Jesus Titan Freak Its great to be writing about them again (: Am glad you enjoyed it so far!

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And to all other readers I love you and thanks for reading! (I love reviews too coughcough) Even Critisim!

Chapter Three:

Q&A/ The Prankster Prince and the Tomboy

Okay so I was away all last week but still thought I could get up a chapter but I was unfortunately hardly ever on my laptop. I decided to make this chapter extra long for you then. Plus I put some TJ and Spinelli in this, even though it was suppose to be for the next chapter. Enjoy!

The sound of a ball bouncing against concrete floor echoed throughout the gym. The small yellow tennis ball was thrown in the air, connecting with the wires of a baby blue tennis racket as the girl holding the racket jumped in the air and made a small noise. The ball flew, gaining speed before connecting forcefully into the brick wall.

"Twenty-seven," the girl whispered, sweat slipping down her face and she whipped it off in the blue wrist band in slight disgust. She was tall and skinny, but she was strong and muscular. Her shoulder-length auburn hair was pulled back and tied up with a blue bow which matched her blue gym clothes, shoes and tennis racket. "Five... Four... Three..." The girl started whispering again before once again slamming the ball on one.

You'd be surprised when you looked at her next to her three friends but she loved sports, and she excelled at almost everyone she tried. Physical activity calmed her; she was extremely competitive and had devolved a problem with not being able to keep still lately. Her muscle always ached to move, ached for a rush of adrenaline that only a long run or intense game can give her.

Her athletic achievements were incomparable to any other female athletes in the school. But none of that mattered too her now. She was not in school seven in the morning, practising for a tournament, she was here for some peace, to feel in control.

"Thirty-two." The ball slammed into the wall just as a ring came from her blue bag on the bench too her right. She sighed and muttered something under her breathe, dropping her arms to the side and walking towards the bag. She kneeled down and rummaged through it, pulling out a baby blue cell phone which she slipped up to the keyboard side.

One New Message From:

A

Bathroom, Q!

"If you insist, your Highness," Ashley Q muttered under her breathe and quickly text back that she'd be there in a few.

Ashley Q entered the highly decorated bathroom on the third floor. It was pink, gold and exclusively Ashley. It had pink walls, a pink couch, long gold counter with tall lighted mirrors and four pink stalls near the back of the room that had once been a normal high school washroom. Ashley A sat on the couch. Her hair was so golden blonde and her outfit was so pink that you could easily miss her in the large room but she was a girl that liked to make her presence known.

"Ew," was Ashley A's greeting and Ashley Q rolled her eyes, placing her gym bag under her make-up table.

"I was playing tennis,"

"You smell,"

"It's called sweat,"

"It's called, gross," Ashley A stated simply, walking over to the golden counter and taking a seat, crossing her legs and continued to file her nails.

"Well, I'm getting a shower," Ashley Q responded, taking an outfit from her gym bag and heading to the showers passed the stalls.

"Good," said Ashley A.

A few minutes later, Ashley Q walked out of the showers, wearing a soft blue towel around her body and one around her hair.

"I'll never understand your love for sports. I mean cheerleading, sure, but all the other sports? All the sweat? It's bad for the Ashley name," Ashley A looked up at her friend with her Sapphire blue eyes. "Speaking of which, Chanel peed on my Ashley pillow today." Ashley Q let out a laugh as she started towel drying her wet hair. "It is not funny!"

"So much for the Ashley name if your dog pees all over it," said Ashley Q with a laugh and Ashley A rolled her eyes. Ashley Q entered one of the stalls and walked out with a blue outfit on, her hair damp.

The two Ashley's didn't say much to each other as Ashley Q started styling her hair and Ashley A picked up an old magazine and started to skim through it.

"Okay, what's wrong?" Ashley A closed her magazine and looked at her friend in the mirror. "This isn't because I interrupted tennis, is it?" Ashley Q wrinkled her nose and shook her head.

"Nah I just..." Ashley Q bit her lip. She knew she was supposed to confide in her best friends but she was too afraid to tell them this, to let Ashley A know. Ashley A thought a little sweat would ruin the Ashley name, what would she think this would do to it?

Over the years Ashley Q had let herself in and out of this group, but right now she needed to stay in it because she feared that when they knew the truth, she wouldn't be in it for much longer.

"Tyler was being a little brat this morning, is all," Ashley Q lied and Ashley A looked at her with sympathetic eyes.

"Ugh, tell me about it, my little brother was practically the reason Chanel peed on my bed!" Ashley A squealed. "He better go back to boarding school soon because-" Ashley A went on with her rant and Ashley Q pretended to listen but her mind was on other things... Things that she really couldn't control and wished she had someone she trusted enough to tell.

FIO

Spinelli sat in the front seat of her brothers car, her feet up on the dashboard and a smirk on her face. She glanced over at Vito who yawned and ran a hand through his messy black hair as he stopped at a red light.

"Get your dirty boots off of there!" Vito snapped and Spinelli just smirked even more. Vito was in a bad mood after getting jump on by his little sister at 7 in the morning and then made to drive her to school. He looked at the car clock which said 7:46, homeroom had started one minute previous but Spinelli didn't seem worried about being late.

"Don't get testy now, Vittie," she smirked at her childhood nickname for her eldest brother and he shot her a look. "When you get your new place I won't be able to get you to constantly chafer me around and you will miss it," she stated and Vito laughed and pressed on the gas as the light turned green.

