A/N: I love you guys. And hate you at the same time. But love you more. In the first three hours of posting the story, I got six reviews. SIX EFFIN REVIEWS. That's like the most I've ever gotten on a single chapter. I got seven total. And lots more people put this on their favorites or alerts. So, even though I had to start writing chapter two like, pretty much right after the new episode (which, by the way, was pretty good, as NS episodes go), I love all of you. Even those who just added to alerts/favorites or just plain read it.

So, here's chapter two, two days earlier than I said I would post it, because I love you guys so much!

(And, in case you didn't get it, I love you all like brothers and/or sisters. Don't send me "Will you marry me?"s in your review. Because the answer is no, okay?)

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Chapter Two

A Plan

Sadie's POV

I guess my face must have shown the shock that was going through my brain, because Ms. Mann said, "That's right, Sadie. Last-name alphabetical. You, Hawthorne, will be sitting with him, Harrison. Copy?"

"Copy…" I gulped. Arden snickered behind me.

Ms. Mann heard her. "Miss Alcott, you will be sitting with Owen Anthony."

The grin on Arden's face melted off.

If I had had a grin on my face, it would have melted too.

You, see, after that whole fiasco with me taking both Ben and Owen to the dance, her went to spend some time with his dad. In New Mexico, of all places. I don't even know where New Mexico is. (A/M: Living in Canada al all…. As for New Mexico-first state in my head.)

And now, I guess he had come back.

And judging by the grin on his face when he saw me, I think it was pretty safe to say Owen had forgiven me.

You might even say he had…a crush on me.

Ben's POV

I was ecstatic that I'd be sitting with Sadie on the bus, but she looked anything but. Her face had frozen in shock.

"That's right, Sadie. Last-name alphabetical. You, Hawthorne, will be sitting with him, Harrison. Copy?" I felt kinda bad for Red, with Ms. Mann speaking to her like she was two.

"Copy…" she murmured.

Ms. Mann turned to Arden. "Miss Alcott, you will be sitting with Owen Anthony." The two people I like least of all, sitting nest to each other for seven hours.

Is that poetic justice or what?

I didn't like Arden, because, well, she's Arden. I mean, I can tolerate her, but not for long.

As for Anthony, him I can't stand.

I know Sadie had this huge crush on him for a couple of years, and that I understand, because, well, I wasn't there.

No, what really ticks me off is the way he treated Sadie after the dance. He totally wouldn't heat her out. And, even though it kinda helped me, it just makes me mad.

Ms. Mann was still reading off names. Finally, she was done.

"The pairs I just called will be on Bus #1. the chaperone on the bus will put you in your rows. You may go. As for the rest of you…"

I didn't get to finish hearing what she was saying. I picked up my bags and started over to the first bus, when I heard something behind me. I turned around.

It was Sadie, she was trying to pick up a black duffel bag that looked was too heavy. I walked over to where she was, and said, "Need some help, Red?"

She glared at me. "I don't really want to speak to you right now, but, yes, I do need help."

"No problem," I said, as I picked up her duffel bag and followed her to the bus.

(insert break here)

Margaret's POV

I could tell Sadie want all too happy about sitting with Ben on the bus, but then again, Arden wasn't too happy about sitting with Owen, either.

I wasn't in the first group of names. Neither was Rain, Vivian, or that new kid, Jon.

Ms. Mann started talking again. "The pairs I just called will be on Bus #1. the chaperone on the bus will put you in your rows. You may go. As for the rest of you…"

Ben and Sadie walked off to their bus, Ben carrying one of Sadie's bags. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

"Margaret Browning-Leveque?"

"Yes, Ms. Mann?"

"You will be sitting with…"

Please say Jon, please say Jon, please say Jon…

"Jon Burns."

Ah, I can't believe it!

I walked over to where he was standing and said, "Hey, I'm Margaret."

After all-Rule #1 of getting a guy to like you-introduce yourself.

He smiled. "Yeah, I know. I'm Jon."

"Yeah, I know."

And Rule #2-Find things in common between yourselves.

"Can I please have your attention?" Ms. Mann had kind of lost control. "Thank you. Vivian Wu, you will be sitting with Ron Yuma." (A/N: I have no idea if Vivian's last name really is Wu, but for the pretenses of this story, let's just say it is.)

Rain looked devastated. He'd been crushing on Vivian since last year.

"Which leaves Mr. Papadakis. You were supposed to be sitting with Mallory Randall (A/N: Again, for this story, her last name can be Randall), but she had the flu, and won't be able to go. So, I guess, you'll be sitting by yourself.

"Now, I forgot to tell the other group, but there will be no seat hopping, no PDA, and no pudding fights. We don't want to have a repeat of last year."

