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Chapter 7

We all knew that by dawn's early light things would be different. For one thing, the Cat was spotted fleeing the scene of her crime. But sweetheart, no matter where you run, you just can't hide.

What happens when you fall out of favor with a queen? The Captain may just find out, after last night's spat they were seen eating breakfast at separate table for the first time in months.

Bashes haven't left bed. Guys night is all well and good, but when it's been a while the morning after can be so difficult.

Prepsters slept on their own too. Something tells me she just needs a little space.


Julie hurriedly got dressed in the morning. Scooter wasn't awake yet, maybe she could sneak out before he woke up. She didn't want to deal with what last night meant.

"Hey," he rolled over. "Where are you heading?" She looked at him.

"To the bus station," she said. "I have to get back."

"You weren't even going to kiss me good bye?" He teased getting out of bed and kissed her. She whimpered and put her arms around his neck. "Why did we even break up?"

"You cheated on me," she said. He laughed. "And I was in love with Dean."

"Small details," he smirked. She giggled. "So, what now?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "I guess I'll call you." He nodded and they kissed each other.

"I love you," he said. She nodded.

"I um," she swallowed, "I should go."

"Right," he said. "Sure," he pushed her hair behind her ear. "I really enjoyed last night Julie."

"I did too," she said. "I really did." He smiled. "I see now, why Connie had so much trouble staying away from you." He laughed.

"I hope you have trouble too," he kissed her again.

"Bye Scooter," she whispered and slipped out, pulling her shoes on. "I'll call you, I promise." She walked out and sighed. What was she thinking?


Carlyle woke up and stretched feeling around in her dorm bed for Charlie. Then she remembered he wasn't there. What had they even fought about? Oh right, he was being a jerk about her new friendship with Dwayne. And maybe she'd then flirted with Dwayne a little to prove her point. Which was sort of bitchy. Crap, that meant Charlie won!

"Hi," Connie walked in, drying her hair with a towel. "Did you know that weird French girl got a single?"

"Really?" Carlyle said. Connie nodded. "That sucks."

"So what did you and Charlie fight about last night?" Connie said.

"God, he's being so ridiculous," Carlyle rolled her eyes. "He told me he wanted me to be nicer to his friends, and then I was and he got all 'I mean I wanted you to be nicer to Connie,' and possessive." She kicked her feet out from under the covers and stood up.

"Oh," Connie said. "Sure, yeah, that makes sense." She stopped. "Wait, no it doesn't. What are you talking about?"

"OK, so I sort of flirted with Dwayne," Carlyle said. Connie looked at her. "Like that's some big shock, I flirt with other guys."

"Dwayne?" Connie said. Carlyle nodded. "Dwayne Robertson?" Carlyle nodded. "We're talking about the same guy right? With the cowboy hat and the guitar?"

"Yeah," Carlyle stood up and looked in the mirror. "Ugh, God, I'm all puffy! I should know better than to drink beer, I always get bloated." Connie stared at her. "Oh, right, we're having a conversation. Yeah, we started hanging out because of my horse and everything, we have a lot in common."

"Oh," Connie said. "Right, well, that explains why."

"What explains why?" Carlyle frowned.

"Why Charlie got jealous," Connie said. Carlyle looked at her. "Carlyle, what do you guys have in common?" The other girl went to talk, "besides sex."

"Oh, besides sex?" Carlyle said. Connie nodded. "I um," she said and frowned. "We're both popular."

"Popularity and sex," Connie said. Carlyle nodded. "You know I was in that relationship last year."

"With Luis," Carlyle nodded.

"No," Connie frowned. "Luis and I have a lot in common. I meant Scooter."

"Oh right," she said. "You were with him." She stopped. "You know something Connie, you're kind of a slut."

"I'm starting to realize that myself," Connie said and the two girls started giggling.


Portman got up and walked outside. Fulton was still drooling and asleep. It had been kind of a wild night. He stretched and headed to the bus stop. Julie would be getting in soon.

"Hello," he sighed. That weird French girl that Tammy knew was already up, and apparently had gone for a jog already.

"Uh, hi," he said.

"You ran off last night," she said. He smiled. She was extremely hot, very tall, and thin, just like Tammy. Her hair was jet black and her skin was really pale. Basically, she was the anti Julie. And the accent was really, really sexy.

"Yeah, um," he said. "Like I said, and Tammy said she said, I've got a girlfriend."

"But she was not there," Monique said. "She was visiting her old boyfriend." He nodded. "This does not worry you. I know that I never visit ex boyfriends except to,"

"Julie's not like that," he said simply. "I actually have to go meet her."

"Hm," Monique shrugged. "Well, if you ever change your mind," she smiled and winked jogging away. He watched her go and then shook himself. He didn't have time for crazy French figure skaters, who apparently had been stalking Tammy. Not to mention there was Julie. Julie, his girlfriend, who he loved, and had always loved and would always love. Or something like that.


Annie walked into breakfast and then sat down next to Adam. She smiled waiting for him to kiss her.

"Adam," she said.

"Hi," he smiled and kissed her on the cheek. She frowned. That was weird. Tammy and Fulton sat down with them, and then Charlie.

"Have you guys seen Carlyle?" He asked. "Or Cowboy? Have you seen either of them?"

"We're not exactly friends with Carlyle," Tammy said. "And um, why would you be looking for Dwayne?" Charlie scowled. She glanced over seeing Monique walk in. "I have to go."

"What's going on with her?" Adam said.

"Oh that French girl was stalking her," Charlie shrugged. Fulton looked at him. "What?"

"She told you that?" He said.

"Sure," Charlie nodded. Fulton nodded. "Dude! We just talked."

"Whatever," Fulton mumbled and got up and walked away. Charlie sighed and followed him.

"Why didn't you kiss me?" Annie asked turning to Adam.

"Huh?" He said. "You said you needed space." He shrugged.

"I meant not having sex all the time," she said. "Not like, not kissing. God, what is wrong with you?" She stood up and stormed out.

"Fine," Adam said. "Easier to finish my breakfast without all of you people and your stupid problems." He mumbled.


Spotted: Perfect Girl and Queen walking around campus arm in arm and giggling and chatting. Didn't they hate each other a week ago? God, if even I can't keep up anymore what is happening to the world.

Frenchie jogging around campus, boys whistling as she passes. She seems to like it.

Cat and Bash saying hello very awkwardly. Will she tell him what a bad girl she was this weekend? Wait and see!


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