haven't really noticed..." I begin confidently, sliding my backpack onto the back of my chair before continuing. "I'm obviously the shortest one here. I apologize, sir, but that's something I'm afraid I cannot modify."

He scoffs, setting down his pen on top of his laptop. "Well then. Nice excuse."

I smile, happy with myself.

"Alright, everybody, flip to page 239 in your textbooks assigned to you on your desk." The bell rings just in time as Sam walks in. "Sam! Pleasure to see you here. I dearly am sorry, Summer has concluded that she wanted to switch seats with your assigned one. You sit second to last in the back of the class," He states, and Sam nods, brushing my shoulder as he passes by. "Screw you." He mutters, and I flash him a teasing smile.

Mr. Gillburg has a few minutes to go over the boring paragraphs in the book until a middle-aged lady, probably in her 30s, walks in with a dress hugging her slim body. Her legs looks like a model's, and her hair is freshly did up in a high, honey-blonde bun. She wears a decent amount of makeup, but she didn't really place her fake eyelashes well onto her natural ones. Most of the guys in the class adjust their focus onto her, and the girls gossip in distaste. "Sorry to intervene, Mr. Gillburg," She winks at him, and his face turns red.

"No, anything for you, Miss." He says, his eyelashes fluttering, looking like they're about to take flight.

"Hey everybody!" She bows. "Since this is the last class for today, I'm going to be handing all of you guys sheets of information for clubs or sports. Each of you can apply for a maximum of three, but I would highly advise that you should pick two. None of these usually fall on the same day, but they'll happen every other day, 1 time a week each." She proposes, walking around and placing thin, yellow sheets of paper onto every desk, most of the boy students not taking their eyes off of her. "For sports there is Football, Track, Volleyball, Cheerleading and Basketball. The other clubs are Musical Theatre, for those of you into Drama class, Chorus, Technology/Robotics, Band, and Film-making/Editing. I would usually pick one sport and one club, since you can add in some fitness and some fun." The naughty kids in the class snicker at the last phrase.

"That's all. The meet-up for who will make the team for all the sports will be held today. Club meetings will be held this Thursday. Good luck everybody!" She winks once more, squeezing our English teacher's arm before strutting out.

The teacher allows us some time to discuss with the other people in the class.

"She seems a little arrogant, to me." Liza says, taking out Mjollnir Jr. "What are you going to pick, Jen?"

"I don't know. How about you, Summer? What are you going to circle?" Jen asks me, and I look back at my paper.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">I sign my name sprucely before looking at the two words I'm going to select, smiling warmly.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"It's pretty obvious. I'm going for Musical Theatre and Volleyball. Can't you tell?" I comment, circling them in blue pen.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"I think I'll go with Musical Theatre too, and something else. Maybe not a sport, though. I'm unsure," Liza says, leaning on the palm of her hand with her elbow propped upright. An expression of confusion rests on her face.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">Everybody turns the papers into the teacher before going back to work. Once the bell rings, the whole class rushes out, leaving behind me and my two sisters. I stand up, smoothing out my grey tank top and cardigan pulled over it, tugging my two straps of my backpack over my shoulders. "Volleyball tryouts?" Liza asks, and I grin. "Yup. Can't miss this one. Volleyball is practically, about half of my life..." I trail off, thinking about how literally I'm obsessed with it. I snap out of my own thoughts, and put up my two skinny thumbs.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"Wish me luck. See you guys later!" I say, dismissing myself from the class, and regretting to wear what basically gives the illusion of booty shorts today. Sure, it helps with volleyball and such, but it's also most likely going to increase the amount of wolf-whistles and teasing I will probably recieve from perverted guys, due to the volleyball section being right next to the football field.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">I sigh, heading towards the main office to let mom know that I'm not in detention again, and rather staying late for volleyball try-outs. Mom understands, telling me to watch Liza, and I lie, saying that I would. Sam walks in, his eyes widen before coming up behind me. I slam down the phone, flipping around to find him right behind me.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"Volleyball girls in volleyball shorts..?" He asks, and I look at him, questionably. "That's pretty hot," He says, watching me as I leave, before drooling over one of the other highschool guys that enter the office. I roll my eyes, walking down the halls all the way to the end, pushing open the back doors of the school and heading for where the volleyball meet-up is held. <h2 style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">I took A Football... To The Head - Liza's POV Instead of getting on the bus like a responsible older sister, I sit down in the bleachers outside, watching both the Volleyball try-outs happening to the right and the football try-outs happening right in front of me. I smile as Summer eyes me in the bleacher and wave to her. A shocked expression crosses her face. What? I was only supposed to watch Jen.... Oh wait... meh.

My phone starts to buzz and I look at the screen. Mom... oh crap.

I answer the phone. "Yeah mom?" I ask as I watch Oli push Justin around, only to get shoved back with the same amount of force.

"Where are you? I told Summer to make sure you got to the bus and-" she rambles but I cut her off.

"Wait, you put Summer in charge of me? I'm the oldest of your kids. Jen made it home safe, she had Mjollnir Jr.  to protect herself. She also told me it was alright for her to go home by herself as long as I watched Summer." I shake my head. Mothers, just don't know what to do with 'em anymore.

"You and that pen of yours! Honestly, if I didn't have things to do right now, I'd drive straight up to that school and pick you up. Summer is just fine by herself. Honestly, Liza." I can tell mom is shaking her head at me right now. Funny how that works out, ma. "You better not be there to stab your ex again or spike him with a volleyball."

"Oh relax," I mutter, shaking my head. "I can only see the football field and the volleyball court. I can't even see the baseball field," I lied. In reality, the baseball field was clearly the most visible, but I needed mom to believe that. "I'm fine, honestly."

"Alright..." she says, sounding unsure. "If something happens, and Summer tells me of this happening, you'll be in trouble. Major trouble." She then hangs up and I shake my head, putting my phone in my pocket.

"Hey pretty!" someone shouts from the football field. I look to see Oli face-palming as one of his fellow players tries to get my attention. Oli shoves the guy before shouting an apology up to me.

I laugh and look at the volleyball court. The girls are stretching and I see Summer giving several looks towards me, as if keeping an eye on me. I roll my eyes and tell her to shoo with hand movements. She shakes her head and focuses on stretching.

I look back at the football field to see the guys throwing the pig-skin football around. Oli catches it, jumping into the air and landing on his feet, perfectly. He throws it back towards Justin who catches it.

After about an hour of the try-outs, I start to get bored and pull out my phone, starting a game of Temple Run 2. That's when a football goes flying straight towards me and hits my head, throwing my head back to hit the metal bleacher.

A hand touches my shoulder and I can barely hear as Summer says, "Dammit Oli, since when was your aim so off?"

"I'm a reciever, not a quarterback!" he says defensively.

"Well, Mr. Reciever, go get a thing of ice from the cooler down on the field, as well as a water bottle." Her hand stays on my shoulder. "Hey Lizzie... how many fingers am I holding up?"

My eyes focus on her hand. "Uh.... three."

"Okay, then you're fine. Can you sit up?"

I put my hands underneathe me and push to a sitting position. Oli then comes running towards us with the small bag of ice and a water bottle.

Summer shakes her head and puts the ice to the back of my head. "Damn, mom's going to kill me."

"That's what you think," I mutter as I take a drink from the water bottle. Oli tries to apologize but I ignore him, holding the ice to the back of my head, clearly upset with him.

"I"m sorry..." he says before returning to training. Summer sits with me for the rest of training.

"You are so lucky that the coach knows I can play volleyball and well," she mutters before smiling at me as training comes to an end.

The Trouble with Boys - Jen's POV
"Rose Tyler I...."

Yelling starts. I pause Netflix and roll my eyes. Mom is pissed. "Summer, you couldn't watch Liza?"

"I was playing volleyball. How am I supposed to watch Liza who was on a whole seperate field."

