(A/N: K, y'all, I've been UBER lazy and haven't gotten around to writing a second chapter. Here it is. FLAMES AND CC ENCOURAGED and they are still liked by me

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Me: Sigh. You got me.

Message: I don't own HOA)

Chapter 2

Nina couldn't believe it. Mara, straight A student, probably the most intellectual student here, had convinced Mr. Sweet to have an End-of-Term prom. Well, of course, Amber basically had to make a PowerPoint presentation to convince Mara to convince Sweety to have the dance. Nina herself had only been to a couple school dances, two in junior high and one at her old high school, but had managed to have fun at each. Except for the time when Andy, also known Acne Andy, from her old school had asked her to a dance, and it would be too embarrassing for him if she turned him down (Only perhaps if she was as oblivious as Amber or a bit mean-spirited as Patricia would she have said no). But maybe this year would be different. Perhaps a certain handsome brown-haired boy whose name rhymed with Babian (Sigh) would ask her to the dance. And just maybe-

Nina's thoughts were soon interrupted by the tinkling sound of Amber's voice.

"Nina, which dress do you think would go better with my eyes? And which shoes go better with the dress that goes better with my eyes? And of course I need a handbag that go with the shoes that go with the dress that go with my eyes. Ooh! And I need jewelry! Lots of diamonds! I'll have Daddy tell our jeweler to send something over. And Jeremy needs to get me the perfect corsage! I hope it's a rose! Roses are so romantic, they make me feel so LOVED, and I can probably get Mara to make all the decorations look good next to my outfit. OOH! Nina, do you think-"Amber practically shoved the glossy catalog in Nina's face.

Nina sighed and rubbed her temples.

"Amber, I think Mara would be a better help with all this. I mean, she is your co-chair after all. You should go check with her, I think everyone's downstairs." Nina gestured towards the open door.

"Nina, you are SUCH a jewel. I almost forgot all about Mara, I'll go check with her right now." Amber happily bounced out of the room.

Nina let out a whoosh of air. At least her migraine was gone now. But her thoughts were still clouded with Fabian.

"Stop it," she scolded herself, "Stop that right now. You know Fabian likes Patricia; just leave them be." She attempted to do her impossible Chemistry homework, which was even more impossible without Fabian to help her. She threw her pencil on the ground in frustration. Why couldn't she just get him out of her mind?

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Amber came squealing into the common room.

"Mara. Mara. Mara. I need you. Very extremely badly. It is a crisis and you MUST come with me." Amber dragged Mara off the sofa where she was doing her French homework. After watching Amber pull Mara out of the room saying something about handbags that go with her eyes that go with her shoes that go with the prom decorations, Fabian turned to Mick and Patricia.

"And then there were three", Mick muttered. "Ugh. I needed Mara to help me out on this Biology homework."

"C'mon, mate, I'll help you. If Mara's the biology babe, I'm definitely the biology boy", Fabian turned to help Mick and Patricia with their work.

After a few hours of formulas and science, a rather appreciative Mick decided to innocently ask about the End-of-Term prom.

"Sounds like you fancied Patricia the other day," Mick snickered.

Patricia slapped the back of his head. "Oh, shut it, Mick. We all know Fabian's smitten with Nina," she said. "And Fabian and me? Ew. Would never ever happen."

"It's not even funny, guys. Nina thinks I like Patricia. It's not going the right way." Fabian sadly put his books into his messenger bag.

"Oh, we've got a Romeo on our hands? What was your plan, my dear Montague?" Mick teased as Fabian's face colored.

"Look, it's nothing. Just-well…bye guys," Fabian said awkwardly as he left for the room he and Mick shared.

Mick shook his head. "Boy's got it bad."

Patricia nodded. "You know what we have to do, right?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Patricia and Mick left their chairs, looking to enlist the help of Amber Marie Millington.

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