Disclaimer: I don't own the BSC.

Note: I just wrote this because I can't stand Mary Anne, Logan and Stacey. If you don't like the plot, don't review.

"I love you," Stacey whispered as snow began to fall from the gray sky.

"I love you too, Stacey," her boyfriend said back to her, a sweet smile on his face. The two were sitting in a horse-drawn carriage, except there was no driver, and it wasn't moving.

They stepped off. A skating rink suddenly appeared in front of them, and Stacey hopped onto it, magically wearing skates all of a sudden.

"It's frozen," Stacey called out to her lover, as he slipped on his skates and merrily took her by the hands and twirled her around like a ballerina. They embraced.

The two smiled at each other, and Stacey leaned over to give him a passionate kiss…

"Stacey!"

Stacey looked up from her English notebook, blushing. She had been dreaming about her boyfriend again.

"Stacey McGill, please pay attention!" snapped Mrs. Trellis. She tapped her finger nails against Stacey's desk. "I was saying, if you know how to use the word 'resistance' in a sentence."

"Uhhh…"

The bell rang, meaning that English was done for the day. Stacey grinned, hopping out of her seat. "Sorry Mrs. Trellis, guess I'll have to answer your question tomorrow!"

Before her teacher could protest, Stacey ran out the room, her book bag thumping against her stomach.

"Oh, hi Stacey!" said Mary Anne, out of nowhere.

"Um…hi," Stacey said. She began to back away.

"What's wrong, Stace?" Mary Anne asked. The cheesy smile on her face faded.

The truth was, Stacey hated Mary Anne. She thought she was too sensitive, and she had no fashion sense. She was a big baby to Stacey.

"Nothing. I have to go, I guess." Stacey turned around and abandoned Mary Anne.

"Whew," Stacey said as she approached her locker, safe from her so-called 'friend.' "That was close!"

There was more to Stacey's reason for despising Mary Anne. It was because Logan Bruno, her boyfriend, was Stacey's long-time crush. She had liked him ever since he had sat with them at lunch at the beginning of the school year. She couldn't help it, but she thought she was hotter than Mary Anne.

Stacey walked down the hall, ready to go to Math. As she entered the classroom, she noticed Logan sitting down at his desk.

"Late," said Mr. Zizmore in a stern voice. Stacey rolled her eyes when he wasn't looking.

She took a seat by Logan.

"Hi, Stacey," he said, looking at her.

Ahh! Eek! Logan spoke to me! I knew he liked me, I knew it! Muahahaha!

"Oh, hi," Stacey said casually. She gave him her movie-star smile.

"So what are you doing on Monday night?" Logan asked.

He wants to ask me out! Haha! In your face, Mary Anne!

"Oh, nothing," she said just as casually.

"Great. Then can you take care of Hunter and Kerry while I'm out with Mary Anne? My parents have to go to a party," Logan said.

Stacey felt her jaw drop. She had just basically taken a sitting job! Ugh! Mary Anne was going to PAY!

"No, I'm afraid not," Stacey answered coolly. "Because I…because…uhhh…I…have to…call…someone…"

"For a whole night?" Logan whispered, confused.

"YOU TWO BACK THERE!" Mr. Zizmore shouted. "Detention after school! For talking!"

Ugh! That is so uncool. I hate Mr. Zizmore.

Math passed by slowly, and finally, Stacey was let out. Just as she exited the classroom, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Stacey, I've called Claudia, Kristy, Dawn, Mallory, Jessi and Shannon. They're busy on Monday night. Please, can you wait until Tuesday to make that call?"

Stacey stared at Logan. He was her crush, after all. And he was nearly pleading with her. And (shriek) he was touching her shoulder. How could she refuse?

"Okay, I guess," Stacey answered. She gave him another movie-star smile and stepped outside. She expected Logan to follow her, but instead, he went over to Mary Anne (who was waiting for him at his locker) and draped his arm around her shoulder.

(AN: How do you like it? Stupid? Funny? Weird? Sad? I know I made Stacey OOC, but I love it when she's mean. It's HILARIOUS.