Yes, its been forever. More than forever. I'm trying to get better at squeezing in time to work on my fics, but I'm horrid at planning. Bear with me through this. Here's the next chapter.

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The students were rip roaring. It seemed to everyone that the pep rally was a total success. Every person who was at all associated with Rydell High was crowded into the area around the football field, watching as the girls in those white sweaters and blue shirts contorted themselves into shapes thought impossible. Her friends spotted Sandy down there, holding pom-poms and trying to keep up. The cheerleaders smiled and began another rousing chant.

"Do a split! Give a yell! Give a cheer for our Rydell!" The words were barely heard over the crowd, but they went on with their routine. "Way to go, way to fight! Go Rydell! Fight, fight, fight!" The squad did cartwheels, except for the one on the end, who was not nearly as nimble as the rest, because she was new. She tumbled to the ground, but no one seemed to notice.

"And now," McGee started from her podium, tapping the mike. "Quiet please." She looked at the rowdy teenagers with a bit of contempt. "Quiet, everyone!" yelled the woman with such gusto and threat that the whole area fell completely silent. "And now, the man of honor, the coach who will pull Rydell out of a seven-season slump, our own Coach Calhoun." McGee waved him to the podium amongst the screams and cheers, and the coach walked up with a big smile.

"Who's the best?!" he screamed into the mike.

"RYDELL!"

"Give them hell, Rydell!" Calhoun shouted, and he was drowned out again.

Back on the bleachers, Sandy was trying to brush a stain off of her shirt, to no success. The rest of the cheerleaders were talking their mouths off next to her, leaving her out. She wasn't interested in the most recent make-ups anyway. Gold hair and a bright uniform caught her eye, and she looked up to see a jock sitting on the opposite side of the bleachers.

And he was cute.

I guess I can give up on Danny, Sam-- Sandy--thought to herself. He mouthed 'hi' to her.

"You students have a banner year coming up," Coach Calhoun said as the noise subsided. "A banner year."

Sandy mouthed 'hi' back to the boy.

"My boys are primed, and I mean really primed. Because I primed them," the man droned.

The boy, who had short blonde hair and was holding a helmet, mouthed, 'how are you?'

"They're not only primed, they're honed! Honed to a sharp razor edge!"

'Fine,' mouthed Sandy.

"We're not just going out there to win," the coach said solemnly. "We're going out there for glory. We're going to yank them, tear then, and rip them." He waved his hands around, more absorbed in his tale. "We're going to roll them around, and grind them, and eradicate them and kill them."

Holding her hand to her temples, McGee could just barely make out the form of Blanche making a violent face and strangling something imaginary.

"And then," Coach said loudly, "We're gonna slaughter them!" There was an eruption of sound as the students jumped and banged pots and screamed. "And after the slaughter is over," the man said with less gusto, "We'll come back here and ring that victory bell. Like we always wanted to."

Sandy put her hands over her ears again as the crowd grew out of control.

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The party was over and everyone was heading home. A few garage can fires had been lit as the losers, down-and-outs, and bad boys did their own celebrating.

"Hey, hey Danny," Sonny was saying as the T-Birds, minus Kenickie, gathered around their own can fire. "Watch this." He gathered Putzie and Doody around him. "You're gonna love it." The three started a peculiar Three-Stooges like routine that Danny Fenton found amusing, but his character just watched with a raised eyebrow.

"Do a split! Give a yell! Shake a tit for old Rydell!" The boys laughed and started punching each other, making strange noises. Danny swore he heard a dog bark in there somewhere.

"Guys!" he shouted, and the three stopped mid-swing. Looking down over his sunglasses, Danny said, "Be cool, huh?"

The three shuffled around a bit and muttered. Danny took a puff on his cigarette and blew away a cloud of smoke, towards a car that was blaring it's horn and coming up close to them. Putzie walked forward as the car was turning, jumping back as the driver hit the breaks.

"Hey, watch out Pinhead!" came a voice that clearly belonged to the remaining member. He stepped out of the car, a rusty and beat-up thing with no roof that desperately needed new paint, new tires, a new motor...new everything, really. Kenickie patted the hood with pride. "What do you think?"

Danny walked clockwise around the car, bending over and examining the rims. His face was blank and serious as he inspected what seemed like every inch of the car. Eventually he pulled back and looked at Kenickie, who was rubbing his head and looking a bit nervous.