"Right," was simply his sarcastic response and Spinelli rolled her eyes, not removing her feet from the dashboard. She smiled as she looked down at her shoes. Ever since middle school she mostly wore sneakers but today as she was rummaging through the closet she found an old pair of black boots that she used to love. She just meant to slip them on for fun but when they were on, her heart seemed a little lighter and she didn't bear to exchange them for her converse again. She couldn't wait to see the look of disgust on the Ashley's faces when they saw them on her. But really, she couldn't wait to see the smile on the old gangs faces when they saw them.

She felt kind of young and carefree again in these boots.

She was jolted out of her thoughts as Vito slammed on the brakes in front of her school. She took her feet down and saw that it was now 7:50 and homeroom would be over in ten minutes.

"Don't blame me for being late," said Vito as he pushed the car into park.

"Wouldn't think of it," Spinelli responded with a smirk, open the car door and stepping out as her books crunched against the snow on the ground. She grabbed her book bag and slung it over her shoulder. "Later!" Vito responded with a grunt as she closed the car door.

Spinelli walked into the front door of the school and headed towards the office. She got off with getting late slips for the first two weeks but after a month her teachers started making her get them since she wasn't the most punctual person in the world. She was pretty sure she would have to get a detention for all her late's soon enough.

"Detweiler if I see one more frog in any place they do not belong I promise you will get more than just a detention!" Spinelli stifled a laugh as she entered the office and that was the first thing she heard.

"You're being rather vague, sir," responded a familiar voice and Spinelli glanced up as she was filling out her late slip and saw a familiar red hat in the Principals office.

"No frogs in the other classrooms, change rooms, cafeteria, computer lab, janitor closet!" Responded an angry voice and Spinelli smirked.

"And what about the office?" TJ responded in an innocent voice and Spinelli laughed but hid it as a cough as Menlo walked from the filing room to sign her late slip.

"I'd like you to get out of my office in the next ten seconds," responded the Principal and TJ stood up and fixed his hat.

"That I can do," TJ said we a smile. "Oh and, have a nice day Principal Walters!" and he darted out of the office. The tall man just shook his head and took a seat behind his desk.

"Hey Menlo, do me up a late slip, I have Carter first and he-" TJ stopped when he saw who Menlo was passing a late slip two. "Late again, Spin?" he made a mock tsk sound with his tongue and Spinelli laughed.

"In trouble again, Teege?" she made the same sound and nodded towards the Principals office.

"No way, Walters's day just isn't complete without a visit from me, that's all," TJ laughed and took his late slip as he and Spinelli exited the office.

Spinelli had only been back a month and for the first few days, TJ didn't even know it was her, but after a few rocky patches, it seemed like they hadn't been apart six years at all. They laughed and joked with each other like they were still the best friends from back in middle school - the Prankster Prince and the Tomboy.

Oh, and who just happened to kiss. It only happened once though and neither of them had talked about it since, even though they both wanted to. It was just the way they were.

"Nice boots," TJ commented as they headed up the stairs to the Third floor. Spinelli grinned, glad that he had noticed.

"Decided to slip back into old ways," she said, nodding at his signature red hat. "Something you know very well," TJ grinned and fixed his hat. "You're never going to get rid of that, are you TJ?" She laughed, picturing TJ in an all red tux for grad, dawning the red hat. She didn't even expect him to take it off for his own wedding.

"Hey, everyone loves my hat and I gotta give the people the people what they love," he responded, extending his arms to the side and taking a spin. Spinelli laughed and playfully punched him in the arm as they stopped at her locker.

Spinelli got her books and placed them in her book bag and looked up at the clock. "Should I go to homeroom or just wait for art to pass in my late slip?" Spinelli asked. "Ms. Lynch does love me more than any cranky teacher I get for homeroom,"

"I have Carter first and for homeroom so I am pretty much screwed either way," said TJ cheerfully. "But, you should come to my locker so I can get my history book," he took her wrist and started walking down the hall.

"Good to know I have a choice," Spinelli said sarcastically, but didn't really mind walking down the empty hall with TJ holding her wrist gently.

They stopped at TJs locker where he seemed to notice that he was still holding her wrist and dropped it quickly, and looked away awkwardly and started putting the combination to his locker in and opened it, grabbing his history book.

The bell rang before either could say anything to break the slightly awkward silence that just fell between the two. Students started exiting their homerooms and heading towards their classes. The hall was noisy and busy but Spinelli just looked at her friend.

"I... should head to class before Carter has my head," TJ said with a chuckle, closing his locker and putting his red book bag on his shoulder. "But um... say hi to Mikey for me," he patted her shoulder awkwardly and headed in the other direction. "See you at lunch!" he called back to her, making her smile knowing the moment would pass. It hadn't been their only awkward moment.

"Lei!" Spinelli jumped suddenly and he coat slipped from her hand, she rolled her eyes and picked it up, turning to see who had called out to her.

"TJ?" she asked in a disbelieving tone of voice, her blue eyes wide. Wasn't he mad at her? Was he coming back from another round? Maybe to apologize? Spinelli turning her coat in her hands and looked up at him as he stood in front of her.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. She looked up at him, looking slightly confused but TJ just smiled and pulled her closer, placing his lips against hers.

Spinelli headed to art class, remembering that kiss, remembering that apology, remembering becoming best friends with TJ again.

Why was it so hard for them to be something more?