A/N: I wasn't planning on a second chapter to this. Well technically I was, since I started this ages ago but never got past the first paragraph. I was hit with sudden inspiration for this story and hence, chapter two. I am planning on a few other chapters, since I have a whole lotta time on my hands it shouldn't be a problem. We'll see how it goes. I'm working on the Arnold and Wanda chapter next. Should be fun.

I don't own the Magic School Bus kids or the song Swaggerific by Verbz. I just love it and I think it suits Janet perfectly.

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Tim quickly glanced at the time on his cell phone, gleaming up at him, swore and proceeded to shove his sketch book hastily into his bag.

He paused and gave the sturdy heron one last longing glance from the side of the marsh before turning and running back to the road. Taking another glance at his cell, Tim realized that he would not be fortunate enough to make it back to school in time for the beginning of the football game.

Last game of their last year. It had seemed to take forever to come, but Tim couldn't be more thankful at its arrival. He felt a little too old to be going back to high school functions again: especially after such a hectic, crazy and amazingly fun summer.

He had pursued his love of drawing from elementary school throughout high school and this past summer had not only taken several highly intensive drawing classes, but gotten the opportunity to teach a few at a summer camp. The kids had been great and he had made enough money to last him the rest of the school year comfortably.

Not only that, but his friends and himself had gone on an end of summer, four day long camping trip that had been the biggest blast ever! They regularly went on camping trips during the summer, but this year they had been allowed to go parent-less (although it had taken much convincing for Mrs. Perlstein to allow her little boy to go anywhere alone).

Unfortunately, Arnold had been forced to bring his slightly obnoxious, suddenly gorgeous cousin Janet. And Tim had thought he had never seen anything as stunning as a slightly tipsy Janet sitting beside the fire, embers reflecting the same glorious colour of her long curls and putting a different sort of gleam in her big, blue eyes. He had been smitten ever since, much to his chagrin. He didn't bother telling any of his friends about it, knowing that it wouldn't go over especially well with any of them.

Arnold would be disgusted because it was his cousin and believe it or not, he had grown rather protective of her as they aged (although Janet did not need taking care of in any way, shape or form). Carlos, DA, Wanda and Keesha would scoff, remembering the obnoxious know-it-all from elementary school. Phoebe was simply terrified of the tough Janet and Tim knew Ralphie didn't take kindly to anyone being purposely mean to Phoebe (although he would never admit it). So Tim kept his musings (and his drawings) to himself.

Walking quickly down the side of the road, Tim prayed that Phoebe saved him a seat but was rather certain that she would be too busy watching a certain quarterback to remember that Tim was not yet there. And Phoebe had been more distant then usual lately, meaning that Tim was pretty sure he would not have a seat. Although, he thought to himself amusedly, Wanda would surely offer him a seat in her lap. He wasn't one to purposely tick off Arnold though (since he was smitten with his cousin, he figured he would get in on the family's good side) and quickened his pace, deciding to put his faith in Phoebe.

And that was when a black Mustang sped by him before coming to a screeching halt just 10 feet in front of him. He slowed hesitantly before coming up to the tinted window, just as it started rolling down. And Tim was met with the gorgeous face of one Janet Perlstein. Red curls bouncing around her round face, she had opted for her round, Chanel glasses that day, hiding her blue eyes and long, mascara laden eye lashes. She was smirking at him and he saw a flash of pearly whites before feeling the bottom of his stomach drop out slightly.

"What's up Matthews?" She addressed him lifting a perfectly manicured hand off the steering wheel in greeting.

"Janet" he nodded at her, unsure of why she had stopped for him.

"Late?" he just nodded and she nodded back, smirking again before jerking her head to the passenger side of her car. "Hop in Picasso." Slowly Tim made his way around the car to the passenger's side. This was probably a bad idea he thought to himself, but then grabbed the handle and decided that he was an 18 year old male and he was allowed to have hormones. Screw what anyone else thought.

He slid quickly into the lowered, leather seat, dropping his backpack on the floor. Janet quickly bolted away, music blaring, bass thumping through the car.

S-s-s-swaggerific…..S-s-s-swaggerific…..S-s-s-swaggerific….S-s-s-swaggerific…

How can you call it a lifestyle, when you don't live your life in style?

