Sorry for the long wait. I didn't feel like writing because of the new episodes, but this is the last week, and I'm running out of excuses to procrastinate. :/ XD Also, the next chapter isn't done...my system's already screwed...oops.

GIA'S POV

Thursday morning I find myself at my kitchen table shoveling cereal into my face with a spoon.

Mom walks out of her bedroom buttoning her jean vest and making a face at me.

I stop for a moment, looking up at my mom. "Yeah?" I ask, a smile on my face as some milk dribbles down my chin.

She shakes her head, her face still contorted. "You're a mess. At least you're using a spoon, though." She glances up at the ceiling, pondering something. "I wonder if Sophie is…hm."

As she goes over to the fridge behind me I continue eating. I want to get to school early so Caitlin and I can go over the plan for tonight. Every other Thursday our 'group' likes to hangout, and this will mark the first one since Caitlin's arrival back home. She's handling everything really well, but if I was her and Dad and I had to lock my grandpa in a magical prison, I wouldn't be in such great shape.

Mom pulls out the chair across from me and settles into it with a bowl and a spoon. She reaches over and grabs the cereal, starting to pour it in.

"So what are you doing today, Mom?" I question with my mouth sort of full.

Mom motions for me to slide the jug of milk over to her and I give it a firm shove. "Well," she starts, carefully pouring in the milk. "Emma wanted to go shopping, but I didn't care for that, so Mia is coming with me to a car show."

I nod. "Cool," I manage, swallowing. "Cool," I repeat more clearly, smiling.

Dad rushes into the room, stubbing his toe on Mom's chair and muttering a cuss word as he stumbles over it.

"Babe," Mom says, spoon in hand. She turns around in her chair to look at her husband. "You okay? You're never this anxious."

Dad tears open the fridge and he's kind of scaring me. "Dad...are you alright?" I ask, setting down my silverware.

Dad grumbles to himself as he rummages through a cupboard above the sink. "Sure, sweetie. Sure."

Mom scoffs, dropping her spoon into the bowl. Milk splatters around it. "Just because Diego's on your case doesn't mean you have to act like this, Phillip."

I furrow my eyebrows. "On his case about what?"

Mom turns to me. "He wants your dad to work at The 7 with him."

I shrug and start to eat again. "I don't see what's wrong about that."

"That's exactly it," Dad says, pointing at me with the silvery PopTart packet. "There's nothing wrong with it, but if I want to work at Pizza Hut then I will, damn it!"

I raise an eyebrow at him and ask Mom, "Did he have coffee last night?"

Dad throws his arms up. "I'm off to work!"

Mom laughs and takes a stand to put her bowl away. "How long do you think the group will be out tonight?" she asks, and I hear plates clanking behind me.

"No idea," I answer, swallowing the last of my cereal. "I'm really excited, though. It's Caitlin's first hangout since she came back from Australia, and I want to try to make her feel better about things."

Mom takes me bowl from me and dumps the milk down the drain. "That's why I'm thinking you'll be out late." She smiles at me over my shoulder. "How's Caitlin taking it all?"

I grab my bag off of the back of my chair and sling it over my shoulder. "She seems okay, but I don't know. Is Uncle Jax okay?"

Andi snorts. "I haven't talked to him in awhile, so I wouldn't know. I'll ask Emma."

I shake my head. "Okay then." Starting for the back door I call out, "See ya!"

"Bye kiddo!"

And I'm out and down the street, running for the school. I hope Cait remembered to get her butt up early today.

Right before first period, I'm trying to gather up all my books, using a mental checklist so I don't forget something. Slightly down the hall I notice Caitlin at her locker. Her last name being Novoa and mine being Van Pelt, we're not right beside each other, but there happens to be very few students with last names in between ours.

"C!" I call, smiling as she locates me.

"G!" she mimics, sending me a lopsided grin. "So what's the plan for tonight?"

I push my math book to one side of the shelf in my locker and respond. "Well, I wanna do a lot since it's your first hangout after getting back," I smile, "so we're definitely going to the movies, bowling, dinner, annnnd…" I trail off, unsure of who's listening.

Caitlin gets what I mean, pinching her nose to imitate a snorkel. "This?" She sounds slightly nasal.

I laugh. "Yes, that."

"I gotta admit," she starts, fishing some pantyhose out of her bag with a quizzical look, making me giggle. "I'm really excited."

"You should be! This hangout is in honor of our little Caitlin coming back home," I tease, using my baby voice that I talk to pets in.

