Britney's POV

"No, Mick, that makes no sense. You have to calculate slope using two different points, not the same slope twice." I looked over Mick's Algebra at the dinning room table. He wasn't exactly the brightest star in the sky, so he usually had Mara help him. But ever since they got in a big fight over something ridiculous like grades, I've been helping him.

"This makes no sense. Why do I need to learn this stuff anyway? I doubt anyone's every going to come up to me when I'm in a track meet saying 'What's the slope of this line?' His whole concept is just stupid." He sighed.

"You'll need to it know how to do this for finals and midterms. Just pay attention, okay?" Mick was one of those guys that got distracted very, very, VERY easily. After walking him through a few problems, we decided to take a break.

"So, what's up with you and Jerome?" I looked at him strangely. Me and Jerome? He had to be kidding, right?

"Were just friends." Mick gave me this look, that read 'Yeah, right.' I leaned back in my chair.

"Oh, come one Britney. No one joins dance committee just for kicks. I doubt your there for Alfie, so that only leaves Jerome." I bit my lip. It's not like I didn't find Jerome attractive. He was fairly good looking, and it didn't hurt that he was super funny on top of that.

"I don't know. He's kind of cute." Mick smiled at me finally cracking. We'd become good friends over these past couple of days, almost best friends. It was pretty awesome.

"I knew it. You fancy him!" He said that rather loudly, making Fabian and Nina look at us from the couch.

"Shh, Mick, I don't want the whole house to know!" He laughed lightly at my reaction to this. I frowned slightly at him.

"I can always convince him to ask you to the dance, if you want. I can almost guarantee he doesn't have a date yet. That dudes got no game." I giggled at this. Jerome was the type of guy I excepted girls to line up to date him He was smart, funny, AND cute. The complete package.

"You don't have to. I can always go in a group." Mick shoo his head.

"No, I insist. You might actually calm calm Jerome down a little bit. Maybe he'll stop trying to replace all my track clothes with dresses."

"Mick, you have to be only of the best friends ever. Seriously." I gave him a big hug, just as Jerome walked through the door. I released after I saw Jerome was there.

"Oh, hi Jerome." Mick said. He got up and left after Jerome sat down next to me.

"So you and Mick...?"

"Ew, no. He's more like a best friend. I can't really picture him in that kind of way." Jerome nodded at this, and I couldn't hep but notice he looked a little relieved.

"Well, anyway, the committee asked me and Alfie to organize there photos on a poster-board. There of all the post Prom Kings and Queens. Alfie feeling a bit under the weather, so I was wondering if wanted to help." I took a second to analyze this. Alfie wasn't sick, I know that as a fact. He was fine all day today.

"Why not? Want to do it in my room?"

"I'll be up there in a few, I just have to get everything." I nodded, putting all my books in my book bag and heading upstairs. I went upstairs in my room, trading up a bit, making sure I didn't have any bras laying around on the floor.

"Knock, knock." Jerome said, coming into my room. I smiled at him, gesturing him to come sit sit on the floor next to me. We organized the photos by year, and then arranged them on the poster. Our hands touched reaching for the glue at the same time. He pulled away probably a second later than he should have. The photo from 1930 caught my eye. It looked like my dad, except without a beard, and a little skinner. But it couldn't have been. My dads only in his 30's. The guy in the photos probably 80 now. I looked at the photo closer, noticing the man ad the same crooked grin as my father. I bit my lip. It looked just like him.

"Hello? Earth to Britney?" Jerome snapped me back to reality.

"Interesting photo?" Jerome picked it up and looked it, trying to see what made it so special from all the other photos.

"It just looks like someone I know." He raised an eyebrow, looking at guy.

"He kind of looks like you. Same blue eyes, and ears." I tugged on my ear when he said this. I was almost convinced the man in the photo was my father.

"Probably just a coincidence." We got back to work, arranging all the photos, and then gluing them on. I kept thinking about that one photo the whole time though.

"You okay? You seem a little off?" Jerome said after we finished the poster. I shrugged.

"Yeah, my backs and neck are just a little sore." Jerome stood up, and held his hand out for him to help me up when I said this.

"Stand forward, and cross your arms across your chest." I crossed my arms, but before turning around I asked 'Why?"

"Your backs sore, so I' going to crack it, duh. Just stay still." I felt Jerome's arms wrap around me stomach from behind. He felt warm. He lifted me up, and arched back, causing my back to crack about a million times. I was almost disappointed when he took his arms from around me.

