A/N: Hello! lovethatignites here. :) I hope you enjoyed ghostgirl19's awesome first chapter. To Jemma 4Eva: those characters you asked about are randoms. There are some randoms in this story who are there because they were there in Mean Girls. With that said, here's Chapter 2, written by me. I hope you guys enjoy it and please review! :)

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Chapter 2

The next day was Tuesday. I wanted to run as fast as I possibly could to homeroom to ensure I got a decent seat. But something was telling me not to. I got this weird sense that running through the halls was not a good idea. So instead I nervously speed-walked.

I ended up making it literally just as the bell rang.

I looked around and noticed two empty desks on one side of the room. They were right in front of one another and thankfully free of the gassy kid. I soldiered on over and chose the second one.

While I was taking my jacket off and trying super hard to keep my eyes down to avoid eye contact with anyone (I really didn't want to get beaten up), I could feel two sets of eyes on me. I could feel them. One set belonged to the girl with the purple streak; the other to a boy sitting behind her. I tried to ignore them.
But then the boy spoke to me so I couldn't.

"Is that your natural hair color?" he asked.

I nervously looked up. He was lanky with slightly unruly brown hair. Well, he sounded genuinely curious and nothing about him came off as threatening. So I smiled and said, "Yeah."

"It's gorgeous," he said.

I could have fainted. Finally! Someone nice! "Thank you."

I was still grinning when he grabbed my hair and held his phone up to it. "See, this is the color she wants. She hasn't gone for it because she said the other moms in Tommy's play group will notice and she isn't sure if it'll be in a good way, but I keep telling her she just has to take the plunge."

I guess my expression said it all because the girl tried not to laugh as she explained, "This is Daniel. He's almost too much of a mama's boy to function."

"Nice to meet—"

"There's nothing wrong with respecting your parents," he interrupted me to snap at the girl. Then his face softened and he showed me his phone. "This is her. Isn't she pretty?" On the screen was a picture of Daniel with his arm around a middle-aged woman with slightly graying hair. His mom.

"Um, yeah." I tried to smile even though I was a little confused. "She's really pretty."

A satisfied smile lit up Daniel's face. He lovingly shared a moment with the picture on his phone in response.

I was extracting my school schedule from my binder when a new voice spoke: "Nice wig, Andi." The comment came from a buff guy who was passing through the isle one over from mine. "What's it made of?"

"YOUR MOM'S CHEST HAIR!" the girl with the purple streak shouted. Then she composed herself and returned her eyes to me. With a smile, she said, "I'm Andi."

Amused by the weirdness that had just taken place and relieved to know someone else's name, I grinned and said, "Hi, I'm Emma." I glanced down at my schedule. I had health class today and I had no idea where the classroom was at. I'd meant to ask my dad about it last night, but by the time I got home, I was so exhausted it didn't even cross my mind. So I bit my lip and looked at Andi and Daniel. "Do you guys know where Room G-14 is?"

Daniel grabbed my schedule and he and Andi looked it over. "Health, Tuesday/Thursday, Room G-14."

"I think that's in the back building…"

Daniel looked at Andi with confusion for half a second but then he broke out into a smile and said, "Oh yeah, that's in the back building."

"Yeah, we'll take you there."

I ignored whatever seemed off about their little exchange and smiled. "Thanks!"

After homeroom let out, Daniel and Andi (who were quite the pair; Andi was nearly half Daniel's height) ushered me through the halls of Iridium High all the way to an exit door. Once we got outside, Andi walked ahead of us to lead the way while Daniel looked over my schedule more thoroughly.

"Health… Spanish…" His eyebrows shot up. "You're taking twelfth grade calculus?"

Andi barked out a laugh. "Daniel's on his third year of ninth grade Algebra 1."

He cut his eyes at her then returned his attention to me. "Why are you taking twelfth grade calculus?"

"I like math."

"Why?"

"My dad likes math. It was always his favorite subject to teach me."

The boy's face lit up in such a way you'd have thought I just handed him a newborn puppy. "Do you have a special bond with your parents, too?"

"Um…" I glanced up, mentally searching for the right response. But instead I found Andi plopped down under a tree. She was sitting criss-cross applesauce and didn't look like she had any intention of getting up anytime soon. And then Daniel sat down next to her… I looked around, both confused and suspicious. "Where's the back building…?"

Andi looked up at me with a mischievous smile. "It burned down in 1987."

"Uh, won't we get into some kind of trouble for this?" I mean, I don't really know how this public school stuff works, but my dad's the principal; won't someone tell him I wasn't in class?

Daniel looked offended while Andi looked puzzled. "Why would we get you into trouble?" she inquired, completely serious. "We're you're friends."

Not going to lie: it's probably embarrassing how happy I was to hear that.

I know it's wrong to cut class… but Andi said we were friends. And let's be honest: I needed some friends. I was in no position to let my jitteriness get the better of me and insist we go back inside. That building was already my least favorite place on Earth and the weather in Miami was so nice and two people actually wanted to socialize with me! After yesterday's nightmare, this was practically a miracle.

I glanced around but found no teachers or whoever I thought I'd find waiting to report us to my dad. So with a deep breath and a smile, I sat down with my new friends.

I guess I'll never know what I missed on that first day of health class.

Meanwhile, in health class…

"Don't have sex," Coach Agamemnon bluntly stated to the gymnasium full of high school students. Behind him was a whiteboard with the words SAFE SEX written up top followed by a list of ways to stay safe. Abstinence came in at number one. "Cuz you will get pregnant. And DIE. Don't have sex in the missionary position, don't have sex standing up…"

The students were divided between staring at him in an extremely uncomfortable manner and intently copying the list on the whiteboard into their notebooks.

