Characters in this part in BOLD

Ethan "Spot" Conlon

Melody "Bittersweet" Conlon

Charity "Criss-Cross" Conlon

Josephine "Gip" Miller

Matthew "Specs" Gordon

Travis "Skittery" O'Connell

Evelyn "Hades" Swanson

Vinny "Ghost" Soprano

Crystal "Books" Sawyer – Tal

Amanda "Whisper" Conners

David "Davie" Jacobs

Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins

Michael "Sage" Dolson

Christina "Gin" Dolson

Jonathan "Gloves" Lawson

Mitchell "Kid Blink" Houge

Robin "Aisling" O'Conor

Tobi "Shady" Jones

Connor "Mush" Meyers

Tiffany "Tiff" Phillips

Brach "Bumlets" Williams

Marty "Crutchy" Gibson

Vincenza "Half-Pint" Bellachi

Liz "Maverick" Connors

Anne "Eire" Foley

Kyle "Ice" Romana

Belle "Stagey" Malone

Jack "Cowboy" Kelly

Oscar Delancey

Peter "Dutchy" Nelson

Catherine "Marsh" Romana

Bailey "Irish-Flare" Cadler

Kristen "Brownie"

Nicole "Jittery" Rullier

Taylor "Pie-Eater" McManus

Ethan waited, watching the seconds hand on the wall clock tick away. Where the hell was she? He slung his heavy backpack over his other shoulder and glared down the emptying hallway. "Looking for me?" a sultry voice purred in his ear.

Warm, soft hands intruded the skin just above his pants and a tongue gently flicked his earlobe. "No Bailey, I wasn't," Ethan said, putting his hands on hers and removing them from under his shirt. He turned around and couldn't help but look her over.

Bailey Cadler was a petite but curvy girl with a beautiful tan complexion, long thick black hair and radiant green eyes. His eyes drifted to her naked mid-drift, her tight black tank top stopping right above her pierced belly button and her bright pink UFO pants hanging low on her curvy hips.

"Have you seen my sister?" he asked after licking his lips. Bailey and Melody were pretty good friends and a part of the same small cliché. The fact that she was one of Ethan's main girls didn't bug Melody one bit.

"Soccer practice?" her eyes danced as a smile curled at the corners of her mouth.

"Bailey…" Ethan started, knowing that she knew quite a bit more than that.

"Well it's obvious she's avoiding you for some reason," Bailey interrupted with a smirk. "Did you take care of Brach already? Or are you still deciding if it's worth losing your drug supplier over?" she teased.

Ethan just scowled in response and looked up at the clock. He was not in the mood to discuss that, well at least not with anyone but his younger sister. "You got detention today?' he asked, searching the halls with his eyes one last time before heading towards the library.

"Of course, when am I not in detention?" Bailey rolled her eyes. She was always getting in trouble and had been the queen of detention for most of her high school career. One of the many legends of Bailey Cadler was the detention orgies that she had supposedly started, if they had indeed ever happened. If you asked her, she wouldn't tell you one way or another.

Bailey tugged at her hemp choker necklace which covered the scar on her neck and her bracelets on her wrists rattled together as they walked. Just outside the library, Ethan stopped and pulled her against him by her hips, looping his fingers in the belt-loops of her pants. "You want to come home with me after detention?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with lust. He leaned down and pulled her lips into a sensual, long kiss, the kind that makes even prudent girls go hormonal.

A deep breath released itself from Bailey's lungs as he pulled back and he knew her answer. "Good," he smirked and pulled her into the library, just in time for detention to begin.

The fresh spring air filled Melody's lungs as she stepped outside, clad in her longer black soccer shorts, hitting almost to her knees, and a loose white t-shirt on. She stretched just outside the door momentarily and took a sprinting run towards her teammates. She slid right into her comrade Kristin, slid-tackling her to the ground. "Hey!" the short brunette cried from the ground as Melody got up, dusting herself off.

Kristin was on the defensive squad like herself, and her position was right in front of her, being one of the full-backs. Melody's position was sweeper. She was the last person before the goalie. She wasn't a good long runner, but was an awesome sprinter, which made her a great sweeper. Her tough muscular legs could get the ball back across enemy lines in one hard kick and her aim was spectacular.

Melody held out her hand to the brunette, ignoring the glare her big hazel eyes were sending her way. "Can you blame me for trying to have a little fun?" Melody gave Kristin a genuine smile. The girl laughed in return and patted her on the shoulder.

"No I guess not," she replied. "Looks like drill time!" she smirked grabbing a soccer ball and hurtling it hard towards Mel's face and laughing as she caught it dead on. "Maybe you should try out for basketball too!" she laughed as she took off down the field, kicking the soccer ball as they started their many laps around the field.

Off to the corner Melody spied the cheerleaders practicing their routine and she turned to Kristin with a broad smile on her face, a very dangerous one. "Oh no Mel… you remember what happened last time…" Kristin started, knowing exactly what she was planning to do.

They split up into partners for passing practice and Melody couldn't help it. She stepped back a few feet and drove forward in a running pace. One. Two. Three. She kicked her leg forward and sent the ball spinning with reckless speed straight for the top of the pyramid the cheerleaders were forming. Melody couldn't help laughing as the pyramid fell apart and the cheerleaders were scattered on the ground. The head cheerleader was holding her head and pointing straight at Melody.

Nicole Rullier was enemy number one when it came to the cheer squad. The girl would not leave Melody alone. Well she did have good cause to dislike the blue-haired girl. Her boyfriend, Taylor McManus, was one of the actual affairs that Melody committed. She wasn't proud about it and when she found out he had a girlfriend while they were sort of 'seeing' each other, Mel was royally pissed.

Melody's mistake in the whole situation was telling Nicole about the whole thing. Her whining, pathetic boyfriend feigned innocence and she believed him! Of course he told everyone else differently, for Melody was quite a prize to be one. He was the few honest ones that boasted about getting her in the sack, and he was the most annoying one in Melody's eyes. He couldn't keep his bloody mouth shut.

Taylor and Nicole was a perfect high school match. Nicole was a tall French girl with a beautifully toned and tanned body. Her hair was long and light brown and she had big brown matching eyes. If she wasn't dressing preppy, she was sexing her look up and often got attention from other guys, which Taylor didn't like one bit. She was pretty friendly, but was known for her temper. Melody and she had gotten into a cat fight right after Mel had confronted her about her boyfriend. The girl packed a good punch but was no match for Melody. Another thing that peeved her off was how Nicole got off with a warning and she got a suspension.

Taylor may have been good eye candy, but he was a total asshole most of the time, at least that's how Melody saw him. She saw the sweetness he poured onto Nicole, but after he seduced Mel into a one night stand, he dumped her just as quick. She should have seen it coming; after all he did run with the popular crowd. Ethan gave him a black eye for it though, it was the one time Mel had confessed the truth to him, and one of the many times she enjoyed watching the guy get a beating.

"Looks like I'm cutting soccer short!" Melody called as the cheerleaders started walking onto the field. She gave a wave to the team and sprinted to the door. They started chasing after her, their little short skirts attracting the attention of the baseball team on the other side of the field and the scene looked hysterical. Mel was in the door and running through the halls before they could find her, darting in and out and knowing very well she couldn't go to the locker rooms to grab her stuff. She was glad she had safely locked all of her things in her locker today. Who knows what crazy cheerleaders would do to her things if she hadn't? She headed down the hall, tugging at her shorts that had ridden up too high and headed towards her sanctuary in the theatre.