"Better?"

"Much. Thanks Jerome" We stood awkwardly looking at each there for a couple of seconds. We heard voices, that sounded like Nina and Fabian, pass my door.

"Did you hear that?" I peeked my head outside my door, seeing the two of them head for the attic.

"What are they doing there?" Jerome said, stating exactly what I was thinking. I creeped out, following them. I felt Jerome grab my wrist.

"What are you doing?" He whispered this, so that Nina or Fabian wouldn't hear.

"Following them. You coming?" Jerome smiled.

"Sneaky and pretty. I like it." I felt my face turn red after he said that. I tip-toed, making sure not to make to much noise. I saw Nina unlock the attic door with a bobby pin, and then slip inside. After the slipped in, I made my way to the attic door, trying to open it.

"It's locked, you need a something to stick in there to unlock it." Jerome said this while I kept playing with the door, hoping it would loosen.

"Got any ideas?" he eyed the door carefully, them reached in my hair to get a pin form it. I couldn't help but notice how gently he removed it.

"Try this." I stuck the bobby pin in there, trying to unlock the door. It stuck in, and made a rather loud sound.

"Is anyone near the attic?" Jerome and froze at hearing Victor's voice.

"Any ideas?" I looked around. We couldn't get to my room fast enough to hide.

"Yeah, just stay still." Jerome grabbed my wrist, tugged me against the door, and pressed our lips together.

"Mr. Clark, Miss Jacobs, may I remind you this is a school, not a movie theater." We separated, and I felt relieved. He bought it.

"Sorry sir. You know, hormones, and stuff." I told him this, hopefully making him buy what he just saw. Victor gave us a questioning look. I realized Jerome was still holding on to my wrist.

"Just don't let me catch you two doing this again. You both should know better. Now back to your rooms." We left, Jerome tugging me back into my room. He shut the door and gave my a big smile.
"Your a genius! He totally bought it!" Jerome picked me up, spinning me in a circle. I smiled bright at him.

"It was your idea! If it wasn't for you thinking so fast, we both would've probably been on house arrest for he next week!" He put me down after I said this, but kept both of us hands on my shoulders.

"I could kiss you right now, I swear." I felt myself blush again. A sudden knock on the door made us both jump apart.

"Come in." I called. Danny stepped in my room, looking back and forth between me and Jerome.

"So, how long have you two been messing around?" I put my hands on my hips when Danny said that.

"Excuse me?" Danny rolled his eyes at me.

"Patricia and I saw you two kiss by the attic door. She's probably going to tell Amber who will tell everyone. But seriously, how long have you two been together?"

"Were not technically together Danny. That was just a cover. Victor was about to find us trying to break into the attic, so we thought fast." I looked at Jerome, and saw how he kind of distanced himself from me and Danny. He probably didn't want to be in the middle of us arguing.

"Mhm. Sure."

"I've got to go, um, make sure Alfie's alright. See you later Britney." Jerome rushed out of the room. As soon as he left, I got the poster, and held it up to Danny.

"Look at the one, right there. Remind you of anyone?" Danny looked at the picture,his eyes getting extremely wide.

"It..It looks just like dad. Exactly like him. Even the ears. That's creepy." Danny examined the picture a little longer.

"Do you ever remember dad looking older? At all?" Danny bit his lip after I said this.

"Not that I can remember..." We both looked at each other weirdly. I heard someone, probably Mick call 'Supper's ready!' up the stairs. Danny put down the poster, and followed me to the dinning room. Everyone seemed to stop talking when I came into the room. I sat in my usual seat between Jerome and Mick. Several people kept looking back and forth from me and Jerome.

"So, um, anyone heard any good gossip lately? About secret couples?" Mick gave me and Jerome a look.

"Maybe about two blonde people?" I rolled my eyes at everyone dancing around the subject.

"Cut it guys. We aren't a couple. We were just trying not to get caught by Victor." I spoke after everyone looked at me.

"Besides...could you really see me and Jerome together? Impossible, right?" I felt like hitting myself in the head after saying that. Jerome seemed to sink in his chair a little next to me.

"That's not what it looked like..." Patricia spoke in a loud voice.

"Whatever Patricia. Your one to talk. What were you doing alone with my brother anyway?" Everyone seemed to stop eating and look at Patricia.

"Well...um...we were..." I smirked.

"Exactly what I thought." I got up from the table, giving Trudy my plate, and heading upstairs.