Coach Aggie noticed and decided to cut the lesson short. "Just… don't do it, promise?"

No one responded.

He sighed and reached down for a plastic bin full of condoms. He held it out to the students, gave it a little shake, and instructed, "Alright, everybody take some rubbers."

"So you guys moved because your dad got a job as the principal…" Andi said thoughtfully, penciling something else onto her already impressive sketch. It looked like a map of some sort. "But if you were homeschooled all your life, why didn't you just switch to cyber school?"

"My dad wanted me to get socialized." I added the emphasis because it certainly had not been my decision. I would have gladly done cyber school had my dad allowed… and if someone taught me how to use a computer. Not that Andi and Daniel needed to know we've been poor all our lives. My dad was elated when he got this job. He said we'd finally have the money to buy a TV and cell phones, even though I don't see what's so great about either of those things.

Daniel looked me over and snorted. "Oh you'll get socialized alright."

"What do you mean?"

"You're a regulation hottie," Andi clarified with an eye roll and the hint of a smile.

My eyebrows shot up. "What?"

Daniel placed a hand to my penny loafer and said, "Like my mom always says: if you've got it, own it."

"How do you spell your name again, Emmalyn?" Andi asked, positioning her pencil above her paper.

"Um, it's just Emma." Not sure where she got the –lyn from. "And the usual way: E-M-M-A."

Andi considered me for a moment then decided, "Yeah I'm gonna call you Emmalyn."

Well okay then.

Suddenly, Daniel groaned, "Oh, you have got to be kidding me." I followed his gaze over to a group of kids emerging from the school. They were a sea of dark blue and orange walking/running/meandering onto the football field. "Would you look at Sophie Johnson's gym clothes?"

Andi rolled her eyes again, but this time it was with disgust. "Of course all the Panthers are in the same gym class…"

Where I come from, a panther is an animal…

"Who are the Panthers?" I asked.

"They're teen royalty," Daniel explained. "If Iridium High was Us Weekly, they would always be on the cover."

Andi pointed her pencil at a girl with wavy dirty blonde hair. Instead of a tee shirt, she was wearing a tank top. "That little one there, that's Sophie Johnson. She is one of the dumbest girls you will ever meet."

As if on cue, Sophie held up her hands and motioned for someone to toss her a football. The person did as much, but Sophie had her hands up too high and it ended up hitting her square in the boobs.

Andi shook her head. "Daniel sat next to her in English last year."

Daniel leaned forward and told me in a confidential tone, "She asked me how to spell koala."

I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"And that tall, skinny one?" Andi went on, motioning to a dark-skinned girl with long dark curly hair. Her tee shirt was two sizes too small, exposing her flat stomach.

She was talking on a pink cell phone, seemingly oblivious to the fact that she was in gym class. "That's Katie Rice." Someone threw another football and it hit Katie right in the head. She and her cell phone went tumbling down into the grass.

"She's totally rich because her dad invented Toaster Strudel," Daniel explained.

"Katie Rice knows everybody's business," Andi went on. "She knows everything about everyone."

"That's why her hair is so big. It's full of secrets."

And then a new sight took my attention: a pack of boys was carrying a pretty blonde girl onto the field.

"And evil takes a human form in Maddie Van Pelt," Andi said as the guys set Maddie on the ground and she blew them a kiss. "Don't be fooled, because she may seem like your typical selfish, back-stabbing, slut-faced ho-bag, but in reality, she is so much more than that."

"She's Head Panther, the Queen Bee, the star…" Daniel trailed off as Maddie walked over to Katie and Sophie who immediately fawned all over her. "Those other two are just her little workers."

"Maddie Van Pelt…" Andi tapped her pencil against her teeth, deep in thought. "How do I even begin to describe Maddie Van Pelt?" Then she feigned shock and said, "Oh! I know. I'll just show you Miss Information's blog post about how to describe Maddie Van Pelt."

As she extracted her phone from her school uniform's dress pants, Daniel gave her a disapproving look. When she noticed, she made a face. "Oh, grow up." She turned to me and said, "He's not a fan of Gigi's blog."

"My mom says gossip sites aren't nice!" Daniel's tone was all defensive.

My mom died when I was born, so I'm not familiar with the typical mother/teenager relationship. But something tells me what Daniel has with his mom is not it.
Once the page loaded, Andi selected the video she wanted then handed me her phone.

"What's up, Iridium Knights!"a perky brunette said into a microphone. "This is Miss Information coming to you live from the Iridium High parking lot. I'm about to

interview some of our fellow students to get their takes on Head Panther, Maddie Van Pelt."

She ran up to a random girl while whoever was holding the camera hurried after her.

"Quick! Describe Maddie Van Pelt." She thrust the microphone in the girl's face and waited for her answer.

"Maddie Van Pelt is flawless," the girl said in an almost mesmerized trance.

The video cut to a clip of Miss Information holding the mic out to another girl. "She has two Fendi purses and a pink Lexus."

And another: "I hear her hair's ensured for $5,000."

"I hear she does car commercials. In Italy."

"Her favorite movies are romantic comedies."

"One time, she met Keegan Allen on a plane."

Another girl cut in, "And he told her she was pretty!"

"One time, she punched me in the face." The girl paused to savor the memory then concluded, "It was awesome."

"There you have it!" the brunette exclaimed. "Until next time, I'm Gigi Rueda and you've been Miss Informed!