All's fair in love and war.

Kristen Gregory slapped her paper marked with an A+ on her desk. That woke up Derrick Harrington. He usually took a nap ten minutes before Calculus. It was a peaceful school day, the week was just starting, and everything was going well so far. So far. The blonde threw her backpack onto the floor making a thud. Can she be any noisier?

"Do you mind? Some of us are pondering the meaning of life, KG. I'm in the middle of a breakthrough. This is a delicate moment," Derrick complained at the girl who just took the desk in front of him. They weren't best friends, but they've been classmates for too long to warrant friendliness. Plus, Kristen was your typical overachiever on crack (no, drugs weren't here thing, but she was a hustler when it comes to school activities). Derrick being the way he was—popular, charismatic, and upbeat—was that kid who was most wanted in the school. Get him to go, and everyone was sure to show up. He was like Troy Bolton from High School Musical, no kidding. So it was natural they'd have this sort of familiarity.

"Get lost," Kristen shushed him. "And don't call me KG, DH."

Massie Block took the seat next to her, dropped her books, and face-desked. Derrick saw she was scowling when she entered the room.

"What's wrong?" he asked. Massie remarked that they were that kind of acquaintances now. They could even be considered friends. In Monday's Chemistry, for instance, he smiled at her as he walked in. At lunch on Tuesday, he commented on her turkey wrap. And now, this. She didn't mind entirely, and she didn't dislike it. But this thing with Derrick just made her uneasy. Nervous, even.

"None of your business," Kristen answered for her.

Derrick snorted.

Both girls ignored him. They seemed to have an important matter to discuss. Massie was so angry, something about Mrs. Braff and a paper she thought she wrote well. Derrick smiled because of her remarks. They were cutting but funny. He'd bet Massie would make a feisty girlfriend. She was so adorable. And he was being silly right now. Stop being so smitten. Stay cool, soda pop.

Kristen consoled the brunette. "She can be very unfair sometimes," she said, trying not to saying anything overtly negative about teachers. Because they were still their teachers.

"Unfair? You got an A!" Derrick took this chance to chime in. He pointed at Kristen's own paper, which the blonde immediately covered with a book.

"Uh, we're not talking to you, asshole," Massie said, suddenly feeling like directing her rage to an innocent bystander who didn't deserve it. But it's Derrick Harrington. How innocent could he possibly be?

"Doesn't change the fact that you two are disturbing my pre-class time peace and quiet!" he pointed out after quietly laughing.

Kristen made a face. Massie looked like she dropped whatever she was about to retort. She went back being bummed about her paper.

"Block, cheer up," he tried reassuring her. "This is just one shitty time we'll strangely feel nostalgic for in the years to come." He didn't expect Massie to be someone who'd feel sad over homework. But he could tell she worked hard on it.

Kristen checked her watch. It read 11:11. "Mass, look! It's 11:11. Hurry, make a wish. Wish for Mrs. Braff to get harassed by a homeless man later."

Derrick snickered. "In one corner of the world, we have people creating self-replicating synthetic life and discovering super-volcanoes in other galaxies. Meanwhile, there are people making wishes at 11:11, thinking they will come true." That made Massie grin, and he saw her.

But true to her habit of not expressing amusement, she looked snobby again. "Derrick, we are talking, and you don't belong here," Massie gestured at herself and Kristen.

"Massie, we are having Calculus, and she doesn't belong here," the blond taunted back, gesturing at himself and the whole class.

It was true. Kristen didn't go to that class. The two girls glowered at him.

With no comeback for Derrick, Massie returned to her previous problem. "I. DON'T. DESERVE. THIS. C-!" she cried. She hit Derrick with her rolled up Sociology paper multiple times to express her anger.

Kristen looked puzzled because these two weren't chummy before. She remained quiet, anyway.

"Massie, you are a walking ton of misplaced rage," Derrick said with strange interest.

"Who's shrinking me now?" she replied was a throwback to when she made an admittedly rude commentary on Derrick's personality a few brunches ago. She turned to her girl friend. "Can I use your phone, K?"

"You still haven't got a new phone?" Derrick asked. It was already Wednesday. She lost her phone on Sunday.

"No. Too lazy to get a new one," Massie dismissed. She thumbed Kristen's mobile. "K, why don't you have Dune Baxter's number?"

"Why would I have his number? He's your friend," Kristen answered stiffly.

Massie chuckled. "No, he's your friend, if I remember correctly."

"You probably don't remember correctly," Kristen insisted looking away.

Derrick burst into laughter. Kristen glared at him.

Massie shook her head with a mocking grin. "OK. Fine. He's not your friend. Geez." She didn't know Kristen was on bad terms with Dune. The last time she checked, they were doing great. Must be a bump on the road. But she decided to make fun of Kristen anyway. "Right, he's my friend. But only because he's like, such a babe." She fluttered her lashes for added effect.

Kristen smacked her on the chest. This hurt and made Massie howl.

Yet, Massie egged on. "He is as hot as the flames of the hell we bitches are going to." She fanned herself.

The blonde smacked her again. "I wouldn't have known him if not for you, Massie." She folded her arms.

"Don't blame me. Blame Landon! I wasn't friends with him in the first place. He was!"

Kristen held up her hand as to signal shut it. "So no, I don't have his number." She took back her mobile. "And you can't call him using my phone either."

Massie quickly snatched Kristen's mobile and ignored her friend's protest. "Let me call Landon, at least."

"Get your own phone, Massie. My god," Kristen rolled her eyes. She was obviously now in a bad mood after the subject of Dune had been brought up.

"Don't be stingy!" The brunette hummed while waiting for Landon Crane to pick up.

"What's up with you and Baxter?" Derrick inquired. He knew those guys were in the lacrosse team.

"Nothing. He's a douchebag," Kristen said.

She proceeded with her call. "Hello, Landon. You're coming on Saturday, correct? Well, I think it'll be cool if you bring your friends over too… What? Quit being an ass. You'd know this voice from anywhere, honey. I don't have my phone right now. Anyway, that's not important. As I was saying…" They heard more of Massie pleading about people going this Saturday night.

"I don't care. Quite frankly, I have no time for him," the blonde stated.

"I like you better when you're not so bitter," he joked.

"I'm not bitter."

Massie hung up and returned Kristen's mobile. "Ha! Those idiots. On Saturday, I will be getting lots and lots of dollah-dollah billz."

"What's on Saturday?" Kristen asked.

"I just convinced my dear boy Landon Crane and his buddies to show up. And their mere attendance is already guarantee of my cash! Hell yeah." Massie high-fived Derrick and Kristen excitedly, although both looked clueless. "You don't get it? Those guys suck at poker! Half the time, they don't know what they're doing." She was excited and cocky, which well suited her.

"And you do?" Derrick went.

Massie laughed loudly. She patted Derrick's shoulder a few times. "You have no idea, darling." In her frenzied state, she took her C- paper and crumpled it into a ball. "Yep, I'm so over this." She threw it at Derrick's desk.

"And Landon is not aware of this trap how?" Kristen asked. Landon Crane dated Massie at the start of junior year. It was brief, but they became good friends following that.

"Oh, he knows. It's the first thing he knows about me, actually." Massie looked like she remembered it with fondness.

"And he's still going on Saturday?"

"All's fair in love and war." Massie turned to Derrick and smirked at him.

A/N: Please give me comments. I need ideas to make this story better. I'll be all ears, I promise. What do you want to happen? Do you like Kristen? Sorry she showed up only now. "He is as hot as the flames of the hell we bitches are going to," is a line I lifted from Scott Pilgrim by Bryan Lee O'Malley.