She playfully rolls her eyes. "I'm so honored."

"Honored to be in my presence?" Dustin guesses as he makes his way over to his locker beside Caitlin's, which just so happens to divide us.

Caitlin makes a noise and points a finger down her throat.

"Wrong," I translate, although it wasn't necessary. I have two books and three notebooks along with my pencil case piled up in my arms, and that's all I need for the morning. I close my locker and saunter over to Dustin, intrigued. "Is that lip gloss on you, Dustin?" He holds his head high and continues to rummage through his locker, but my grin just keeps growing. "From Nevaeh, I presume?"

Caitlin whistles at her brother and nudges him with her elbow. "Aye, Dustin's lady friend gave him a treat."

"I'm not a dog, alright?" he says, but he can't hide his huge smile. Nevaeh puts him in such a good mood it's insane.

"I bet she begs to differ," I disagree, shaking my head and leaning against the locker next to him.

He rolls his eyes and takes a bunch of his school supplies out of his locker and shuts it. Right before he heads to his first class, he turns around like he forgot something. "Oh, and I can't make it tonight."

Caitlin slams her locker shut and walks up to him. "Oh, you've GOT to be kidding me! Don't you want to hang out with your sister?"

He pretends to think for a moment. "Well, um, I live with you, Caity. I'll see you soon enough."

She scoffs as he leaves us. "I can't believe him," she tells me.

I can tell that she's truly upset, but she will see him at home. I shake my hand and say, "Hey, think of it this way: one less person to worry about when we…" I pinch my own nose and make a gargling sound.

She laughs. "Okay, good point."

"I know," I smile, putting my hand down. "Let's get to our classes."

We start off the same way, and I get a compliment. "You slay, Gianna."

I smile. "Why thank you."

"I gotta tell you something," Erin warns me as I make my way to the desk behind her.

It's study hall for both of us, and I sit right behind her. I set my books down and slide into my seat as she spins around in hers to face me. "What's up?" I ask, tapping my pencil against a notebook.

She leans on the top part of her chair and says, "My mom got a new scoop to check out."

A smile spreads across my face. "That's great! She'll have to leave you alone now!"

Erin tilts her head. "Ehhh…"

My smile drops. "What?"

She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and says, "She's dragging Dad and me along as a family to check it out."

I suck in a breath. "Ayee. That's arrogant."

Erin shrugs. "She does these things a lot, so it doesn't really affect me that much anymore. The reason I told you is she's taking us along tonight."

I shut my eyes and groan. "You're kidding."

"Nope."

I open my eyes as she turns around. I lean over my desk so she can hear me, giving whoever's behind me a view up my skirt. Oops. "Can't Autumn help you get out of it like she does for vlogging?" I ask in a whisper, even though with my skirt up no one would be paying attention to what I'm saying.

Erin shakes her head, turning to face me. "I can't risk it. She noticed I act a bit strange while vlogging most of the time, but in real life I think she'd pick up on it more. She's tried to investigate things before, Gia, and she'll do it again."

I make a noise in the back of my throat and slump down in my seat, making a mental note to wear the uniform pants tomorrow instead. "Alright. Stay away from your mom as much as you can."

She chuckles as our teacher comes in and the bell rings, signaling the beginning of study hall. "Trust me, I've been planning things out. Even for the car ride."

I smile and shake my head, starting to open my notebook. I have a math test I need to study for, and even if she and Dustin won't be able to make it, our group hangout will still be a reunion for Cait.

"So what movie do you want to see tonight?" I breathe, slowly walking down the road with Reese by my side.

He awkwardly coughs and looks away. "Uh, I don't really care. It's not really my place to say."

I furrow my eyebrows and hoist my bag's strap higher up my shoulder. "What are you talking about? I'd rather have you like the movie while everyone else hates it, than you hating it and annoying me throughout the whole thing," I joke, tilting my head at the boy.

He chuckles, but I can tell it's forced.

Groaning, I ask, "Okay, what?" I put my arm out and stop him from walking any further. We're so close to my house I can see inside my living room window.

Reese awkwardly scratches the back of his neck. "Well, I'm not really going to be watching the movie, anyway…"

I groan, and we start walking again. "Please tell me you did not find some hopeless girl on the streets and asked her out again, because I swear–"

"No, no," he cuts me, giving me a look as if I should know better. But if he did it once, he can do it again. "No, I'm just not coming, per say."

