A/N: It's another super short chapter. D: I'M SO SORRY! Ugh, but I still feel like crap so be happy I forced myself to write this. Actually, I kind of had fun writing this. I've been waiting to do a jealous chapter. Mmk, so read on!

Disclaimer: I don't own the 39 Clues anymore than I did a chapter ago. I just own Avery (*unenthusiastic "Yay"*), Matthew (*another one*), Madelynn (who I could care less about) and Sophie (who just kind of shows up briefly).

Natalie POV

I was in my room with Madelynn and some girl named Sophie, using all of the Zen I could muster to keep myself from strangling Avery. Strangling. I was resorted to such sloppy peasant ways of killing people. That lying, manipulative, conniving little-

"Nat? You okay?" Sophie was staring at me with concern in her eyes. "Call me Nat again, and I swear to God I will rip you limb from limb, gouge your eyeballs out of their sockets, and burn the rest of you to dust, dancing on the ashes until each one has blown away in the wind."

Sophie's huge brown eyes got wide, and she looked down, muttering, "Geez. Harsh much?" Madelynn then just had to step in and said, "Natalie, seriously, why do you look like someone stole your boyfriend?"

"SHE DIDN'T STEAL MY BOYFRIEND! SHE JUST STOLE MY SORT OF COUSIN WHO ISN'T TECHNICALLY RELATED TO ME! AND I'M ONLY UPSET BECAUSE SHE DISOBEYED ME! I DON'T CARE ABOUT DANIEL AT ALL! HONESTLY, MADELYNN! IF YOU AND SOPHIE AREN'T GOING TO KEEP UP THEN YOU MIGHT AS WELL LEAVE!"

"Natalie, calm down, I know she didn't steal your boyfriend. It was just an expression. Sophie and I are going to go until you cool off." And with that they left. Without my permission. I really was losing it. I turned towards the nearest mirror and looked and myself. Or some poor actress pretending to be me.

This girl's hair was tangled, her eyes were red and stressed-out looking, and her makeup was absolutely horrid. Then I realized that was me. Why was I getting so worked up over one American peasant? So Avery got a date with him, I've stolen countless guys from her before.

I grabbed a hairbrush and ran it through my hair until it was perfect and smooth again. I cleaned off and heavily reapplied my makeup, and then I laid down and listen to music until my eyes weren't red and I wasn't stressed anymore. Then I looked in the mirror again.

This was Natalie Kabra. Filthy rich, gorgeous, and deadly. If Avery was going to flaunt her mediocre excuse for a date around, then I was going to flaunt my perfect example of a date. And ruin Avery's life, that too.

Dan POV

Avery was really starting to get on my nerves. I mean, she was hot and British and totally nice, but she was way too... clingy. And obsessive. It was always "Natalie was always awful at this" or "Natalie was never as good as me at that". Seriously, chick was starting to irk me.

"Uh, Avery, can we please do something that doesn't involve even mentioning Natalie?" I asked. She looked... I dunno... disturbed maybe? But eventually she nodded. "We can discuss Natalie's party! I almost bought a dress at the mall, but then I decided to have Daddy custom-order one for me after I ran out to talk to you. But my dress with be pink, so you need to have a pink tie to match, Danny."

I stiffened. Danny?! What the heck kind of a name was Danny? I was definitely not a ghost-boy (okay, so a sixteen-year-old watches cartoons. Big whoop), and what happened to not talking about Natalie? The fourth word out of her mouth was "Natalie's"! Um, can you say obsessive?

I was about to tell her off when the doorbell rang. Hallelujah, I thought, rushing to get it. I opened the door to Matthew, a.k.a Blondie. "Dan," he greeted. I rolled my eyes, "Blondie." "Actually it's Matthew," he said while walking in. I sneered. "Yeah, I know."

We stood there awkwardly, waiting for each other to say something. I know, we were clearly the guy-bonding masters. "Oh, Matthew! Finally!" I turned around to see Natalie, down from her room for the first time since the Closet Incident. And man, did she look hot. I mean.. uh... you know... ugh, whatever.

She wore pink skinny jeans, white Uggs (yes, I unfortunately know what those are), and some designer-brand white sweater. Her hair was in a tight ponytail, and she was loaded with makeup.

Now, when I say loaded, I mean take as much makeup as you can imagine on a person, then add some more. She had raccoon-like amounts of eyeliner, eye shadow up to her eyebrows, glitter on her face, ridiculously long-looking eyelashes, and enough lipstick to drown someone with. In my opinion, it was a bit overkill.

Blondie looked impressed, though. Natalie grabbed some designer brand jacket and headed towards the door, with Blondie following. "Wait. Where're you two going?" I asked. Natalie smirked, "Out." Before slamming the door in my face.

That irritated me. Blondie was obviously into Natalie because he thought she was hot (which I may or may not agree with). Ugh, why was I worried about Cobra anyway? Was I... in to her? No. No freaking way. I headed back to my hot British actual-girlfriend.

A/N: So, there it was! Hmmm what should reviews do to Avery and Matthew today? How about make their heads explode? To violent...? Uh... Yeah, we'll just go with that. The story will be kind of teetering on the edge of being rated T anyway later on. Hehe. Yeah... Okay, so who should realize they have a crush on each other first, Dan or Natalie? Let me know by reviewing! Also, heads up, another Natan-y chappie is coming up around Chapter 12.

-SpontaneousSugarRush