I can tell she's focusing her attention on Liza now. "You were on a whole seperate field than Summer?!"

Liza is silenced. She was?

Mom's trying to compose youself because she isn't yelling at Liza yet. She sighs. "Just go to your room. Your father and I will discuss this tonight."

Footsteps echo across the tile. My door opens and both Summer and Liza come in. Liza is holding ice to her head and tries not to move her head. Summer is guiding her to a beanbag.

"God, what happened?" I ask as Liza sits down.

"Oli hit me with a football." She tries to turn her head but it causes her to wince.

"That must suck."

"You think?"

"Oh and here's Mjollnir Jr." I hand him back.

"You better took good care of him." She mumbles.

I roll my eyes. "Since you two are probably staying in here tonight, what do you want to do?"

Liza groans as she moves the ice pack slightly. "Not standing."

"Or we could watch a movie."

"But we just watched one yesterday," I groan.

"Then what do you want to do?" Summer asks.

"How about," I grab a pack of Sour Patch Kids off my desk, "we talk."

"Talking?" Liza sighs. "Boring."

"Even about boys? Involving your precious boyfriend Oli?"

You can tell she likes this idea. She raises her head a little as she sighs. "I wouldn't mind that." She smiles.

"Of course you wouldn't," Summer adds, laughing.

"Oh my gosh - he's like - the definition of perfection." Liza starts. "I mean have you seen his smile? It's like a heart attack."

"I think we have all seen him smile. He always smiles when you two are together." I add.

"Summer, you must like someone, don't you?" I ask, smiling.

"Me? No...."

"You hesitated."

"I did not."

"You did." I smirk. "You like someone."

"No I don't!" She smiles.

"Sure." Liza rolls her eyes. "Confess Summer."

"No..."

"Fine. Do you have at least anything interesting to say?"

She thinks for a moment. "I dared Justin to go shirtless to school," she beams.

"Is he actually going to do it?" Liza asks.

Summer shrugs. Silence arises.

"You haven't talked about anyone Jen," Summer says after a couple moments.

"I don't like anyone," I shrug.

"Does anyone like you?"

I think for a moment about how Eli has been looking at me all the time in class and smiling. As soon as the heat rushes to my cheeks, I push the thought out of my mind.

"Earth to Jen..."

"No. Nobody likes me." I grab a handful of Sour Patch Kids from the bag and resume my Doctor Who episode.

I don't want to talk about it.

A shirtless jock goes with a Bet - Summer's POV
<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">Last night, I resisted the urge to continue on persisting for Jen to uncover the information she hides in her mind. I have a feeling her hair of hers is full of secrets.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">I decide to wear some jeans with designs on the back pockets and a button-up, long sleeved red plaid shirt. I don't overly button it, but I don't show cleavage, either. Especially with dad keeping a keen eye on me, due to me being 'irresponsible' of my occupation of being Liza's aid.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">I sigh, not knowing what to do with my hair. It's damp from the shower this morning, and luckily dried somewhat wavy. I decide to do a waterfall braid, letting my curls sprial down to the sixth button of my shirt.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"Summer, Jen, Liza! Time for school!" My father yells, adding a bit of volume to it since Liza currently can't hear very well in her right ear. <p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">I slip on my backpack and get into the car, the ride being silent again, until we get to the bus station in front of our subdivision.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">Liza escapes and dad stops us before Jen and me follow behind. I realize she hasn't picked up her phone to text Oli, even though it's been vibrating all night last night, keeping me from getting any sleep. Well, that's before I sent him a threat message that may or may not have included a load of swearing.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"Jen, Summer, I need you two to watch Liza. Seriously. Mom trusted you yesterday and you failed, now look where that got you," He says, his concetration on me. I refrain from rolling my eyes.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"Okay dad. I'm sorry. I really just wanted to make the team, but I'm not even sure if I did." I mumble, and he scratches his eyebrow. "It's okay. Make sure she doesn't pass out at school today. Keep her away from that Oli guy, or whatever." He adds, and me and Jen both nod our heads in agreement. "Love you, dad." Jen throws in, before we scram out of the car, hurrying up the bus. I step up the stairs and decide to sit next to Liza, leaving Jen to sit next to Dana in the back.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">I watch as Marina and Bekah enter, Rebekah's hair in a neat fishtail braid. She wears some cute designer boots which I really wish I could have for myself. Annie and Erlend enter behind them, talking about something that seems to make them content, due to the grinning on the surface of their face.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"Feeling better?" I ask, and she holds her head. "Really? Everybody's been asking me that ever since this morning. Can you please say something else besides that?" She asks, and I place my bookbag in front of my feet. "Sure. Is your head throbbing? Would you like some ice? Can you hear me good from your right ear? Aw, I'm sorry, am I too concerned?"

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">She groans.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"At least you and Colin won't mess up eachother's lives now." I mutter, and she looks out the window, not paying any attention to me. Seeing that she has a good grip on Mjollnir Jr., I stay quiet until the bus stops, and all three of the jocks, including Wes and Kate, come in. I notice Justin is shirtless, and smile, as he walks up to me.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"Hand it up?"

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"What?"

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"The twenty bucks. I wanna buy some music, maybe a new album."

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"Well, I really didn't think you'd do the dare from try-outs yesterday, so..." I keep my eyes off of his abs.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"You didn't bring it. Ugh. Thanks alot, Summer," He says, and I smirk as he walks off. Jen comes over and plops herself down, wedging me in between her and Liza. I groan.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"Wait, it was a bet? You bet him twenty dollars to come to school without a shirt on the football field yesterday? I thought it was a dare," Jen says, and I open up my bookbag, pulling out the blue jolly rancher my spanish teacher gave me.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"It was, but he wanted something for it. So I sorta lied." I answer, popping it into my mouth, trying not to let my flushed cheeks show.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"You're totally red," Jen teases and I roll my eyes. "You like him. Summer's got a cruuuushh. Summer likes-"

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">I shove one of my other jolly ranchers, green apple, into her mouth to make her shut up. I push mine to the side of my cheek, breaking it in half.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"I don't like Justin. Never in a million years I would," I smirk, and she squints at me.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"I think you're over-exaggerating, Summer. You know you're looking forward to biology class with him in front of you."

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"I'm totally not," I say, crossing my arms, sending a small glare her way. I watch as a blonde girl, the same one from yesterday's lunch, clings to him and he sighs, pulling her into a small hug. I feel my cheeks get a bit warm.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"There it is again!" She jumps up, and I motion her to hush. She calms down, but not completely.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">"Hey, regardless, shirtless guys are hot, but that doesn't mean I'm crushing. So just calm the hell down, okay?"

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">The bus comes to a halt and I rush off, not waiting to recieve any more teasing of Jen.

<p style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">My blushing isn't that noticeable...right? <h2 style="orphans:2;text-align:-webkit-auto;widows:2;">The Return Of Math - Liza's POV I walk into math class, our teacher giving me a dirty look as I pass by. Honestly, so what if I'm a year younger than most the kids in this class and so what if I have my siblings here, too? Honestly, I just stabbed a kid in the hand, you don't have to treat it like murder.

I sit down in the back as the kids slowly file in. My phone starts to vibrate in my back pocket, unnoticed by everyone. I tap on my desk as it continues to go off. I finally pull it out of my pocket and check the thousand messages.

Liza, really, I'm sorry.

Liza, did you get that message?

Hey, I'm sorry, please don't ignore me.

''Are you asleep? If not, please answer me </3''

''Liza, I know you have your phone one, you just texted Rebekah. Please...''

The messages continued on like that and I sigh, putting my phone into my back pack as the bell rings for class. I look at Jen who arrived on time today and roll my eyes before looking back at the teacher.

"Today, we'll be learning about the Quadratic Formula. You see, this formula..." he starts to drone on. I may be amazing at math but damn... I really hate this class.

