Author's Note: A big thanks to everyone's great reviews. They've really made me smile. And from now on, I'm going to ignore that anon reviewer. After it's just one jerk in a sea of nice fans, so whatever. There's always gonna be a critic, am I right? Anyway, I've never done this, but I'm going to take this time to answer reviews! Here goes:

Fomalhaut (and anyone else who noticed): I know I didn't use Rave's original canon name. It just didn't roll off the tongue for me and I kinda started playing around with it. I thought James "Rave" Bartlett just sounded cooler. Haha no offense to Kira Kurry.

Also to Fomalhaut: I'm not sure what I have planned for Nat's big audition yet. Rest assured, though, it'll be crazy!

Wolfisis: Thanks so much for your review! I'm always trying to do unique things with the pairings. Some KevEdd plots are just done to death, I'm afraid to say. Rev!Edd x Kevin is my OTP. I love me some AlphaOmega :)

Misaki-Sophia: I was hoping someone would point out that joke. I worked real hard on Nat's inner rants. I'm similar to Nat in many ways, so all the good stuff comes from in here *points to brain*

KenDan55: I'm so glad I have you hooked. Due to lack of wi-fi, updating is slow, but I'll do the best I can :)

Chapter 7 (Kevin POV)
As if I wasn't enough of a masochist, now I'm going back for more.

It was the next morning, and here I am walking right up to that smug son-of-a-bitch Edd like I have a deathwish. I didn't get the last word, though, and to me it feels like unfinished business. He brings out the worst in me.

He was at his locker, standing in front of it with the door open to shield him from the nearby camera as he nursed a cigarette. I slammed the door into his face and he fell back, cigarette falling to the ground with him. I stepped on it to put it out.

"Smoking's bad for you, Vincent," I hissed.

He snarled, rubbing at his injured forehead. "I see you're back for more."

"I just want you to know it wasn't my fault," I said, keeping myself composed. "Even so, it doesn't matter. It's not like we're obligated to go to the dance. So let's just forget it."

"You shouldn't do that."

Nazz appeared from behind me, picking up the diminished cancer stick and throwing it in the trash.

"And why not?" Edd asked, getting to his feet and shutting his locker.

"Well," she began, "when I was paired with Marie, I thought they'd made a mistake too. And I was thinking the same thing as you guys. Before this, I never would've thought that way about a girl. Then Marie invited me to lunch and we started talking. We had a lot of common and we got along really well."

"Get to the point," the ravenette pushed.

She scowled at his rudeness. "The point is the Match Test isn't bullshit. And if the both of you would be civil and talk to each other like adults you'd realize that. You too were matched. Give it a chance before you knock it."

Edd scoffed. "In your dreams. I'm outta here."

He turned to walk away. Before I could tackle the asshole for being so close-minded, Nazz stepped in front of me.

"Hey Edd wait a sec," Nazz called out.

The boy stopped but didn't turn around.

"How about you both come to my party tomorrow night," she said. It wasn't an invitation, it was an order. "You guys can get to know each other. It would be perfect."

The ravenette just resumed walking, and I rolled my eyes.

Nazz shrugged. "Hey no worries. You're still gonna come right?"

I smiled, and nodded. "Of course. Wouldn't miss it."