Laughing suddenly, Danny cried, "What a hunk of junk!" The rest of the T-Birds joined in. Kenickie, glaring, leaned back on the door and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter.

"When she's fixed up, she'll run like a champ," he said as the flickering flame leapt out of his lighter. Smoke started to wisp out from the end--breaking character for a moment, Tucker glanced at the all-mighty script orb. Must he really...yes, yes it seemed he must. He lifted the nasty thing to his lips. The line, "I'm racing her at thunder road," was accompanied by a puff of foul-smelling gas.

"Thunder road?" Doody parroted, looking both excited and skeptical.

"Yeah," said Kenickie, looking over at his comrade. "Want to make something of it?"

"Make something of this heap," the boy chuckled. A fist came out and pulled the stockier boy so that he was looking directly at his leader's scowl. Doody bit back a cough as the black boy blew more of the smoke into his face.

"You're crusin' for a bruisin'," Kenickie said dangerously, raising up his other fisted hand to prove his point. Doody visibly gulped and put his hands up, a nervous smile popping out of nowhere.

Off in the distance there was the rumble of a car engine. The five T-Birds looked over, and the sight they were met with was not a very pleasing one. A black car, tricked out, and with red flames painted on the sides, was tearing through the parking lot, scattering people and trash-can fires everywhere.

"What are Scorpions doing here?" Sonny said, a hand shielding his eyes as he tried to better look.

"Think they want to rumble?" Kenickie said, dropping Doody and the cigarette in the same moment. He whipped out his lighter and took a step towards the car, but a hand on his shoulder made him stop and turn around.

"We'll be ready," Danny said. Both of the boys smiled.

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The crowd was carrying the coach out of the stands into the parking lot, much to McGee's disdain. If there was one thing she hated, it was the annual pep rally.

"All right gang," Calhoun was saying from his perch, "Let's go get them!" Amidst the cheering, he and his mass of students raced into the parking lots.

Sandy had broken off from the pack to head home, but a sudden breeze from behind her made her stop walking. She turned around when she heard the male laughter from...in her skirts? Looking down, there were two of the jocks, and they were tugging on the back of her skirt mischeviously. "Hey! What are you doing?" The boys just snickered, so Sandy turned and walked off as fast as she could manage. They tagged along. Just as she swore they were going to corner her, a familiar, red-haired face popped up and yelled at them. Frenchy flipped the two boys off and they were gone, mumbling.

With a sigh, Sandy said, "Thanks Frenchy."

"You were really great," she said, patting her shoulder.

"I was so nervous," Sandy confessed, wringing her skirts.

The other girl clucked her tongue. "Your split was de-voom!" she said, elbowing the other girl and missing the wince. They continued on in silence, heading to where the cars were parked. Not having a car herself, Sandy was hoping that she could get a ride home from Frenchy or one of her other friends. Achieving this wouldn't be easy, though, since she was certain that the rest of the "clique" would try to do the same thing. She would have to come up with some way to ask. The poor girl was so absorbed in planning that she didn't notice when Frenchy split off to talk to some all-to-familiar faces.

She only looked up when she heard the giggling. And standing there, to her slight dismay, was Rizzo and the rest of the Pink Ladies.

"Hi, Sandy," Rizzo said. Her smile didn't exactly feel safe.

"Hi," the blonde responded cautiously.

"We got a surprise for ya," she said, and the Pink Ladies clustered around, giggling. They shoved her off towards a different part of the parking lot.

Leaping into action, Frenchy pulled a brush from seemingly nowhere and started attacking Sandy's head with it. "Let me comb your hair down."

"Where are we going?!" Sandy yelled as she pushed the girl off of her.

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"Ya know," Danny said, patting the rusty bumper of Greased Lightning, "This car could be make-out city."

"The chick will have to put out before she gets in!" Sonny shouted, and the guys erupted into a fit of laughter. The noise masked the sound of feet walking across the loose stones "paving" the parking lot.

"Hey, Zucco!" Danny jumped, whipping around and almost losing his cigarette in the process. His surprised expression turned into a glare when he noticed the speaker.

Rizzo smiled that unsafe smile again. "I got a surprise for you."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." The ringleader stepped aside to reveal her circus of girls, pushing their newest member forward.