I try to pay attention, writing the occasional note here and there as I try to pay attention. It gets to the point where I start randomly doodling a TARDIS with the tenth doctor sticking our, his 3D glasses the highlight of his profile.

"Liza," calls the teacher and I look up. "You seem to be very interested in the notes, but yet haven't looked up for the last five minutes. Would you like to give the answer to number ten?"

I look at the board, quickly solving the problem in my head. "X is negative one, plus or minus, because it can be either, the square-root of seventeen over two."

He stares at me for a moment. "Yes, alright. Do look up everyone once in awhile to show that you are still paying attention, though. One might assume you're drawing the fellow on your shirt."

I look down at my gray, "Keep Calm and Allons-y" shirt with an animated depiction of David Tennant's face with the 3D glasses.

"Nope, never would do that," I say, laughing as he goes back to the lesson. I laugh inwardly at myself. That'll show him to mess with me, haha! I say with another inward laugh. I then start to draw another tardis with the eleventh doctor because you just can't forget eleven... right?

Eh, that doesn't matter.

I finish the sketch of eleven and look up to see we still have twenty minutes in class. Crap... what do I do now? Mjollnir Jr pretends to write the notes on the board as our teacher scolds Wesley for incorrectly answering a question that he assumed to be the easiest thing ever.

I shake my head to myself before starting to draw the fourth doctor, making sure to look up at the teacher to avoid confrontation like earlier. I might just not be so lucky.

As the class ticks down to it's last second, I start to become antsy. Finally, the bell rings and I stand up, hurrying out of the class. "Freedom," I mutter to myself as I hurry through the halls to my next class.

Teasing In Biology - Jen's POV
After math and art, biology class awaits. I sit next to Summer as she tries to take a notebook out. My hand is now a navy blue, I wipe my hand on my jeans. Almost as soon as I sit down, he begins. A powerpoint is soon displayed on the board. I look over at Summer, who doesn't even move. Justin, still shirtless, sits in front of her, a good half foot taller than her and she doesn't even move an inch to see. I have to nudge her to look away.

"Summer, you know the lesson is on the board, right?"

"Yeah..yeah.." She shakes her head. "Of course."

She begins writing, catching up on the notes she's lost.

It only takes a couple minutes for her eyes to fall back on who's in front of her. I finally let her just copy my notes.

"You owe me." I whisper.

"Fine." She turns to me briefly and smiles. Then Justin turns around.

"Hey, I really don't mind this you know. I mean I can tell your looking at me."

She turns red. "No...that would be.."

He looks at her for a moment before answering, "Trust me, I don't care," he flashes a smile at her. "Want to sit together at lunch?"

She stutter, turning eve more red, "Sure..."

"Summer he likes you back." I smirk as he turns around again. I nudge her.

"Shut up."

"Please. You should know me by now, I don't shut up that's how I got detention, remember?"

She groans. "You're going to get it."

I smile. "I can practically see you drooling over there." I shift my notebook back to my desk.

"Shut..up."

"Make me."

Summer places her hand in her pocket and turns on her phone. She places the headphones in her ears.

'Dammit Summer, that's cheating."

I pull her phone off and turn it off.

"But that was my favorite song..." She sighs.

"So, like isn't your favorite guy in front of you?"

She groans. "You are going to give me hell about this."

"And you don't give that to me all the time?"

Summer is about to get pissed, but then the lunch bell rings. I grab my backpack and smile as I say, "Good luck with your date with Justin."

She wants to say something smart or foul back, I know it. Before she has the words to say I walk out into the hallway, making my way to the lunch room.

Then the dread comes. She's going to get revenge.

Truth or Dare - Summer's POV
I feel my legs shake the tiniest bit as I get out of my chair. Ugh. Dodging the feels isn't working so well for me right now.

Jen already skipped over to lunch, and a perfect idea comes to my mind as my cheeks are currently cooling down. I see Eli run across the hall yelling, "Jen, wait up!" I scoff, proud of myself to see him give me such a perfect plan.

Walking out the door, I see she stopped and turned around to talk to him. Justin had already left, leaving me with no distraction.

"Oooh, Eli, wanna know something?" I giggle, in the most girly-ish voice I could pronounce.

"Sure..what Summer?" He asks, and I elbow Jen as I walk up to her. "Jen has a big, fat crush on y-" I feel a shove and realize I'm pushed into the emptied out class next to me - French, with my hip banging itself on the teacher's desk. They look at me. I utter a shy aplology before going back into the hallway, rubbing my small injury.

"She's speaking nonsense. D-Dont listen to her...Eli..." She says, slightly tripping up on her speech. I smile.

Following behind them, I enter the lunchroom, right behind them. It's sorta hard to see behind Eli, though. I feel someone bump into my side, and yelp in pain. It's Oli.

"Oh great. You hurt my sister and now you wanna injure me too?" I question him, and he facepalms. "Whenever you see her, can you tell her that I'm really really sorry and I wanna take her out for ice-cream on S-Sunday?"

"Sure." I mumble, wrapping my arms around myself. "Thanks Summer," He says, walking with his lunch towards Justin. Justin smiles and waves, and I hold myself back from tripping over myself. I barely wave back, and Jen pushes me forward, Eli beside her. "Do you mind if I sit here today?" He asks me, and I grin.

"Sure, no problem. In fact, make yourself cozy by Jen," I add, sitting down next to Justin, Oli at the other end of the table. Liza sits by herself at a different table with Erlend, Annie and Wes. She doesn't say much and picks at her food.

I try not to pay too much attention as Justin sits next to me. My knees buckle under the table and I feel like I'm gonna melt.

"Running down to the riptide, taken away to the dark side.." I start to sing a bit of the lyrics from one of my favorite songs. Justin looks at me, and I look back at him.

"What?"

"Nothing...I just...was wondering what you were singing to."

"O-Oh. Um, it's really stupid. One of a few of the songs I favor..Um, Riptide. What's your favorite song?" I ask, clasping both of my hands.

"If so..Atlas Genius," He says, and I smile. I was gonna say something but I begin to focus on rather not him but Eli and Jen. Eli's face turns beet red and I find myself some revenge time.

"Eli, do you have a crush? I mean, it's obvious you do." I say, and he peers at me. "I might...but the same goes for you, Summer." Surrounding laughs come from the table and I twirl a strand of my hair, biting my lip.

"Well, I'm a bit more confident about it. You're the man here, though, aren't you?"

The giggles turn to 'Oohs'. Jen sends daggers at me in disapproval, probably because I insulted her 'boyfriend'.

"Alright, alright. Settle down. Let's play truth or dare. We all gotta admit, the lunch is disgusting and nothing is gonna pass time better than that." Oli smiles, and everybody goes with the idea.

"Okay, who first?" Jen asks, and everyone's eyes go to me. I attempt to cover my face with the sleeves of my shirt, but Justin pulls them back down. "Fine." I mutter, looking at Eli as my face brightens up.

"Truth or Dare, Eli?" I ask, and he wimps out.

"Truth." I smirk.

"Have you ever got feelings for Jen?" I ask, making both his and Jen's face turn bright pink. "Er..dare." He switches and I brush my hand through my hair.

"I dare you to answer that question."

"N-No. I won't. " He bickers, making Jen turn around so nobody would see how bright her face is, and refuses to say more. I cross my arms. "Chicken."

"Shut up, Summer." Jen interrupts, and I lean my head on Justin, feeling less nervous, for once. I yawn.

"Tired already?" He asks, and I look up at him.

"Yeah, thanks to your friend Oli, who decided to blow up Liza's phone last night I couldn't get some rest." I say, and he smirks. Eli looks at Jen. "Truth or Dare? I won't torture you."

She smiles warmly and picks truth. He asks whether she has ever gone into a boys bathroom, and she shakes her head. She looks at me, her red cheeks fading.

"Justin...Truth or Dare?" And what I feared he would say was...

"Dare."

