A/N: Thank you for the reviews, loves. It really means a lot. Though, the 2nd chapter I posted didn't appear like it should have and it said it didn't update, so barely anyone saw it which was really annoying.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy. This chapter is just a filler, but I don't want to move the story along too fast.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravity Falls. But if I did, I sure as hell wouldn't end it after only two seasons…

Dipper, in fact, did see the blond girl again. He was very annoyed to find her in almost all of his classes except for history and Spanish. Every time he walked in the class and saw her, they both sighed and rolled their eyes. Of course, he chose the seats that were the farthest away from her as possible. They both ignored each other and went on with their ways separately—which Dipper was glad for. He didn't have the energy to deal with her.

Besides being in most of the same classes as that blond girl, Dipper actually liked this school. Even though he was a week into it, he had no less than 98% in everything…well, except English. He had an 82% in that; he wasn't exactly a writer. But other than that, things were going well. Also, he actually made a friend. The white haired guy that took him to math class showed him a few other classes and Dipper got his name—Gideon. He wasn't very tall (no shorter than 5'5, though) and seemed to be rich as well from all the chains he wore. But at least he wasn't a rich snob like the blond girl, Dipper thought, as Gideon invited him to sit with him at lunch.

Other than school, Dipper found the Mystery Shack, his temporary home, to be kind of interesting. He explored the forest with Mabel and wrote down all of the mysterious things he saw. And Grunkle Stan was a bit sour to them at first. He obviously hated kids, and was not happy to have two teens living with him. But he was promised a fourth of the paycheck their parents were getting, and he lightened up after that. Although the shack wasn't very…up to par like the houses back in California, it was still fun. What wasn't fun was when Mabel brought home her new best friends and they would talk about boys and giggle all day. Dipper spent that time watching Ducktective down stairs, though. But he was starting to like Gravity Falls; other than that blond girl.

And speaking of her, it wasn't until a few weeks later did he learn her name. He was in the cafeteria at lunch during school, eating hotdogs with Gideon.

"So," Gideon suddenly said through a mouthful of food. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Dipper frowned. "Um, no. I just came her a few weeks ago, dude."

"Hmm…so what about before, back in Cali?"

If he had trouble talking to guys, he sure as hell had trouble talking to girls. "Not really," was Dipper's answer. "What about you?"

"Yeah, I have a girlfriend," he nodded, looking past him. "Actually, here she comes now."

Dipper turned and his jaw dropped. Gideon's girlfriend was that blond girl! How could he, a cool, chill dude, be with her, a rude, snobby, vain, self-absorbed—

"Um, babe?" the girl said, eyeing Dipper in disgust as she walked to Gideon. "Why are you sitting with this loser?"

"You don't even know the guy, how are you calling him a loser?" Gideon asked, putting his arm around her when she sat down next to him.

"Unfortunately," the girl said, beginning to eat, "I do. Hey, Dipwad, can you leave? You're kind of ruining my appetite."

"Mine's already ruined." Dipper pushed his tray away from him and folded his arms. "Why are you even here? You never sat with us before."

"Eh, my friends got boring today. I wanted to be with my boyfriend."

Dipper gagged as they kissed.

"So." Gideon pulled away from the girl. "You know Pacifica, huh?"

He snorted. "Your name is Pacifica?"

Her ears turned red as he laughed. "Shut up! Your name is Dipper, so you should be the last one talking."

"Actually, it's not. Dipper's just a nickname."

"Whatever."

Gideon smirked. "Hey, you wanna know her last name?"

Pacifica glared at her boyfriend and Dipper shrugged. "Sure."

"Pacifica Northwest."

Dipper howled with laughter as she turned even redder. "You were named after an ocean?"

"A northwest ocean," Gideon said, laughing along.

"Ugh! Shut up!" Pacifica growled, throwing a piece of her bread at Dipper's head. The throw knocked his hat up and he gasped, quickly shoving his hair in the way of his birthmark.

Pacifica frowned. "What's the matter with you?"

Dipper's face flushed and he shoved his hat back on. "Nothing!" then he threw his bread at her.

"Food fight," Gideon whisper yelled.

"Babe, I am no hooligan," Pacifica scoffed, throwing the bread back at Dipper. "Only this baboon would even—HEY!"

Dipper watched in satisfaction as she spluttered and coughed. He had thrown his apple juice right on her face. He would have never done that at his old school, but Pacifica really got on every last one of his nerves for some reason.

"My hair!" she screeched, clawing at her blonde waves—that were now diminishing and becoming stringy.

"Pacifica…." Gideon warned slowly.

"You are so dead, you diphead!" she dumped her chicken noodle soup right on his head. Reflexively, Dipper ripped off his hat because the soup was spilled all over it. When he noticed what he did, he put his hair back on his forehead and glared at her.

"You little—"

"What on earth is going on here?!"

Dipper froze and closed his eyes. He wasn't even there for a month and he was already going to get in trouble! He never got in any trouble whatsoever at his old school.

"Uh—Mrs. Northwest…" Dipper choked out.

"Mom! This guy threw his juice at me for no reason so I—"

"So you retaliated?" Mrs. Northwest said, glaring at her. Pacifica slunk down in her seat and looked down. Dipper didn't even notice—he was too busy wondering why she called her mom…wait…Pacifica Northwest…Mrs. North...

Oh.

"You, young man, are coming with me," the principal told Dipper. "How dare you mess up my daughter's hair?"

"But—"

"And you," she turned to Pacifica, who jumped. "I will deal with later."

Pacifica slumped down even more, fiddling with the bracelets on her hand. Dipper inwardly snorted. Serves her right.

"Where are we going?" Dipper asked fearfully as the principal began dragging him out of the cafeteria.

"You have detention."

"What about her?!"

She ignored him and continued to walk. Dipper's blood boiled. This was the first time in his life that he got detention—and it was all because of her! She got special treatment because she was the daughter of the principal. It wasn't fair.

Dipper didn't think it was possible, but he hated Pacifica Northwest even more.

A/N: Wow. Even I didn't know that was going to happen. I didn't plan this part at all, I just kept writing. Oh, well. I hope you guys liked this.