I scoff. "Are you kidding me?! Dustin and Erin already bailed, and now you are, too?"

He rolls his head around and moans. "Look, I don't want to, but I have to, okay? Can we leave it at that?"

"That depends." I turn to face him, crossing my arms. "Why do you 'have' to miss?"

He fumbles for words, and that's enough for me to yank him by the arm and up my driveway. "You're coming inside."

"No, Gia, I don't want toooo. I gotta get home," he whines, trying to put up a fight. Lucky for him, I have zombie in my blood.

"Oh, so you can avoid telling your dad you quit again? Right," I snort, opening the front door and shoving him through it.

Reese almost trips in the doorway but catches himself. "Alright, valid point, but I really should get home so my mom doesn't get worried and go on a rampa–"

"Oh, don't worry," Mom's voice wafts through the living room to us. We follow it until I see her coming out of her room, putting a feathery earring in. "Your mom's already at the car show waiting for me."

I slowly turn to face Reese and give him a look. He gulps and says, "Oh is she?"

"Nice try," I mutter.

Mom flips her hair back away from her feather and asks, "So what's with the mini-string bean?"

If Reese is offended by this, he doesn't show it. He just looks frightened. "He's skipping out on group night," I announce, sending him a glare. "And he won't tell me why."

"Hm." Mom thinks this over for a second, then asks, "Gia, you know where my chainsaw is, right?"

"Bye!" Reese body slams the front door and goes tripping down the street in a full-out sprint. Upon further inspection, he broke our lock.

Mom groans. "I'll get Emma to fix that. Don't need Daniel stooping in here to complain about his son."

I make a noise and start for my room. Three gone; six left.

Later that evening around four thirty, Caitlin, Seth, Buck, and I are waiting outside the AMC Sunset Place 24 movie theatre, slumped against the building. It's super hot today, and with the building radiating the heat onto us, it's all I can do not to rip off my shirt and call it a day.

Seth moans. "How much longer 'til the girls show up?" He leans his head back but yanks it upwards after touching the building, almost torching his hair.

Caitlin wipes the back of her hand across her forehead and checks her phone. "It's four forty-five." She lets her head fall onto her shoulder and looks at me. "The movie starts in five minutes."

I put my head in my hands just as Buck starts talking. "Then I guess it's a good thing you didn't bring a date, huh buddy?" So he's talking to Seth. I hear mumbling, then Buck talks again, "Yeah, no one really caught his eye yet, but he's open to anyone."

I lift my head up the slightest bit to give them a weird look, to which Seth hits Buck in the arm.

"Ow…" he mumbles, rubbing his arm.

Caitlin stands up. "Can't we just go in? If Nevaeh and Autumn come, then they can just find us. They know what movie we're going to see."

Seth follows her movement and stands up, stretching. "Yeah. Besides, my hair was nearly written by Suzanne Collins out here." Caitlin cracks a grin at that.

I glance over at Buck to see if he's agreeing with them when my phone sounds. I make a disgruntled noise but fish it out of my back pocket. "It's Autumn!" I exclaim, standing up and motioning for them to huddle around me as I answer it and put it on speaker phone. "Hey Autumn," I say, trying to keep my voice neutral. "Are you on your way to the theatre?"

"Actually, this is her dad," Diego's voice comes through. The guys' starting groaning. Caitlin just moves her hand and casts a spell to mute them for the time being, rolling her eyes.

"Oh, hi Diego!" I correct myself, smiling. I love Diego; he's so funny. "What are you doing on Autumn's phone?"

I think I hear some whispering, but I don't know. "Oh, she got sick and can't come tonight," he explains hurriedly, sounding nervous. "Her voice is almost gone, so she wanted me to call and let you know."

Even though he seems a bit on edge, I would've believed him if Caitlin hadn't leaned in and said, "But I just saw Autumn right before school let out with the Panthers, and she was fine."

Buck leans over me and shoves Caitlin in the shoulder, pointing to his mouth. She shakes her head, mouthing, 'No.'

"Um…well…"

"Dad!" Autumn's voice rings through the phone.

"I thought you said that she lost her voice," I say in a condescending tone.

"S-she did! When she was…five…" Diego sounds more panicked, and within a matter of seconds, I'm hearing the dial tone.

Caitlin lets out a single laugh in a disbelieving manner. "He did not just hang up. He's an adult!"

Seth makes a few noises that sound unnerved, throwing his hands around to try to express his annoyance.