"I dare you to kiss Summer on the cheek," She says, smiling proudly. I bury my face into the palms of my hands, my face on fire, before I feel a small peck at the apple of my cheek.

I don't dare to take them down, even after lunch is over.

Sweat, Rust, And... Vomit? - Liza's POV
I get into the gymnasium locker room and quickly change into the regulated uniform. I grab the red high-top all-star converse shoes, lacing them up and tying them. I sit on the little stone benches right beneath the lockers and wait for Summer and Jen to finish getting ready.

I grab a hair-tie out of my bag, putting my hair up in a ponytail, finding them to be taking too long. After another few minutes and with them not ready, I stand up and head out of the locker room.

As soon as my foot hits the gymnasium floor, Oli is running towards me. "Liza!" he shouts before stopping in front of me. "Listen, I really am sorry, I didn't mean to hit you with a football."

I huff, realizing I have no other option but to talk to him. "You can say sorry, it doesn't change the fact that you did hit me, okay? Fine, I'll say 'apology accepted' but it won't change anything."

"You'll even turn down going to get ice cream?" he asks as I push past him, walking towards the seats. I pause before turning around. "Sunday afternoon, just you and me."

"Fine," I say and he smiles brightly in accomplishment. He then hugs me tightly before dragging me to the seats, sitting down with an arm wrapped around my waist. Summer and Jen walk out and look at me. Summer shakes her head, smiling, and Jen keeps and emotionless face. They walk over and Summer sits down next to Justin. Jen sits down a few seats from Summer and I eye her.

"Jen, you okay? Eli's only sitting down there, I'm sure he would love some company," I say with a small smile. She gives me a death glare and scoots over another seat, as if it would keep me from messing with her.

Before I can do anything, the couch comes out of the locker room. "Alright princesses! We're going out to run the mile, and you will run because walking will lower your grade. If you do not come in within 14 minutes of running, you will get an 'F' and your grade this semester will fail!"

Several kids stare at the couch in shock. "Now, move it!" Everyone scrambles to get out of there. I see Jen as she tries to convince the coach that she has a bad case of 'Eli-ritis'. He then threatens to give her an automatic "F" and she is suddenly running for the door.

We arrive at the track as several kids look around. Justin and Oli smile, ready for the run, while others like Rebekah and Marina get concerned about their hair.

The coach blows the whistle and we are all off. The first lap was simple, but afterwards, hell broke loose and invaded Earth for all it's worth. Ooh, that rhymed...

On the second lap, Eli ran into the chain-link fence that runs right next to the track and stabbed his hand with a rusty piece of metal. He was, luckily, removed and sent to the nurse with his finger starting to become purple.

On the third lap, Annie ran over to the side of the lap and started to throw up. Just like Eli, she was removed from the track with a bad case of over-working herself and cramps.

And finally, on the last lap, Nathaniel tripped and scraped his knee, causing for a long open-would to go from his knee to mid-calf. He was screaming in pain and writhing on the ground in pain. The coach, once everyone was done, was shaking his head.

"What a group of princesses." The coach then lead us back into the gymnasium where everyone either sat around and watched the athletes play basketball or watched as Summer played a one-woman's game of volleyball. It made for an interesting class period.

Wanting to Disappear - Jen's POV
"I need to get my volleyball uniform." Summer says as we pull into the parking lot of Dick's Sporting Goods. I sigh, slamming the back door shut. "I need a new swimsuit."

Liza smirks as she has nothing she has to buy. Mom tells us she'll pick us up in an hour, since she has grocery shopping to do. Together, all of us have a hundred dollars to spend.

We walk through the automatic glass doors, as all around us, there are groups of students everywhere. Summer gets a cart and heads to the woman's section. She grabs some shorts and a tee, then turns to the Lingere aisle. She picks out a couple of sports bras and throws them in the cart.

As she turns around the corner, somebody runs into her. "Oh my god, are you.." The person stands up.

Her eyes widen. "Okay Justin?" He is still shirtless even after school.

I try to refrain from teasing her in front of him.

"Yeah." His hand holds the back of his neck. He's looking down, but turning pink.

Summer then looks down and starts to turn red. "Uh...so what are you here for?" She's trying to act calm but I know she just want that cart to disappear.

"Football uniform." He smiles, looking down. "..I can see what you're hear for.." She turns pink.

"Those aren't mine...those are uh..Jen's.."

"Dammit Summer, why do I always have to be it," I mutter under my breath.

"Cuz I'm so nice." She bats her eyelashes. I groan. "Well I need to get my swimsuit."

After looking at an abundance of swimsuits, I find a purple and teal bikini. Heading to the dressing room, I ask Summer "Can you tell me if it looks okay once I try it on?" She nods, still red.

"Thanks." I smile as I grab my number and walk in. Once I try it on, I close the door and head out. "Summer do you think.." Summer, stands there, but a few feet away Eli stands. "Damn, damn, damn..." I mutter.

"Yeah, it looks really nice on you Jen."

"Thanks." As soon as I start to walk away Eli looks up. "Crap," I whisper. I look down and turn away. My cheeks are starting to feel warm. "Hey Jen," He adds.

"Go away," I think, "From here this section, I don't care."

Once I change back into my skinny jeans and tee shirt, I walk out. "Nice now let me try on this uniform." She walks into the dressing room as Eli approaches. "Fudge, go away." I am turning red, I am sure of it.

"That looked nice on you."

"I don't want to talk about it." I say, my back turned to him.

"Okay. Can you turn around though?"

I slowly turn on my heel. "What?"

"I'm telling you the truth, you know that right?" He smiles, his cheeks turning slightly pink.

As I am about to turn more red, I hear Summer heading out of the dressing room. "How about this?" I turn around and see Summer, wearing her volleyball that is a little too..tight.

"Wow Summer..uh...that's really tight." I laugh. At the same time Justin walks out in his football uniform. "Crap." Summer mutters. His eyes are widening.

"Well at least that's better than what's in that cart," I giggle.

"Shut up." Summer hurries back into the dressing room. As I turn my back to talk to Eli, I realize he's gone. I throw my bikini in the cart as Liza returns in her normal clothes. "I need to get a size bigger." Summer laughs. We grab a size bigger and throw it in the cart.

"Now where's Liza?"

We head to the shoes, but on the way, the football section we see Liza, with none other than Oli. She must have just run into him, since she has a pair of shoes in her hands.

"Hey Oli.." She smiles.

"Hey."

"What's up?"

"I'm looking for my football uniform."

"I see," She is practically melting.

"What did you come in for," Oh nothing,' She shrugs. "My sisters needed stuff."

Liza puts her arm across the rack, as someone on the other side spins it, she trips into Oli.

"Damn, do you want to mess up that pretty face of yours?"

She blushes.

Then we approach her. "You wouldn't believe who we just saw..." Summer and I start.

"Who?"

"Justin and Eli."

"Ooh..details, she says, throwing the shoes in the cart.

As we head to the check out line, all of them are there.

Our conversations are stalled until we get back into the car.

Pillow Fight thats full of Lies - Summer's POV
I hug the bag that has my volleyball outfit inside close to my stomach. I give myself a few minutes to let my face cool down.

"Quite a sight, huh Summer? Huh? Huh?" Jen teases, elbowing me playfully. I keep my eyes stuck to the floor of the car seat.

"Yeah. Quite a sight for Eli, too," I argue, making her shut up. Damn, why'd I have to get a size too tight that literally looked like underwear on me? I mean, not like volleyball shorts were already like that, but really? And even though I can put on a nice act, that didn't happen inside Dick's Sporting Goods...

Surprisingly we still have about 4 hours until curfew, and I have no idea what's going on inside Liza's head. She mumbled something about Oli, though.

Jen continues to mess with me on the ride home, whispering things about a new ship name in my ear. Nope. Not gonna happen.

