lozzard-wellard: Thought you'd like the Hazzard bit :P Thanks for reviewing again!

abby: I used to love that episode. That and The Experiment were my favourites. I wish Disney would show them more, but they only show Recess like twice a week (well where I live anyway) and it's always the same episodes over and over again… anyway, thanks for your review :)

LaughALife: I thought I'd show TJ in more of a bad light, because in nearly every other Recess story you read, TJ is this perfect, sweet, romantic guy, and there are loads of reviews saying 'OMG I wish I could have a boyfriend like TJ!!' so I thought I'd be original. :P Thanks for reviewing!

anon: Yup, it was pretty shocking :P Anyway, thanks for reviewing!

Huge thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far, glad you all like the story! Here's Chapter 4!

Bold italics- Writing

Italics- Flashbacks & thoughts

Normal Font- Normal story :)

ENJOY!!

Rach :D xx

Ashley felt like someone had slapped her across the face. How could TJ have turned out to be like… well… like that? She'd always thought that when he was older, he'd be the same old TJ. Backwards red baseball cap. A prankster with a heart of gold. Everyone's best friend.

Ashley glanced nervously at the new TJ, a guy she still didn't register as TJ, who was mixing a load of acids together and watching eagerly to see if they'd explode. That was not TJ. That was just some stranger with TJ's name.

There was a knock on the door, and Menlo waddled in, looking remarkably like a penguin. "Sorry to bother you, Dr. Black, but the principal wants to see TJ Detweiler."

"Oooooooooooooh!" the whole class chorused, until TJ threw them a death glare and they shut up immediately.

Menlo and TJ left the room, leaving Ashley alone with the bubbling mixture of acids. "Sir!" Ashley said, panic in her voice, but Dr. Black laughed. "Oh, no need to worry, Miss Mills," he said calmly. "I taught Mr. Detweiler last year, and I know about his reputation for mixing the acids together… so I always make sure everything I use is perfectly harmless."

It was odd how Dr. Black spoke about TJ with a fond tone to his voice. How could anyone be fond of TJ, the way he was acting right now?

But what if it's all a front? What if, underneath, he's exactly the same guy I fell in love with in grade school?

Ashley remembered all the times TJ had been there for her when no one else was, and it was then Ashley made her decision. She was going to see the real TJ Detweiler, whoever that was. A fresh determination swept over her, like a hunger. It was going to be a challenge. But she was ready. She was going to succeed. She would find the real TJ if it was the last thing she did.


"Good morning Ashley! You're looking very classy today," Randall said, and Ashley scowled at him. Everyone in the hallway was staring at her- God knew why. Yesterday she was practically invisible.

"Wanna see the school paper?" Randall said, thrusting a copy of the paper under her nose. The headline was her name, and the picture was a captured moment of shock and horror on her face, because of Randall suddenly taking a photo of her. Ashley snatched the paper from Randall's hands and read the article:

Ashley Mills: As Innocent As She Seems?

Yesterday, a new student joined the senior year at our school. Her name is Ashley Mills, and I had the pleasure of showing her around. To most, she seems like a quiet, normal girl- but is Ashley Mills as innocent as she seems? I, Randall Weens, have uncovered the truth.

When we ate lunch together, I asked her various questions, but she seemed a little secretive, and I have unearthed the shocking reason behind it…

Oh no. Randall knows. But how?

Ashley was abandoned in a dumster as a baby. Her mom had post-natal depression and was unable to look after her. So Ashley lived in an orphanage for the first thirteen years of life, until she ran away.

What?

Mrs. Edna Foster, owner of the orphanage, said that Ashley was a very sneaky little girl who was always finding ways to make the other children feel intimidated and miserable.

After Ashley ran away from the orphanage, she lived with her friend for a while. This friend was the only friend Ashley has ever had, and no wonder. But after a while, Ashley used her devious ways to have an affair with her friend's dad, who is 25 years her senior, and her friend's mother kicked her them both out of the house.

They got a little flat together for a while, but Ashley's lover was tragically killed by a gang, and Ashley was so upset she attempted suicide. She was just 15 at this point.

After making a full recovery, Ashley discharged herself from hospital and now lives on our streets as a hobo. When she started at this school yesterday, she became friends with Mikey Blumberg. Mikey, if you're reading this, I'd lock up your dad if I were you.

Ashley kicked Randall hard in the private area, and was delighted when he groaned in pain. "What was that for?" Randall asked.

"Well what was that for?" Ashley said, pointing to the newspaper article.

"C'mon, you were boring!" Randall protested. "You wouldn't tell me anything. And I had to tell them something! It's my job!"

"D'you really think anyone's gonna believe that?" Ashley asked Randall. At this point, a freshman girl with curly hair tapped her on the back. She looked at Ashley in awe.

"Is it true?" she said. "Did you really have an affair with your best friend's dad?"

"URGH!" Ashley yelled, kicking Randall where it hurt again before storming out of school. She didn't care if it was only her second day and she'd make a bad impression. If this was school, she didn't like it- she wanted to be home-schooled again.

Ashley didn't know where she was going, and she didn't care; she had to go somewhere. Away from that place. Away from Randall. Away from all the people with the paper in their hands, staring at her like she was some sort of five-headed alien.

After walking for about half an hour, she eventually came across a lake. The lake was soothing and peaceful, probably the only thing in her life that was.

She sat on the grass and leant against a tree, when she noticed something about that tree. It had initials carved into it.

G.G., M.B., V.L., T.J.D. + A.C.