Last year, Hal had dumped s pudding cup on some girl's head. He got in huge trouble.

"You may get on the bus, now."

(insert break here)

Sadie's POV

The chaperone told Ben and I to sit in seat bout halfway down he bus. I took the window seat, while Ben put our bags in the overhead storage thing.

The bus was actually pretty nice. It was a charter bus, and had some TV's spaced along and a bathroom in the back.

Ben had finished putting our bags up. He shut the door and sat down next to me. I didn't say anything. I couldn't say anything. Not after what he did.

Finally, Ben spoke.

"I don't get it, Red. Why are you giving me the silent treatment?"

"What?"

"You know, the silent treatment, the cold shoulder, plain out ignoring me."

"I know what the silent treatment is/"

"Well then, what do you mean, 'What?'"

"I mean, you should know what you did."

"Enlighten me, Sadie." Ben looked pissed.

I looked at my feet, "Well-" I broke off and looked at him. "You never call me Sadie. Only when you're mad."

"No, I'm fantastic. I love how you've been ignoring me for the past week."

Wow, he really was mad. And suddenly, I wasn't.

"Look, Ben, I'm sorry. But you've been ignoring me too. And this morning, when you were hugging Arden…" I trailed off and looked into his eyes.

His anger had gone too. "I wasn't hugging Arden-"

"Or course you were hugging me, Benjamin."

There stood Arden, queen of the almost-boyfriend stealers, looming above us.

All my anger came rushing back.

"I mean, who wouldn't want to hug me?"

Gosh, she was even smugger than Ben. On a bad day.

Ben stood up, so that he was taller than Arden. "You know what, you just need to-"

"Sit down, Miss Alcott," Ms. Mann said, and just in time. I think Ben was about to cuss Arden out.

Arden looked outraged. "But, Ms. Mann, I was only going to the bathroom."

"You nay do that later. I have some announcements to make. Now take your seat."

Arden stomped back to her seat, and sat down next to Owen.

"Now that everyone-" she glanced at Arden "-has taken their seat, there are a few guidelines we need to go over. There will be no seat-hopping, no close bodily contact, and no open containers, especially pudding. We'll be leaving in a couple of minutes, so stay in your seat until we reach the highway. Any questions?" She looked around. "No? Good."

Ms. Mann sat down in a seat behind the bus driver.

I turned to Ben. "So what were you doing?"

Ben's POV

"So what were you doing?" Sadie asked me.

"Well…"

-Flashback-

(Ben's POV still)

I was talking to Margaret and Rain, when Arden came up to me.

"Benjamin, there you are. Can you help me with my bags? They're Prada, and I don't want to get them dirty."

I wouldn't care if they were the Queen of England's. I just wanted to talk to Sadie.

But, being the nice guy I am, I said, "Yeah, sure, Arden. I'll help you," and walked over to where some large bags were sitting by the curb.

"I just need you to move them to where the buses are."

"Arden, the buses aren't here yet."

"Where they will be then."

"They're gonna pull up here. Now, what do you really want?"

She looked nervous. "What do you mean, Ben?"

"Look, Arden, I'm going back to wait for Sadie."

I turned around and started walking back, until she screamed.

"My necklace! It broke!"

I faced her again, and she held up a silver chain.

"It was my grandmother's. My parents will kill me."

I held out my hand. "Let me see."

She dropped the necklace in my hand, and I held it up.

"It just came undone, Arden. It's not broken."

"Are you serious? That is so great. Can you put it back on me?"

She held up her hair, and I reached around her neck to fasten the chain. The next thing I knew, she was hugging me and wouldn't let go until Ms. Mann called us.

-End Flashback

(Ben's POV, yet again)

"And that's what happened. I don't know what it looked like, but that's all that happened."

"Oh, Ben, I'm so sorry for overreacting."

"It's cool, Red."

And I hugged her.

Arden's POV

I was on my knees, looking at Ben and Sadie over the seat of the bus, but I had seen enough, so I sat down in my seat next to Owen.

"They're hugging. I think she forgave him."

Owen looked sad.

"Look, you still like Sadie, right?" He nodded. "And I have to have Ben."

I thought about it for a minute, and said, "I have a plan."

Duh, duh, duh. What does Arden have planned? Will Ben and Sadie stick together? And where does Owen work in? Find out next time!

Okay, so that's it for this chapter. But I wanna include what my little sister wrote at the very end while I was out walking my dog:

(my name), you have no life and your story sux

May I say how grammatically incorrect that is? I mean, she misspelled sucks, and where is the period? Oh, and she's a Sadie-hater. I don't get why, but she is. Oh, well…I'll bring her over eventually.

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