I'm the first to get out of the car and into my room, locking the door. I sigh, taking a while to process what's happening.

No...I couldn't possibly be crushing?

Pfft. I'm not easy. Jen might be.

But...Justin did look pretty alright in a football uniform.

And without a shirt.

I push the thought aside, picking out what I'm gonna wear tomorrow. I settle for plain white tee that has the names of everybody signing it from last year in different shades of sharpie marker. I also want to wear some black skinny jeans, designs with sequins on the back pockets, with a pair of white, high top converse. Putting the outfit on a hanger on the right side of my closet, I turn on the TV and watch Spongebob before Jen bursts through my door.

"Heeeyyyy Summerrr!" She says, dropping herself beside me at the edge of my bed. I look at her, annoyed.

"Hey Jen. Can you please no-"

"Torture you about what happened between you and you-know-who at the store today? Aha, no can do."

I take my favorite beanie that I wore Monday, and put it on my head, turning the sound up on the television. She raises her voice.

"JUSTINXSUMMER! JUSTINXSUMMER! JUSTINX-"

I hit her in the face with a pillow. She grabs one.

It's obvious what's gonna happen.

We're about to knock the crap out of eachother before Liza walks in, smiling.

"Wait, how the hell did you guys get in here?" I ask, and Liza points to one of the bobby pins securing her messy bun. I roll my eyes.

"JUSTIN-X-SUMMER!" Liza starts, and I get a firm grip on my pillow. I smack her on the side with it, avoiding her head because...well, you know.

They chant at me, starting to attack me with pillows. I get up, hitting Jen in the back with mine. "ELI-X-JEN," I begin, and Liza joins with me. Our focus is now on Jen, who tries to deny but can't really since we're both continuously throwing pillows against her face. Jen hits Liza's leg, getting up on the bed and jumping up and down before screaming -

"OLI-X-LIZA! OLI-X-LIZA! ITS O-FFICIAL! ITS O-FFICIAL!"

Which earns her a blow to the face.

We all laugh it off, though, hitting eachother back and forth, for a good 45 minutes, until we get tired and watch some more Spongebob.

Cause it's amazing.

The Theatre Musical is... Frozen? - Liza's POV
After a very boring Thrusday day of boring teachers and rude people. Also maybe chatting with Oli... maybe.

I sling my exploding-tardis bag over my shoulder and head over to the theatre where the Musical Theatre group was meeting for today.

I sit down on the edge of the stage, watching as the seats filled out one-by-one with people. Summer walks into the theatre and waves to me before sitting down near the front. I smile brightly. A sophmore being the assistant of the Musical Theatre teacher, meaning you would get to do a lot.... could life be better?

The drama teacher, Mrs. Quarine, walks in along with the Chorus teacher, Mr. Hiller. Mrs. Quarine nods to me and directs her attention to everyone, motioning for Mr. Hiller to take a seat next to me. He pauses before slumping down on the stage, a few feet away from me.

"Welcome to Musical Theatre. Today, we'll be learning about the musical we will be putting on in the fall. However, first, I'd like you to line up in front of Ms. Liza and state your name, email address, and if you would be working as an actor/actress or as stage crew." She waves her hand and several people come running at me. I take out a notebook and quickly jot down everyone's information. Once everyone was settled, Mrs. Quarine stands up.

"Alright, now, Mr. Hiller will be passing out a booklet with several musicals we can do for this fall. You will pick one of them, and only one, and hand the paper to Liza where she will tally it." Mr. Hiller starts to hand out the little booklets and everyone was quick to turn in the pamphlet.

I quickly tallied it. "Wow..." I murmur. "Of course they would pick Frozen." I hand the tallies to Mrs. Quarine and she face-palms.

"You all picked Frozen... why am I not shocked?" She shakes her head before putting on a smile. "We will be holding try-outs for the movie on the seventh of next month so we can work on the musical. Good luck, I'll be back in five minutes. You all can... practice."

She leaves, along with Mr. Hiller, and everyone jumps up and down before shouting the lyrics to Let It Go. I shake my head and grab the microphone off the stage, tapping it a few times. "Guys, I would suggest we either do improv or we start practicing some songs."

"Do the last one! I want to hear you sing!" Summer shouts, giggling. I laugh a little before thinking over what song I want to sing. I finally decide that since I tend to look more like Elsa, I should just do what everyone else was previously shout-singing.

"The snow glows white on the mountain tonight, not a footprint, to be seen..." I start and a few cheers answer me. "A kingdom of isolation... and it looks like I'm the queen."

I continue to sing, getting applause every once in awhile. "My power flurries through the air into the ground! My soul is spiraling in frozen fractals all around!" Near the back of the theatre, I hear Erlend as he tries to sing along, only to get slapped, making me try to hide my laughter. "And one thought crystalizes like an icey blast! I'm never going back... the past is in the past! Let it go, let it go! And I'll rise like the break of dawn! Let it go, let it go! That perfect girl is gone! And here I stand... in the light of day!" I pause, holding the note a bit longer than I should have. "Let the storm rage on!" I smile. "The storm never bothered me any way."

A few people cheer and clap and I curtsy, putting the mic back on the stand. We quickly grow into a pattern of people going up and singing while the crew just sits around. I smile, these kids were good. Really good. It almost shocked me.

Mrs. Quarine returns with the scripts with music in them. She passes them out to those who choose to be an actor/actress for this school year, giving me the last copy. She then checks her watch. "Well, it's the 4 pm! Time to get home! See you all next Thursday!"

We all then flood out of the theatre, some of them happy, but I, for one, am excited.

Getting Ready - Jen's POV
I check my phone one more time before I get ready just to make sure. After a boring day of school, just a couple of begining of the year diagnostic exams, Eli invited me to the back to school party that Wes is hosting. Justin also invited Summer, along with Oli invited Liza. It was a pool party, so I could wear my new bikini. What a coiencedence.

I sigh as I change into my bikini. Summer wears her black one with a teal bow and Liza wears a floral one. Mine is blue, covered in plaid and with a bow in the front. I wear my lace kimono as a coverup, run a brush through my hair and slip on my sandals.

"I am so excited," Summer exclaims while brushing her hair. "Like seriously, this is going to be the best party ever."

"I know."

As Liza and Summer finish getting ready, I pick up my phone. Eli is already there. We're taking to long.

"Can we hurry up?" I ask still looking at my phone.

"Sure," Summer smiles. "Just more shipping for me." She nudges me. I groan.

"Sumtin is the ultimate ship and you know that."

She doesn't respond.

When we all finish getting ready, we tell our mom we'll be back home before curfew hopefully.

"Have fun at your friend Dana's house." She smiles.

We shut the door behind us and start walking to Wes' house. Practically all of us are bursing out of our skin. We talk about what it's going to be like until we reach the door.

When we approach the door, I can hear the music blasting in the background. Liza has to bang on the door to get Wes' attention.

The door swings open and Wes lets us in. I gape at the sight.

Everyone is partying like no tomorrow. "Oh my gosh Maps." We all smile. I think practically everyone loves that song.

Eli recognizes me and runs to my side.

Summer coughs "Jeli is so the best ship."

I glare at her until Justin reaches her side.

"You look nice," He eyes her.

She turns pink.

"Dare to tell me Sumtin isn't real one more time." I laugh as Eli and I head to the pool.

As I dip my toes into the water to see how warm it is, Eli shoves me in.

I gasp. "Don't you dare."

"I think I'll already did." He smirks.

He jumps into the pool beside me.

I pull my kimono off and throw it to the side.

I already know this is going to be the best night and it's only just started.

Suck and Blow - Summer's POV
I sit on the couch, deciding what I want to do. Jen is already hanging out with Eli by the pool and Liza and Oli are dancing to music. For me, I don't know what I want to do. There is a cool racing game on the screen, though, that I might play after Erlend and Joan finish their match.

Once it's done, I grab a controller, and Justin walks up. "Wanna play?"