I shut my phone off and put it back into my pocket. "Whatever. Autumn's blowing us off, so that makes four."

Caitlin drops her hands and they make a loud sound once they hit her thighs. She turns to face me and says, "Wanna bet Nevaeh's with Dustin right about now?"

I groan. Seth takes out his phone and types a new note reading Unbelievable.

Grabbing Caitlin's purse off the ground and handing it to her, we head inside the movie theatre. As we start talking to the guy behind the counter, I take a deep breath and glance at each of my friends in turn. "Four tickets, please."

Buck gets a strike, buffing his nails on his shirt. I try to walk past him to get my bowling ball, but he moves to one side then the other, blocking me.

"Hey, G, good luck. Cuz, you know…" He drops his voice as he leans closer, glancing around. "I'm kinda kicking your ass right now." Unfortunately, with Seth's phone and the boys' puppy dog eyes, Caitlin was persuaded to undo the mute spell.

I shove him away, sending a fake smile towards him. "Great, Buck. Maybe you can get a taste of your own medicine in a back alley some day."

He chuckles, going around me finally and heads for the candy counter. "Yeah, would you be doing that?" Really unfortunate.

I roll my eyes, a slight smile starting to form. "You wish, perv." I pick up my fuchsia-colored bowling ball and find the finger holes, breathing in and out.

"Actually, I don't," Buck calls back. I turn to look at him for a moment and see a sight I totally wasn't prepared for.

Seth and Caitlin.

Flirting.

"Oh my gosh," I mutter, swinging around.

Buck buys a candy bar and grabs it off the counter, sucking in a breath and holding a hand to his mouth. "G, you almost took that guy's head off."

I furrow my eyebrows at them – they're off in their own little world! Giggling, grinning, leaning closer…I'm pretty sure they forgot they're bowling.

"You alright, G?"

I avert my eyes and look at Buck, who moved closer to inspect me. I blink a few times, and with a slight shake of the head convince him otherwise. "Yeah, of course. I just zoned out while thinking how I'm gonna whoop your sorry ass at this game."

He grins, unwrapping the candy bar in his hands. "Yeah, I don't really see that happening." Taking a bite, he motions to the lanes. "But if you want to see your little dream crushed you should probably actually bowl, G."

I roll my eyes and turn around again, walking up to the line. I got too distracted and now Buck might win.

Nah, I tell myself, locking my eyes onto the pins straight ahead of me. You're calling this too early. I move the ball through the air a few times, then extend my arms and let it roll, closing my eyes on instinct. A few seconds later . . . I hear Buck laughing.

Alright, maybe you didn't.

"Seriously, you were so bad!"

I'd roll my eyes for probably the billionth time, but I'm sitting next to Seth who's across from Caitlin, and they're both playing footsie under the table. Caitlin accidentally kicked me, like, five times. Good thing I have Andi Cruz and a zombie-turned-human as my parents, so it didn't hurt.

"Thanks, Bucky. You're a real sweetheart," I mumble, stabbing my fork into a piece of meat. I glance back up at Caitlin (as if she's actually look at me this time) and guess what she's doing? Grinning like an idiot. Oh, and there's another kick. I try not to cringe at how incredibly awkward and bizarre I feel.

"I mean, before we started," Buck takes a loud slurp of his coke and points at me as he sets his drink down, "I thought you might give me a run for my money, but then you just got WORSE!"

"Yeah, yeah," I mumble, staring intently at Caitlin who's ignoring everything but the guy across from her. "Keep bragging your pretty little head off."

I feel a shoe graze my leg and in the next instant Seth is nearly dragged underneath the table. Buck looks over at Caitlin and makes a face. "What are you guys doing?" His face and voice reads disturbed.

Alright. I drop my fork onto its plate and kick Buck in the shin.

"Ow!" he yells, glaring as he bends over to rub his knee under the table.

"Buck, do you wanna walk with me for a second?" I ask, nodding towards the soda refills.

"Not really!" he groans, laying his face flat on the table.

"Great!" I slide out of my side of the booth and yank him to his feet. Shoving him away with minimal glances back at Caitlin and Seth, we make it to the drinks. I whip my hair back and stare at him. "Why are Seth and Caitlin flirting?"

Buck straightens up. His knee must be feeling better. "They're flirting?" He starts to turn his head but I panic and almost jump on him trying to turn him back.

"No, no! Don't look at them!" I hiss, grabbing his face and forcing him to look at me.

