Bridgette's P.O.V.

It feells like I've been in school for two days even though it's only been 6 hours. I was just way too anxious to find out if I was going to be Geoff's partner in the FCS project. The only upside of Geoff not being in any other classes of mine is that I could actually pay attention.

But after school, I just sat down on my bed for about 2 hours, thinking.

My older sister, Lisa, had already had Mr. McClean for FCS three years ago, and said that he often didn't put two people in the same group twice, especially, back- to- back. And Geoff was currently in my group (it was him, me, and Courtney). But did being paired up for an assignment count as being in the same group? Hmmmm. Something I'd have to think about. Ugh! I hated how I had to wait for Mr. McClean, master of suspense, to tell me who my partner was!

I sighed. I guess I should be kind of glad that Mr. McClean was picking the partners, because Geoff definitely wouldn't have picked me. Sure, he was a nice guy, and it wasn't like we were enemies, but we barely talked at all. Being the party boy that he is, he probably would have chosen some super- hot chick with big boobs or something.

I layed down, looked up at the ceiling, and started to pray. I was actually an atheist, but hey, if god was up there, he needed to hear this.

Dear God,

I know you're probably busy creating miracles and saving children in Africa and stuff like that, but if you're up there, could you please partner Geoff and me up for that stupid FCS project? I know I sound like a dumbass asking you this, but it would mean alot to me, so uh, thanks, I guess.

In case you haven't noticed, I might have the tiniest crush on Geoff.

I sighed again. Why couldn't he just give me a chance?

Courtney's P.O.V.

I practically ran out to my car at the end of the school day, relieved to be out of that hell hole. Usually I liked school, but not today. I had neary gotten a lunch detention twice, and I got a B on my science exam! I wasn't going to get into Harvard because of B's.

As I was driving, I looked in my rearview mirror and realized that the new kid, Duncan, the bastard who had nearly murdered me, was behind me. Seeing me looking at him, he blew me a kiss. I flipped him off, fuming. Even though I couldn't see his face because he was wearing a helmet, I knew he was smirking.

I decided to ignore him. Turning my attention back on the road, I gasped. I was about to get into a head on collision! I swerved to avoid the sleek red convertible, whose driver was currently not paying attention because she was texting.

I just barely made it past her, and was relieved when I saw my house in view. Thank god. I had almost been killed today! Twice!

I parked my car in front of my house, and got out to see the ogre (I was running out of swears to call him, and besides, they weren't really that nice to say, anyway) park next door.

"Hey!" I yelled, walking over to him. "Just because that house is for sale doesn't mean you can park in the driveway!"

Duncan smirked again. God that smirk was so freaking annoying. "In case you didn't notice, this house isn't for sale." He said, pointing to the FOR SALE sign.

A sign that now said SOLD.

He turned around, walking inside of the house. I gaped. No. Way.

I shook my head and walked into my house, ready to face the wrath of Jessica.

"Hi." Jessica said, walking over to me.

I sighed. "I'm sorry for not picking you up today, Jessica, but I would really appreciate if you don't tell mom and dad, because I've been having a really shitty day, and-"

"Don't worry, it's cool." She interrupted. "After you left, I hid in my room until mom and dad went to work, and then I just watched tv and went on Facebook all day." She said, smirking at me.

My jaw dropped. She got to stay home, while I had to face one of the worst days of school I've ever had in my entire life?

Damn.

"I'm soooo telling mom and dad about this!" I hissed at her.

She grinned. "No you aren't. If you do, I'll just say that you abandoned me and that I called all of my friends and none of them could give me a ride, and by the time I was done with that they had already left for work."

She. Was. Good.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay fine, I won't tell." I grumbled.

She grinned even wider, then walked into the living room.

I heard a car door slam outside, signaling that mom and dad were home. They walked in the front door, smiling. "Get ready girls, we invited the new neighbors for dinner tonight!"