"Sure. Don't cry when I beat you, though, Summer." He teases, and I punch him playfully in the arm.

"You wish I would."

The game starts and I'm already speeding off. Justin keeps trying to slow me down with lame instructions.

"You're going to fast. Your turns aren't gonna be smooth and I'll beat you." He says, and he makes his car push mine into a rail. The side mirror of my Sky-blue Camaro snaps off.

"You jerk! You distracted me," I say, and he smiles, now in the lead. I continue to speed up my car, even though what he said was right, causing me to crash into trees and what not a couple of times.

On the screen, I see he's almost at the end of the finish line before he makes his car stop. I furrow my eyebrows. Leaning over, he wraps his arms around me, taking my hands off of the control and replacing them with his, and steers my car right past his Porsche, making me win the game. I grin.

"Maybe you are a gentleman," I add, and he just beams back, saying "Maybe". Erlend winks at me, making a heart with his hands and I roll my eyes.

The music stops playing and I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear, looking over at Wes. His arms are in the air over his head, causing everybody to become quiet.

"Well, since it seems like everybody is her-" He is cut off by Sam stumbling through the door. "Sorry, I'm late..Er...Wes..." He mumbles, all eyes directed towards him.

"Anyways, we should play a game." He dangles a card in his hands and I try to find out what we're gonna play. "Are we playing solitaire?" I ask, breaking the silence and turning this into a guessing game.

"Yeah! Or, um, Spades?" Dana guesses, and Wesley facepalms.

"Or Blackjack?" Oli suggests, Liza smiling like there isn't a tomorrow next to him. They're holding hands...

"Are you guys serious...Those are boring. We're playing suck and blow, idiots." He mutters, everyone shutting up. I turn around like I didn't say anything.

"So lets gather around the pool table. Make a circle, boy-girl,"  He says, and everyone does so. I'm the third to get there, Justin on my right and Oli on my left. Liza glares at me for choosing to be next to him, and I just stick my tongue out at her.

"Basically you suck the card and blow it to the next person and they repeat. If you drop it you can either choose to be eliminated or, kiss the person if you want to stay. That only happens once, though." Wes says, and everyone goes on with it. I make a small signal to Jen and she sends a death glare at me. I smile, thinking of a way to make her drop the card. I take out the rubber band in my hair I used to secure my hairstyle and put it in between my fingers, into a shooting position. I position it under the table, aiming for her left shin.

This brings back memories of last year.

Erlend starts, passing it to Kate and Kate passes it to Blake. Blake sucks it in and blows it to Emilia, who tries to pass it to Joan but fails to do so, causing her and Joan to be eliminated. Small giggles arise, including me. The game continues and I prepare to send the rubber band at Jen's leg, once Eli takes the card from Annie. He turns to pass it to Jen, and I send it flying, hearing a small smack once it hits her leg. She grunts through her teeth, failing to get the Ace card. "Kiss him, Jen. You wanna get eliminated this early?" I ask her, and she looks at me. "I hate you."

She turns to Eli and kisses him.

Let's just say I was disappointed it wasn't on the lips.

I smile, and it eventually gets to Justin. He passes it to me, and I pass it on to Oli, having to somewhat stand on my tippy-toes to pass it over. He drops it when Liza was about to catch it, and I roll my eyes. "Whoops. Oh well," He says fakely, and leans towards Liza - but she steps back.

"Thats a shame. I guess we're eliminated." She bats her eyelashes and Oli gives her a look of disapproval. "Need some ice for that burn?" I question him, and he doesn't say anything back.

The game keeps going until everyone's out. Bee and Connor end up winning.

And I'm certain Jen can't wait to earn her revenge at every party's common game.

Spin the Bottle.

A "Friendly" Game of Spin The Bottle - Liza's POV
Wesley left the party for a few minutes, claiming he had to go to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I didn't believe him when he came back with an empty bottle of Samuel Addams' Laager.

He leads everyone over to the living room where he has a round table set up. "Tell me again, Wesley, where are your parents?"

"Screw parents," he says with a smirk. "The game is always more fun without parental supervision." He sets the bottle down in the middle and everyone sits down. Colin and Oli sit right next to each other and I sit across from them. Summer and Jen join me, sitting next to me as the table slowly fills in, Justin across from Summer, Eli some-what across from Jen.

"Alright suckers," Wesley says, catching everyone's attention. "We'll be playing Spin-The-Bottle. Now... The rules. It has to be lip-to-lip, you have to kiss the person you land on or spin again if it lands inbetween two people, and then, my favorite rule, you have to have some relation to the person. For example, Liza darling, spins the bottle and it lands on Dana. Unfortunately, she doesn't know Dana, so she'd have to spin again until it land on someone else, even if it means it lands on Summer."

A few giggles arise from the group. "Alright, since I named her, Liza, you're up first." Wesley sits down, three spots away from me. I take the bottle and spin it. All eyes glue on the bottle as it spins around and around before it starts to slow drastically. Come on...

It starts to slow to a stop, not quite past Colin yet. ''Come on, come on... ''It inches to point at Oli before coming to a stop. I smile and I think I hear Wesley mutter something along the lines of, "Beginner's luck". Summer shoves me out of my spot, and I move around the table to Oli, who is just shaking his head, a smirk on his face. I sit down next to him and he pulls me onto his lap.

"You so made us lose," he mutters under his breath.

"I know," I say with a smile before kissing him. I separate the kiss and smile at him before walking back over to my seat next to Summer and Jen. Wesley rolls his eyes. "Oli, spin the damn bottle already." Oli breaks out of whatever was keeping him stationary and spins the bottle, it landing on Cas.

"Two hotties in a row, Oli, that's just not fair," Wesley says under his breath. "This is my party... maybe I should have spun first... Oh well, too late." Oli and Cas start to kiss and I start to feel a little jealous before remembering it was just a game.

The game progresses and comes to a halt with Jen muttering every curse word she knows as Eli spins and lands on her. He comes over and kisses the girl, on the lips this time, making her turn a deep scarlet red.

The game starts to come to an end, everyone has pretty much had some reaction with another, either by kissing them or laughing with them as too socially awkward people kissed. That's when finally the last ship is complete.

Justin, after just having to kiss Rebekah, spins the bottle. It starts to swirl in a fast-moving pace before slowing down. It moves past me and makes a full rotation, coming to a stop on...

Summer.

Jen chuckles off to the side. "Revenge, dear sister, revenge," Jen says with a smile, making me laugh softly to myself. Justin comes over and kisses Summer for a bit longer than necessary. Once the two finally stop kissing, leaving Summer crimson-red and Justin with a smile permanently glued to his face for the rest of the night, Wesley calls the game to an end, allowing us all to roam about for awhile.

I sit down on the couch before anyone can even think of moving there. Oli sits down next to me and drapes his arm over my shoulders. "I hope you realize you are the only exception."

"How many times are you going to say that?" I ask him.

"As many as it takes." He says with a smile, leaning in to kiss me. I move my head to the side and he only kisses my cheek, making him upset. "Just make life difficult for me."

"That's what every day of my life is like," I say with a shrug, watching Summer and Jen from the living room couch.

Not Your Average Musical Chairs - Jen's POV
"So gather around, next game is an old favorite. Musical chairs." Wes smirks.

Groans arise in the crowd. I don't care, as long as I don't have to kiss Eli again tonight. My cheeks still burn.

"Except I'm going to count whoever's toes are off the ground, is safe. That means that lap sitting is allowed." He grins at the thought.

"Oh goodness." Some people say. Others laugh.

"I..don't know anymore.." I sigh.

Wes turns on a playlist, filled with songs such as Fancy and Chandelier.

The music comes to an abrupt stop and I rush to the chair nearest me. Somehow, I make it through the first round with nobody sitting on my lap. I breathe a sigh of relief.