Ashley smiled, hearing the voices in her head all over again:

"Remember that summer when we all carved our initials into that tree?"

"Yeah, and Spinelli got hers wrong!"

"Hey, I was seven! And S's are tricky!"

Ashley chuckled to herself, remembering that summer. They'd spent pretty much every day at that tree and had had some good times… including the wedding…

"We are all gathered here today to celebrate the marriage of TJ and Spinelli," Mikey announced. He was wearing his mom's white silk nightdress and holding a textbook, pretending it was a Bible. Why? Because they were learning about marriage in class, and wanted to know what a wedding was like.

"Hey, no fair!" Spinelli said, crossing her arms. She was wearing a T-Shirt and jeans because she drew the line on wearing a dress- but she was wearing a hair band with toilet paper under it to look like a veil, so you could tell she was the bride. "Why is it always TJ and Spinelli? Why can't it be Spinelli and TJ for a change?"

Mikey sighed, but didn't look annoyed. "Fine, Spinelli and TJ… um, Gretchen, what do I do now?"

Gretchen sighed. She was the bridesmaid so she was wearing a yellow dress and holding some yellow buttercups that TJ had picked from Prickly's private garden. "Mikey, I told you I should have been the vicar!"

"But you're the only other girl!" Vince said, and Spinelli shot him a death glare. "I- uh- mean the only girl. We needed you to be the bridesmaid."

"But it would have made more sense if I was the vicar, seeing as I actually know the procedure for a wedding ceremony," Gretchen said, irritated.

"But then we wouldn't have had a bridesmaid, and Mikey would have had to wear a dress, and everyone knows boys can't wear dresses!" Vince said.

"Mikey wouldn't have had to wear a dress- Spinelli isn't wearing a dress and she's the bride," Gretchen snapped. "And Mikey's already wearing a dress."

"Oh yeah…" Vince said, realisation dawning upon his tiny face. TJ sighed. "I don't know what any of you are talking about, but can we please get back to the wedding?"

"OK," Mikey said brightly. "Uh- I think we have to sing a hymn now."

"We don't know any hymns!" Vince said- they all went to church, but none of them could remember any of the hymns they sang.

"OK- uh- we'll sing Happy Birthday, then!" TJ said, thinking fast. "But we'll sing happy wedding day instead of happy birthday."

"Works for me!" Spinelli said cheerfully, so the five tiny voices sang:

"Happy wedding day to you,

Happy wedding day to you,

Happy wedding day dear TJ and Spinelli-"

"SPINELLI AND TJ!!" Spinelli screamed.

"Spinelli and TJ-

Happy wedding day to you!"

"And now it's time for the rings!" Mikey announced, and Vince, the best man, stepped forward, puffing out his chest importantly. He took out a small box that contained two plastic rings. TJ and Spinelli exchanged the rings, then Vince stepped back: it was time for the 'I do's'.

"Do you, Spinelli, take you, TJ, to be your awful wedded husband?"

"It's lawful!" Spinelli, TJ, Gretchen and Vince chorused. "OK, lawful wedded husband then," Mikey said, and Spinelli said, "Yup."

"No, you can't say 'yup', you have to say 'I do'," Mikey said, and Spinelli rolled her eyes. "Fine, I do."

"I think there's something to do with better and worse and richer and poorer-"

"I'm not giving TJ all my money!"

"Until death do you part."

"What? Death? Why's there something about death in there? Weddings are meant to be happy! And people don't die till they're old anyway." Spinelli said.

"Whatever… TJ, do you take Spinelli to be you aw- lawful wedded wife?" Mikey asked, and TJ nodded eagerly. "I do!!"

"Congratulations, you are now husband and wife," Mikey said. "Yay!" Gretchen and Vince cheered, dancing around the tree.

"You may now kiss the bride," Mikey said, and TJ and Spinelli looked at each other in disgust.

"Kissing? Ewwwwwwwwww!!" they said together, making sick faces.

"If I kiss Spinelli, I'll get cooties and die!" TJ said.

"I'd rather kiss Randall than kiss TJ!" Spinelli exclaimed.

"We went to all that trouble to get married, and all we get is a stupid, lame kiss at the end?" TJ said, and Spinelli nodded. "Yeah, it's stupid, isn't it? Wanna go to Kelso's?"

"I'm in!" TJ said.

TJ climbed onto his bike, and Spinelli climbed onto the seat behind him, holding on tightly to his waist. TJ swapped his hat for a helmet, and handed the spare helmet to Spinelli, who swapped it with for her veil, which she threw onto the grass.

"Wait, Spinelli, you need to throw the bouquet!" Vince said, and Gretchen quickly ran over to Spinelli and handed her the yellow flowers.

"Why d'you throw a bouquet?" TJ asked curiously.

"It's a wedding tradition- the bride throws it into the crowd and people say whoever catches it will be the next to marry," Gretchen said intelligently.

"Who'd actually want to get married if you have to kiss at the end?" Spinelli said, wrinkling up her nose in disgust- but she threw the flowers anyway. TJ and Spinelli didn't see Gretchen catch them, because the TJ started to pedal the bike to Kelso's, the 'Just Married' sign stuck to the back of the bike proudly on show to the rest of the world…

"Hello?" a voice said, bringing Ashley back to reality…

Were you all thinking it was another shock? Well it isn't! And that's the REAL shock! Because you're shocked that there hasn't been a shock in this chapter!! But there IS a cliffie, so if you're ever gonna find out who that person is, I'm gonna need reviews…