Disclaimer: I only own the ocs which are based off of my best friend and I.

I crept forward slowly so my footsteps on the old creaky floorboards wouldn't alert the blonde girl to my presence. The blonde girl in question was my best friend Kristen Rose. She was sitting on a rotating stool while she checked her e-mails from her various pen pals around the world. She was wearing a blue tank top, probably to match her eyes, under a purple plaid button down shirt that was left undone, shorts, and white tennis shoes.

I let an evil grin slide across my face. This was just going to be awesome. Sure she was going to whirl around and smack me but it would be more than worth it. Heck any chance I had to get under Kristen's skin was worth the price. I poked Kristen in her sides. She screeched and whirled around smacking me in the arm. See what I mean?

"Nicky!" She shouted in both surprise and anger. I doubled over in laughter. Than I lost my balance and fell on my butt.

"Geez Kris." I chuckled. She sounded as if I had messed with her collection of zippo lighters. Half of which I had given her. Kristen is a pyromaniac but I liked the different designs that zippos came in.

"Don't geez Kris me! What did you think you were doing?" Kris demanded standing so she was towering over me. When both of us were standing Kristen was only a couple of inches taller than me which was quickly taken care of by the boots I wore thought at the moment I was currently on the floor, clutching my sides, and choking down my laughter.

"Um... Trying to get your attention?" I lied though I purposely made it a question.

"What for?" Kristen demanded. Man did she have to shout? All I did was poke her in the side... And make her scream like a freaking cheerleader when the lights suddenly went out. That's what had her so mad. I chuckled and pushed myself to my feet.

"For school. 'Cause unless you want to be late we need to go." I told her dusting off the back of my skirt. Kristen sighed and ran a hand through her hair.

"Alright. Let me grab my bag. I'm assuming you drove over." She finally agreed. I grinned.

"Yeah. I'm gonna go wait in my truck." I told her before turning and walking out of her room. The sky was gloomy and grey, perfect for a Monday. My truck was parked across the street from Kristen's house. It's cherry redness stood out from the dull colors the neighborhood was made of. I grinned and walked across the street with only a quick glance over either shoulder. Kristen always said that that would be my downfall. I answered that I would laugh and greet death like an old friend should it befall me as I was crossing the street.

I made it to my truck without incident and slid into the driver's seat. Kristen came out a few minutes later her baby blue messenger bag resting at her hip the strap over her head. That was Kristen for you. Most of her stuff was blue. Her phone, I-pod, laptop, etc. Kristen walked around the front of the truck and opened the door before carefully getting in. Shame that all Kristen's poise, grace, and innocence was all an act. How anyone ever mistaken her for an angel I would never know.

"You do realize my neighbors have called the cops on you more than once right?" She asked me as she pulled her mid-length hair into a ponytail.

"Why would they do that?" I asked pulling into the street.

"Because when you park across the street in a blood red truck with a bed long enough to hide a body they think you're some kind of stalker-slash-murderer." I laughed.

"So they think I'm evil but don't suspect the same from the girl I'm here to visit who just so happens to be their neighbor?" I asked with a smile. Kristen rolled her eyes but the conversation was dropped.

We made it to school with seven minutes to spare before our homeroom, History. That was just enough time to stop by our lockers and drop our stuff off and race to History which is exactly what we did. Luckily the teacher wasn't even there yet otherwise we would have at least gotten detention.

Kristen and I sat in about the middle of the room right next to one another. A mistake on the teacher's part but we didn't care. We liked it. Even if everyone else didn't. A guy walked in. He defiantly didn't look anything like our History teacher Mr. Gee.

"I am Mr Watson. I will be replacing Mr Gee for the remainder of the year." What? The year just started like two weeks ago! Oh well. I could cause problems for Mr Watson. Now what should the first "problem" be? Ah yes. That would work quite nicely. Mr Gee had confiscated one of my many cell phones and oddly enough kept the phones he took well charged. Besides it had only been taken from me in the past week.

I dialed the phone which I knew had the ringtone "Mr Watson" the Ke$ha song. The song filled the room. Confused Mr Watson searched the teacher's desk until he found what he was looking for. "Who did this?" He demanded. In unison just about the whole class looked down as if they were on the phone with someone. I took this time to shut off my phone and put it away before singing. "Getting away with murder." The whole class joined in.

Mr Watson's eyes narrowed dangerously. "You think you're so smart hiding among your classmates?" He hissed. I was surprised he didn't have a forked tongue. He hit the call back button. Because my phone was off it went straight to voice mail.

"'Ey this is Nicky you know what to do. I'll call ya' back when I get the chance." Crap! Mr Watson put down the phone and looked over the class list. Than he turned on Nico Robin. They started to tie into it.

"Fight. Fight. Fight." The rest of the class chanted. They just wanted to see a normal teacher get whooped by a devil fruit user.

"Oi!" I snapped stepping in. I wouldn't let someone else get in trouble for what I did. "Nico is Robin's last name. Who would put their last name in a voice mail?" I pointed out. "Besides whoever did it could have used someone else's phone." I continued.

"Who are you?" Mr Watson asked with suspicious eyes.

"Nicole Yewwood. Most call me Nicky." I answered with a triumph grin. I wanted to credit for this one. Mr Watson's face turned livid and his eyes bulged.

"Detention." He spat in my direction. I shrugged.

"We were trying to save your sorry butt." Kristen hissed as Mr Watson started the lesson.

"I know but if anyone goes down for something stupid that I did it'll be me or someone I framed not an innocent bystander." I told her glaring daggers into the back of Mr Watson's head.