A chair is taken out of the circle and another song fills the room.

I walk, but some people dance to the music. As the song stops some people groan. I manage to get on the chair without anyone sitting on my lap again. Only Dana is sitting is sitting on someone's lap - Colin. I almost burst out laughing.

The music stops barely a second into the next song, "What the-"

Summer stands there confused for a minute and sits on Justin's lap, glaring at me. I giggle as I say, "match made in heaven. " I am shocked when Justin kisses her on the cheek when she's sitting there. She turns bright red.

"Sumtin." I giggle.

"Shut up."

The next round comes and the music seems to drone on.

Everyone is suprised when the music actually ends.

It catches me off guard and I just awkwardly stand there, rubbing my elbow.

Summer's eyebrows raise.

I groan, sitting down on Eli's lap.

Liza is sitting on Oli's lap, turning red.

Summer giggles.

"Oh my gosh, when are you ever going to learn to shut the hell up Summer?" I roll my eyes. She gapes, not thinking of anything to say. I smile.

When it's just me, Summer, Eli and Justin left, I purposely don't sit down. Justin and Summer win. I don't feel like getting bothered the rest of the night.

I grab my kimono back from the patio. Then I sit back on the couch and watch everyone else.

I was starting to get cold. Eli tries to usher me back to the pool. Telling the offer down, he walks away, to the pool finding some of his other friends. Summer sits besides me and starts teasing me.

We go back and forth until Justin calls her over. She almost automatically leaves, turning pink.

I, then, sit alone for a while, watching all the others party.

This couldn't be any more awkward.

Winks - Summer's POV
I notice Wesley lining up 10 chairs in a circle, and I raise my eyebrows. "I wonder what he's using that for," Justin says, his breath brushing against my shoulder. I shrug.

"Probably a new game," I say, smiling. "Hopefully it's as interesting as the others." Justin winks, and I blush.

My eyes avert to Jen, who's sitting by herself on the couch. My dancing to "Love Somebody" by Maroon 5 slowly comes to a halt and I walk over to her.

"What are you doing? Come on, it's a party, Jen. Let go for a bit," I say, heaving her arm. She doesn't bother to budge. "No. Summer, I don't want to talk about it," She snaps.

I let go of her wrist and am about to go back to Justin, Liza and Oli before Wesley claps, getting everybody's attention.

"All the girls, sit in a chair." He commands, and I sit in one close to the middle. Rebekah sits across from me, crossing her legs in a proper manner before looking back up at Wes. Jen sits beside her, and Liza settles down beside my chair. I try looking at Jen, but she ignores me.

Wes nods after each girl attending the party is sitting in one, although there's one that's empty. "Boys, take your pick. Stand behind one of them."

I am a little bit surprised once Justin doesn't stand behind me, but I forget about it since it's a party. Oli stands behind Liza, obviously, and Eli behind Jen. Blake stands behind me, and Connor stands over by Rebekah. She giggles softly. Everyone else pairs about, without a word, but I can hear a few 'oohs' and 'aahs' coming from those surprised or those shipping a pair. Justin becomes the one without a chair.

I spell "Jeli" in thin air once Jen looks my way and somehow Eli sees it also. She flips me off, but Eli grins discreetly.

"Although I must say I'm stunned by who chose eachother, let's begin. The game is simple. Since Justin is without a girl in his chair, he must wink at one to bring her to his without the boy standing behind her grabbing her back. In example, if Dana were to try and leave Colin and he grabs her, she has to retreat to her spot. If she does, succeed, however, Justin now has her in the chair and Colin must figure out a way to steal another girl into his own."

Liza smirks, and Blake scoffs. I look at Justin, trying to send him a signal not to pick me. It'll be obvious to Blake.

I think he realizes it because he nods unnoticeably with his head.

"Start." Wes says, and Justin sighs. I can tell Rebekah is looking at him and he winks at her. She runs across from her own to his chair, and Connor mutters a curse.

His eyes alter around the circle at every girl and they eventually fall on Liza. He winks and she attempts an escape, but Oli catches her and shoves her back down. "You can't get away from me, babe," He says softly, and she rolls her eyes, somewhat upset.

Eli catches Jen three times before she can finally go to Colin's chair. She crosses her arms, finally free from him.

Connor's eyes go to me, another wink, and I break free from the chair I was in, landing in Connor's chair. Blake stares me down.

It alternates, going around with every girl going into every chair.

Well, except for me. I still haven't gotten to Justin yet.

Not that he hasn't winked at me, but just that Eli has a firm grip and slammed me back down, possibly hurting my back.

I sigh, tapping my foot impatiently.

Justin makes a second attempt, biting his lip and winking at me seductively again.

I daze off into another world, melting, before I realize I have to switch.

I jump up and get to his, sitting down and Eli rolling his eyes.

"Well, thats game." Wesley declares, and everyone gets up and leaves. Justin squeezes my shoulders.

"Nice," He says, and I grin. "We should go to the pool. We haven't been there yet. My hair shouldn't stay this perfect after the party is over, you know."

He flashes a smile.

Walking over to the pool, through the kitchen, I notice Jen is drinking some punch, Eli blabbing about some wicked thing he saw Thursday. I catch him give her a kiss on the forehead, and her jaw drops. I manage to snap a photo of that on my iPhone, and a selfie of me, because I felt like it, with Justin photo-bombing in the back.

Needless to mention thousands of others including Erlend, Blake, Bekah, and basically everybody at the party.

I continue walking to the pool, and feel a shot of something extremely cold on my back. I scream.

Flipping around, Justin stands there with a water gun. "Oh, it's on," I mutter, stealing one that Joan had in his hand. He looks up, saying "Thanks for getting my permission."

I put my phone in the grass.

I don't pay any mind to what he says before shooting Justin in the face. It takes him a while to wipe it off, so I shoot him again at his side. He laughs, shooting my stomach.

I hold it, trying not to say anything. The water is ice-cold, Wes must have put it in the freezer and filled the large guns up with a ton of it.

Another spray goes into my hair and I shiver, shooting at his feet. I get him back, shooting water into his hair as well. It's now completely lost of it's hair gel. He shudders. "Fine."

He throws the gun aside, and walks over to me. I keep mine in my hand.

Guiding me towards the pool. I spray some for extra fun into his face, once more, before throwing it back over to wear Joan and Erlend are playing pool volleyball.

"What are you doing?" I ask, and he doesn't reply. Instead, he grabs my hand, and we both jump in, the cold water splashing against me.

The End of Something Beautiful - Liza's POV
I sit with Oli on the couch, laughing as he cracks some stupid joke as my phone continues to go off every few seconds, the lyrics to, "Misery" by Maroon 5 would blare, causing a few people to silence if they heard it.

Once it goes off for about the umpteenth time tonight, I finally excuse myself and head outside, where the loud music is muffled behind the walls of the house.

"Hello?" I ask, covering one ear so I could hear the person on the other end of the line.

"Elizabeth Jane, where the HELL are you, Summer and Jennifer?" I hear my mother's voice question on the other end of the line.

Oh crap... "We're at Dana's house, honestly mom. Everything is alright, there is nothing going on at all, Summer is just playing her music really loudly."

"Oh really? Dana's mother seems to disagree with that statement, claiming Dana said she was coming over to our house." Oh crap, we are going to die... "So, I want some answers now or else you are all grounded for... FOR UNTIL COLLEGE!"

Jen storms out of the house and takes one look at my face to know that I am on the phone with mom. Her eyes widden and she runs back into the house, going to retrieve Dana and Summer.

"Honestly mom," I say, starting to laugh, "Dana is with us, we decided to go over to Bee's house, we thought Dana told her mom that because Dana called us after we left. We decided we wouldn't have to tell you because we were going to be coming home around the same time."

"Oh really? Do I need to head over to Bee's house now? Or how about I just hang up and call her mother right now." Mom's threat starts to make me nervous but I put on my best act.