"Then what am I supposed to–oh for the love of God!" He rips my hands off of his face and places them at my sides. "G, you're freaking out over nothing. They're not flirting!" He shoots a quick glance over at them to confirm his statement. "Yeah, they're not."

"Buck, they're acting all cutesy and giggling, and they're acting like my parents," I admit, leaning forward. "It's scaring me."

He rolls his eyes. "You scare me."

I whack him in the arm. "Dude–"

"It's the first time they've seen each other in three months. They're just hanging out, G. Calm. Down."

I let out a breathe and nod. "You're right."

"I know I am."

We begin walking back. "Nothing's going on."

He snorts. "Besides, who would care if they were flirting? It's not a big deal."

"Says you…" I stop and he stops with me.

"What?" Buck arches an eyebrow down at me.

I move my tongue to the side of my mouth and start grinning. "Ha. Yeah, you know, I realize now that you didn't really tell both of us Seth's single, did you?"

He shifts his weight. "What are you talking about?"

I look up at him and cross my arms. "You're Seth's wingman, aren't you?"

His eyes flit around the room uncomfortably. "G, what are you rambling on abo–"

"Seth likes Cait, doesn't he?"

Buck finally locks eyes with me. "Uh…You see–" Having no real answer, he sprints over to the table, leaving me pissed off.

"Over the fence?"

"Over the fence," Buck nods, jogging the short distance to the fence keeping us from IHS' pool. I shrug and follow, hooking a foot in one of the holes to anchor myself.

"Uh, Gia?" Caitlin whispers to me, holding me back from climbing.

"Yeah?" I ask quietly. I really look at her face, and it's slightly nervous. "What's wrong?" I ask, hopping down from the fence.

"My parents don't know we're breaking into Iridium's pool," she starts out.

I give her a look, my eyebrows drawing up. "You're acting like ours do."

"No, I know they don't," she dismisses her mistake with a flick of the wrist. "I just…I don't really feel comfortable being in my bra and panties in front of them, and I don't want to get my clothes wet, because I don't exactly have the dry spell down…"

I tilt my head. "By 'down' do you mean like your mom and tele-transporting?"

She moves her hands up in down. "Ehh, sort of." She gives me a tiny smile. "But do you think there could be any swimsuit in the locker room?"

"Can't you just use magic for that?"

"Well yeah, but I don't want to use it all the time. Plus your mom's gonna be my Guardian soon, and she'll be checking my spell use."

"Didn't your dad have to go through that after he…" I trail off, unsure how to say it so it's not insulting. "He, uh…"

"Yeah. And that's why his children have to be monitored, too."

I furrow my eyebrows. "Wait, does Dustin even have a Guardian?"

She rolls her eyes. "Nope. He got out of it by pointing out that all previous Chosen Ones have been girls and therefore, he doesn't need to be observed."

I nod my head mockingly. "Uh-huh. So basically, he said that so no one interrupts him making out with Nevaeh."

"Preeeetty much."

"Of course." I turn to yell to the boys, "We're going inside!"

Seth has his shirt halfway off and spins too quickly, almost falling into the pool. Buck grabs him by the shoulders and hollers back, "You know, that's breaking and entering!"

"Well in case you need to go to the bathroom, you'll thank us!" I send him a grin, then usher Caitlin around the school.

The chemistry lab's window has been open since I first set foot in this high school, and tonight is no different. I motion to the window. "After you."

Caitlin rolls her eyes. "Thanks." She clambers in and I dive through the window next, injuring myself in the project. "Can you say celebratory?" she jokes, watching me stumble to my feet with one arm wrapped securely around my stomach.

I shove her and we start down one of the main hallways. "Ooh!" I exclaim, ignoring the pain in my stomach and breaking into a run towards my locker. I lift up the latch and open it, taking my math notebook out of it before shutting it again.

"What are you doing?" Caitlin asks me, reaching my locker.

I shake my head. "I forgot my notebook. Come on." We race down the hall and reach the locker room which has no doors. We go through the tiny maze and I find my one-piece. "Is this okay?" I ask, holding it up.

Cait nods. "Yeah, that'll work." I hand it over and wait outside one of the stalls while she changes.

I decide that now would be a good time to ask her some questions about a certain Miller. But I can't be too obvious, or she'll shut down. "Hey, you seemed to be talking to Seth a lot," I start out, immediately wanting to bang my head against a wall. Subtle.