And just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse. But still, I had to set the table and get the food ready even though I would rather hang myself. And Jessica. Hey, if I was going down, she was going down with me.

Just I was done setting the table the doorbell rang, and my mom rushed over to answer it.

"Hello! You guys must be the Lanes, please come in!" My mother chirped in her cheerful hostess tone.

Everyone gathered round the dinner table and, because I was already seated, Duncan took this as the perfect opportunity to sit next to me. I groaned.

"Wow, didn't know you were that happy to see me." Duncan smirked. I sank lower in my seat.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, I'm Leeanne Luxembourg, and this is my husband Eric, and my two daughters Jessica and Courtney." My mom said to Mrs. Lane, who smiled back.

"It's nice to meet you, too. I'm Amber Lane, this is my husband Jack, my son Duncan, and my daughter, Pam." Mrs. Lane said. I then realized that there was a girl sitting across from me, who, as one might guess, a mini- Duncan, but fortunately, a normal- looking girl who seemed like she was fourteen. Thank you god.

"Well, how about you kids go into the living room, while we fix dinner, okay?" My dad said. I groaned (inwardly, this time), but obeyed.

Duncan, of course, had to sit next to me on the couch, while Jessica and Pam sat in the two chairs across from us.

"Don't talk to me." I hissed at Duncan.

"Whatvever you say, Princess." He smirked.

"Why are you calling me Princess?" I asked, confused.

He sighed, as if I was missing something completely obvious. "Your last name's Luxumbourg, right?"

I nodded, wondering what he was getting at.

"Luxembourg is the name of a country. One of the smallest countries in the world, yet one of the most richest. It's only the size of Providence, maybe smaller, yet it is the 2nd richest country in the world, right in front of Sweden. But I bet you already knew all of that, right? Miss Honor- roll- student?"

I felt my cheeks heating up. "Totally! Duh. Who wouldn't?"

He smirked at me. God, I'd like to slap the smirk off of his face. Then I'd like to cut his head off of his shoulders.

"So, because Lexingbours is the second richest country in the world and the fact that it's your last name, makes you a princess."

I scoffed. "That doesn't make me a princess."

Duncan held up his hands as if surrendering. "Hey, I call 'em like I see 'em. Admit it, you do the exact same thing."

I wrinkled my nose. "I so do not."

He raised his eyebrows. "Oh yeah? Then what was your first impression of me?" He asked.

I lowered my head. "That you were a classless criminal who tried to kill me."

"Oh? And how do you know that? How do you know I'm a criminal?" He pestered, poking my arm.

"Because you drive a mortorcycle!" I spat, then realized how the words came out in the total wrong tone.

He raised an eyebrow. "Stereotypical much?"

I roll my eyes. "No, not like that. You have to be eighteen to get a license to drive a motorcycle!"

He waved his hands like it was no big deal. "Calm down, I've already been to Juvie for that."

My eyes widened. "And how many times have you been to Juvie?"

He thought, then started counting off on his fingers. "Well, there was the time I stole this dude's car, and then I pick pocketed somebody, then I vandalized a church, jaywalked ten times, D.U.I, drinking underage, doing weed, smoking cigars, giving alchohol to minors while I myself am a minor, car crash, racing on the highway, driving a mortorcycle without a license, of course, and when I cut one of my teacher's hands off."

"That's thriteen times!" I yelled.

"Oh and there that time when I went for a joyride when I was fourteen. Oh man, good times, good times." He said, wiping an imaginary tear away from his eye.

"Not when those times end up getting you into juvie!" I snapped.

"Jesus, lighten up, Princess."

"Shut up, criminal."

He just smirked.

Um, hey guys wats up? *Cuts 2 a shot of a bunch of people with pitchforks and torches glarin at me* Yea, I kno i said i was gonna tell u guys the couples in this chapter, but i swear i will nxt update, k? K? Just dont kill me! :(

P.S. Duncan was lying about cutting off his teacher's hand. Just wantd u guys 2 kno tht.

-CC