"I didn't think you were the football type of girl Janet." Tim said, watching her carefully from the corner of his eye, intent to not turn the conversation into an all out staring contest. He wasn't a creep, he was just infatuated. She smirked at him before taking the corner slightly too fast (at which point Tim wondered why he had decided to get into the car after all).

"I'm not Matthews. I'm a man type of girl. And there are going to be many men there tonight, all hyped up from their certain win and slightly drunk on celebratory alcohol. Sounds like my scene if you ask me." Tim felt slightly sick at this and grimaced, an action that did not go unnoticed by Janet, whose smirk deepened.

I rock hellz bellz with my new Chanel


You rock fake nails, Chanel with 2 l's

"I didn't think you were the football type of guy Matthews. Unless we're more alike then I thought…" Tim scowled at her and she giggled maliciously. Suddenly Tim was pretty sure he remembered why his friends would have been appalled if he had ever told them he had been interested in Janet in the first place.

This is not a popularity contest


When god made me he made a new commandment!

"You haven't changed a bit from the day I first met you Janet." Tim said angrily, still stinging a little from her malicious insinuations. It was Janet's turn to grimace and he frowned over at him in annoyance.

"Well thank you Matthews, it is a pleasure to know that I still resemble my 9 year old self." Tim rolled his eyes at her mock hurt, sarcastic tone and began sincerely wishing he had walked the rest of the way.

"I meant, Perlstein, that you are still just as obnoxious, malicious and lonely as we were when we were children" Although he couldn't tell because of the glasses, he was sure her eyes were flashing, judging by the way her knuckles hardened on the steering wheel.

"Obnoxious, I will give you, even malicious, but lonely? Please Matthews, have you seen the number of people that surround me on a daily basis? I am far from lonely. You're the one who shuts yourself away from your friends to live vicariously through sketches of things you can't have!" Tim glared at her as she scoffed and gestured flippantly to his backpack.

"Just because you have a bunch of people around you all the time Janet doesn't mean that you aren't lonely. You have no real friends, because you've never been able to make any because you're a bitch and no one actually likes you!" Neither of them said anything afterwards, or looked at each other. The car was silent save for the music blaring.

Fly fly fly (And he said...)


Thou shalt be fly fly fly (Til the end...)


Until the day you die die die


I'm fly! lemme testify!


Not a habit, I'm just gifted


Lord please keep me swaggeriffic

"You're right" she said suddenly, just as Tim was opening his mouth to apologize (he never did like being mean to girls, no matter who they were). He stared at her now, mouth agape and she looked over at him and smiled gently (Tim was suddenly struck with ideas for new sketches).

"I don't mean to be a bitch you know, but it starts off as a joke that no one seems to get and then I'm just defending myself from other people who take offense. I mean sure, I'm not the nicest person out there and I certainly do take a certain enjoyment out of making other people intimidated, like Phoebe for instance, but I do genuinely want people to like me for who I am and not how much money I have" she looked at him in an almost apologetic manner and Tim realized that he was stuck.

Janet was too beautiful, too lethal and too gentle at all the same time. A giant anomaly that he could never hope to capture in one picture, but would probably spend his whole life trying anyways. He shook his head slowly before smiling slightly at her, to which she smirked.

"You are one of a kind Perlstein" he said slowly. She laughed and her smirk deepened.

"Janet, Matthews. I want you to call me Janet." This time he rolled his eyes and realized if he wanted to get anywhere with Janet, ever, he was going to have to push back just as hard as she did. And if she thought he was a push over like those other guys she dated, she had another thing coming. He could teach her, if it was the last thing he did.

"It's Tim, Perlstein. Write it down, remember it, and use it." She raised her eyebrows and smiled.

"Fine….Tim." Tim grinned inwardly in satisfaction and turned to look out the window, realizing they were pulling up to the school.

"So how are you planning on getting a seat this late into the game?" Janet asked politely (surprise, surprise Tim thought).

"I'm hoping that Phoebe remembered to save me a seat. And no mean comments about Phoebe because she probably saved me two, which means you can sit with me." He was being bold and he knew it. She might slap him, but he was willing to take that chance if it meant taming the red headed beauty.

"Who says I want to sit with you and your dumb friends anyways? Who says I don't have other friends I want to sit with who are saving me a seat?" She questioned him somewhat angrily, but he noticed she hadn't slapped him and she seemed to be amused under everything else. Tim just looked at her in expectance and she flushed – actually flushed! – (although that could have been a trick of the light) and she didn't say anything again.