"Her mom works late or did you forget that? Her dad's watching us and he doesn't know your number or vice versa. Mom, we're fine, we'll be home soon, okay?" There is a long pause of silence as Summer, Bee, Dana and Jen run out of the house. I smile, Jen knew my plan without even hearing it... smart child.

"Let me talk to Bee then, I want to know you are at her house." I hand my phone to Bee who starts to talk to our mom. I smile and hug Summer and Jen. As long as we're back in... what time was it again? I grab Summer's phone and check the time. ''Oh crap... it's an hour past curfew.... no wonder she's pissed.''

Bee hands me back the phone and mom's voice seems so much more relaxed than before. "Alright Liza, Bee says you are all on your way back home, says her dad ran out to get something, left you all there alone. You can start walking and maybe you'll make it home before midnight."

"Alright mom, I'll see you then!" I say and hang up, sighing to Summer and Jen. "Bad news, party is over, mom wants us to start walking home."

They both groan and we quickly head into the house, saying goodbyes to everyone before hurrying off to our own homes.

We drop Dana off at her house, saying a quick hello to her mother who looks pretty livid. We then start to run down the street to our house, hoping to make it in time. My eyes continuously check the time. 11:34, we can make it...

We slam through the front door and mom is sitting in her recliner. She points upstairs and we quickly run up the stairs. I laugh a little, heading towards the end of the hallway where my bedroom door was. I wave a quick goodbye to Summer and Jen and enter my dark blue bedroom. I change into a tank-top and shorts before crawling into bed, grabbing my tablet, and watching Sherlock.

Mom won't mind if I stay up for a few more hours.... right?

We Can't Be Grounded That Long-Right? -  Jen's POV
"Haha, I even got a picture of it." Summer giggles.

"No, no, no...you did not."

She pulls out her phone and shows me the picture.

"Oh my gosh Summer."

"You're so blushing."

"Dammit Summer, I'm not." I grab the phone out of her hand and try to delete the picture. Summer grabs it back.

"I need those memories Jen."

"Shut up Summer."

"Make me. Jen and Eli..." She starts singing.

"Summer, are you five?"

"No.."

"You seem like the youngest child." I roll my eyes.

"I don't care." She resumes singing.

I sigh, falling into my beanbag.

"You should."

Liza walks in, already dressed.

"I just woke up..why are you dressed.." I start.

"School supply shopping."

"Oh."

I groan, as I shove Summer out of my room, still singing. I happened to reach for her phone and delete the picture before she shows the whole school. I sigh. I am a mess.

I change into my skinny jeans, Dean Winchester tee and sandals. After combing my hair and walking out, I see Summer in a skirt and some flats.

"Who you getting dressed up for?" I ask, nudging her.

"Nobody."

"Sure.." I smirk. "Justin perhaps?"

"Shush." She mutters under her breath.

"Welcome to my world."

We rush out the door and pile into the car. Each of us need a massive amount of supplies. I thought I bought enough a couple weeks ago.

"I hate school supply shopping." I groan. Liza and Summer agree.

When we arrive at Target, I am relieved. A whole twenty minutes of Summer teasing me is not my idea of fun.

Walking out of the car, Summer keeps persisting. "God dammit shut the hell up Summer."

"Language." Mom says, glaring at me.

I try to refrain from rolling my eyes.

Now we're not even trusted to go shopping by ourselves. She insisted that she went with us, since she also has grocery shopping to do.

"This sucks." Liza says, kicking her foot to the ground.

"Yep." Summer looks down.

"How long do you think we're grounded for?"

"Until you leave for college." Mom interupts.

As I walk through the automatic doors, Summer, Liza and I run over to the school supply section, with mom going to the grocery, just a few aisles over.

Before we move an inch Mom states, "We meet at checkout lane thirteen in forty-five minutes, any later and you're going to be grounded even more-understand?"

We mumble in agreement.

She walks away, pissed.

"So, school supply shopping.." Liza says.

Singing inside of...Target? - Summer's POV
I brush my fingers through my straightened hair. Plugging in my earphones connected to my phone, I turn on "Thank You" by MKTO. I sing along softly to it, picking up a pack of different colored highlighters.

"Don't tell us how, tell us how to live our lives," I murmur with the song, dropping it into the shopping cart I had taken by myself. Liza comes up.

"Hey Liza," I say, and she smiles. "You look pretty," She compliments me, and I straighten out small wrinkles in blue and white chevron skirt, and my white, ruffly vest, a black bandeau hiding underneath. "Thanks," I reply, tossing in a packet or two of papermate mechanical pencils in my cart. She grabs a pack of pencil-top erasers and puts it into her basket gripped in her left hand.

I feel a vibration in my back pocket and pull out my phone. A message is on the screen.

"Heyyy Summer" It shows. I reply, confused.

"Who's this?"

"Justin..Liza gave Oli your number and Oli gave it to me."

I roll my eyes, looking at Liza. She obviously understands, giggling under her breath.

"Oh, okay."

"Whatcha doing?(:"

"School shopping, so ew."

"Haha, true. Well I'll text you later?"

"Sure"

Liza steals my phone out of my hands, putting a whole bunch of hearts after the message is sent. I smack her hand, retrieving my phone quickly. She pouts.

"I didn't send them though!" She puts on a sad face.

"Oh well. Send them to Oli on your own phone." I snap back, shoving mine into my back pocket once more. I spent the whole night texting Dana and Emilia, getting both of their numbers from the party. Luckily I didn't get caught.

I take 5 binders and stick them in the cart, along with the same amount of different colored folders. I get 3 stacks of paper, 2 of them colleged ruled and the other one wide-ruled.

I figure that's enough, and I pay for a 6 dollar mascara with my own money I found in a washed pair of shorts, without mom finding me at the check-out line.

I pass by the guitar section and see a ukelele propped on a stool, besides the violins and acoustic guitars sitting on the stands. My previous song changes to "Riptide". I sit down on the stool, taking the ukelele in my hands. I hope my music teacher taught me well.

"I was scared of dentists and the dark..." I begin, singing along with the music in my ears. I forget about my surroundings, paying attention to the ukelele and the song more than anything else in this store.

"I was scared of pretty boys and starting conversations - oh all my friends are turning green," I continue to sing, taking a small breath and looking around to see a small child, no more than 9 years old sitting in front of me. I smile.

"You're the magician's assistant in their dreams." Another girl, possibly his sister, sits criss-crossed beside him. Her knee is barely touching his, and they both beam back at me.

"Oh, and they come unstuck. Baby, running down to the riptide, taken away to the dark side I wanna be your left hand girl," I switch up a few words from the song, sorting them into my own. Another teenager, around my age, comes up, and leans his back on a shelf. He must go to a different school. I feel my cheeks become warm, not being used to so much attention and would rather think people would realize my singing as horrible and not utterly close to good.

"I love you, when you're singing that song and, I gotta lump in my throat, cause, you're gonna sing the words wrong." Another guy my age comes up, giving me a thumbs up. "There's this movie that I think you'll like," I begin after playing the ukelele for a bit. I lighten up my voice a little, not feeling as nervous as before. I notice a crowd coming around.

"This guy decides to quit his job and head to New York City - this cowboy, he's running from himself...And she's been living on the highest shelf."

I still have my headphones plugged in.

"Ah, ooh, Oh, woah, and it comes unstuck. Baby, running down to the riptide, taken away to the dark side, i wanna be your left-hand girl. I love you, when you're singing that song - and - I gotta lump in my throat, cuz you're gonna sing the words...wrong."

I finish the song with a smile and hear alot of applause. I see Liza and Jen, smiling back in approval, Jen recording it on her phone. I actually earn myself a few bucks. Mom stands behind them, beaming as well.

Hopefully that takes off a few years of our ground punishment.

And I'm still pretty darn impressed to see that I made seventeen bucks inside of target.