"Uh-huh," she says slowly, and I hear a zipper.

Oh gosh, I feel so damn awkward. "You know you left me alone with Buck, right?"

She moves and a piece of clothing is dropped to the floor. "Yeah, sorry about that!" She laughs. "Seth was being such an idiot, and I even gave him the nickname 'Sexy Seth'."

I think she went on in more detail, but I was lost. I'm pretty sure that if you call someone sexy, you have to know that you were flirting. You just have to. But apparently, she didn't see it that way. Maybe neither of them did.

I'm taken out of my thoughts when I feel a thump on my back and move away from the door.

"You okay?" Cait asks, giving me a funny look as she comes out wearing my blue swimsuit. Now's probably not the best time to tell her it may or may not have been washed by now. Let's hope it is and move on.

"Yeah, just zoned out for a second," I say, shaking my head.

She shrugs and lets it go. "Alright. Let's get out there."

I grip my notebook tightly in my hand and nod, following her out of the locker room. "Okay. But remember not to leave me alone with Buck again, Cait."

She chuckles. "I won't."

But as soon as we get out there and see the guys in their boxers, Seth immediately comes over.

"Why are you wearing that?" he asks as Buck trails behind him.

Caitlin smiles. "As opposed to what?"

"Maybe that," Buck answers, pointing at me right before I pull my shirt off and can't see him anymore.

Cait sighs and says, "Well she's interesting."

I shake out my hair and drop my shirt onto the floor, starting to unbutton my pants. "Thank you so much, Cait," I joke, sliding off my jeans. I keep one eye on the guys the whole time, pleased that they're not staring.

Seth cracks his neck and turns to the pool. "So are we gonna get in or–"

"CANNONBALL!" I scream, racing past him and jumping into the air, curling myself into a tight ball just as I hit the water. I move my arms around and swim to the side of the pool I jumped over and come up, wiping my eyes.

Buck's staring down at me with his arms crossed, soaking wet. "Not funny, G."

I smile up at him and lay my arms on the concrete. "I thought it was." I spin myself around and start swimming away from him, kicking water up on him, smiling when I reach the other side.

Seth walks over to Buck as Caitlin lowers herself into the water. "Come on, buddy, just get in. We're gonna play chicken," Seth tempts him, tilting his head.

Buck's eyes light up. "I call Caitlin on my team!" He jumps into the water when Seth protests. Buck whips his hair back and breathes. "This way I can beat G again!" He repositions himself and stares intently at me.

"Awe shit," I mutter, pushing myself to swim away from him as he starts towards me.

Nearly forty-five minutes later, Buck had captured me and we played chicken, Seth and I against Cait and the idiot. It was an interesting game, and eventually the guys ended up on our shoulders with the help of a spell (not in my case; Seth may be super tall, but he's like, what? Ninety-five pounds?), Seth towering over us all.

We decided to switch so it was boys against girls, and after being up on Seth's shoulders, I felt like I was a midget on Cait's. Ultimately, Buck shoved me over and we climbed out of the pool. Cait made a fire pit appear, Seth made the fire, and then Cait cast a safety spell so it wouldn't go too far.

"I wish the others could've made it," Buck comments, shaking his hair around like a wet dog.

Cait laughs and leans away. "Don't put out the fire, bro," Seth jokes, nudging him.

I ring my hair out and say to Buck, "Wow that was actually somewhat meaningful."

Then he smirks. "They would've been able to see you lose at everything tonight."

I scoff, leaning to shove him over, making him fall back into the pool.

Seth's laughing now too, and when Buck's head lifts up he says, "You should think before you speak, dude."

Cait tilts her head, her face illuminated. "Oh no."

"What?" I turn around and am faced with sirens and Miami PD pulling into the IHS' parking lot.

DUN DUN DUN. Yep. The police. Ayee, this'll go over well. ;)

SkaterGirl: I appreciate your enthusiasm and interest in this story to go so far as create a character, but I'm not really looking for new characters. :/ Sorry, love. x3

NAME: Gianna Amber Van Pelt

NICKNAME: Gia (everyone) G (Buck)

BIRTHDAY: March 2

AGE: 16

EYES: brown

HAIR: mid-back brunette, dark purple tips

HEIGHT: 5'3

She's part zombie, which is why she has a slightly obsessive love of pizza.

She and Caitlin are best friends, just like their moms.

She has a very strong bond with both her parents, as they all love zombies.

She's a member of the Sharks.