"You staying for the party afterwards I assume?" Tim questioned Janet while she was searching for a parking spot, to which she only nodded.

"You too I assume, since Ramone isn't one to give up on the party of the century and Tennelli is expected to be the quarterback of honour."

"Hey, I don't always just follow along with the rest of the gang, I can do things on my own you know. If the party's lame, I don't think I'll be staying" but Janet shot him a knowing smirk and he rolled his eyes again in exasperation "-but, I will probably be staying to support Ralphie." She laughed at him but he let her. It didn't sound like a malicious laugh anyways, so it couldn't hurt. At least she thought something he did was funny. They quietly parked her car and he took the liberty of leaving his backpack in the car, which Janet noticed but didn't comment on.

They walked across the parking lot close together, hands brushing but he didn't move to grab her hand nor did she so he let the tension hang between them. It was more exciting this way anyways. They got to the roaring stadium and he led the way to where he knew his friends would be located. He saw them within in minutes and didn't bother to check behind him to see if Janet was still following him, because he subconsciously knew she was.

Wanda and Carlos already had alcohol poorly hidden in water bottles; they were both sporting the Walkerville butterfly hats on their heads and giant foam fingers and were cheering loudly at the end of the line. DA and Keesha were seated together on the other side of Carlos and Wanda looking they were trying to surreptitiously to grab the water bottles from their friends. Next to DA was Phoebe with a red butterfly painted on one cheek and number 17 on the other (Ralphie's number that had obviously been painted by Ralphie himself, judging from the blush still staining Phoebe's cheeks). She was focused so intently on the field she didn't notice a sullen Arnold sitting beside her, looking for all the world like he would rather be taking ballet lessons then sitting there.

Tim didn't let his heart fall at the sight of only one seat left; he did however let it drop at the sight that the one seat left was right next to Arnold. This could potentially get awkward. At that moment Arnold looked up and saw them – or at least Tim presumed he saw both of them, judging from the way his eyes widened slightly.

"Janet? What are you doing here?" he questioned suspiciously. Phoebe instantly tensed next to him, so Tim grinned soothingly at her.

"Thanks for saving us a seat Phoebe" he said gently and she just nodded, green eyes wide. DA and Keesha looked over and frowned but otherwise didn't say anything. Tim then made eye contact with the tipsy Carlos, who winked at him and Wanda, who gave him a lecherous grin and a thumbs up with her foam finger. Tim grinned and sat next to Arnold before turning to Janet, who had yet to reply to her cousin's question.

"Only one seat Janet." He left it at that, leaving the conclusions up to her. She smirked and pushed her Chanel glasses up before taking a dignified seat on his lap amidst Arnold's choking beside them.

"What cous? It's not as if you've never had a girl sit in your lap before" She raised an eyebrow as Wanda leaned across the seats (and her friends, much to their annoyance) and poked Arnold's thigh.

"Yeah Arn, remember last night, I'm pretty sure I was doing more then sitting in your-"

"Wanda!" They all cried out at the same time, as Arnold sunk down, embarrassed, in his seat while Phoebe, Carlos and DA all gave him the same shocked look and Keesha gagged.

"DUDE! I'm so totally telling Ralphie!" Carlos said, trying to high five Arnold after getting over his initial shock. When Arnold refused to respond, Carlos shrugged and turned to high five Wanda instead, who leaped up eagerly at the chance.

Tim felt Janet shaking with laughter in his lap and grinned up at her. She smirked down at him and leaned in close.

"Who knows Tim, I might just be doing more then sitting in your lap by the end of the night too, if you're lucky." Arnold half choked, half-gagged beside them as Tim wrapped his arms around Janet and grinned victoriously. Phoebe consolingly rubbed her hand on Arnold's back as he slumped forward in his seat, mumbling about the whole world being against him.

Tim wasn't really sure if anything would happen with Janet by the end of the night, and that was okay with him. He had somehow managed to grab this enchanting temptress' interest and he was planning on holding it for as long as he could. Maybe his senior year wouldn't be nearly as exasperating as he thought it would be. He hadn't felt this flustered in a long time and all he could think of was he'd somehow been Frizzled, without even knowing it!