AN: Thanks to everyone that reviewed! Enjoy the chapter =P =P

Special thanks to my awesome x 100000 BFFL Sarah for your help . . . I 3 youu

**INSIDE JOKE ALERT**

Mike was carefully regelling his spiky blonde hair and admiring his reflection in the hand mirror he had laid on his podium when Tyler and Eric burst through the garage door. "Hey, man," Tyler greeted him. "Watcha doing?"

Mike quickly dropped the mirror and gel bottle onto the ground behind him, not wanting to get caught acting all girly, and plastered a phony smile on his face. "Nothing. Who's ready to Internet stalk a hot chick?"

"Me!" Tyler and Eric chirped in unison, sounding very kindergarten-y.

Mike squatted down, rolling his eyes, to check his hair in the mirror. Then he stood up just as Jacob, leading two other Quileute boys, bounded into the garage. "Waddup my homies?" the brawnier one hooted as they plopped down into three consecutively placed plastic chairs. He had tied a bandana around his head and was wearing dog tag chains around his neck.

"Hey, President Newton," Jacob said, smirking from his seat. "These are two of my friends, Quil and Embry. They wanted to come to the meeting. Ignore Quil, he's going through a gangsta phase."

"I'm not," Quil pouted as Nate walked in, stuffing a piece of gum in his mouth.

"Waddup, peeps?" he said jokingly through a wad of Flare 5.

Quil gasped, shot out of his chair, and ran over to Nate. He threw his weight lifting-hardened arms around the shocked jock. "BROTHER!" he shouted, much to the flabbergastation of Mike, Eric, Tyler, Jacob, and Embry.

"Umm . . . " Nate squeaked. "Can't breath, here."

"Sorry," Quil said impishly, releasing him. "You speak Gangsta!"

"No, I just decided to say Waddup," Nate said, confused.

"Oh." Quil pouted again as he sat back down. Embry patted his arm with mock sympathy.

"Okay . . . This meeting of the ISFC will come to order," Mike said.

"Hey, dude, where are Jaco, Ella, and Anthony?" Tyler asked.

"Anthony has betrayed me-us," Mike boomed with Knight of the Round Table solemnity. "Jaco and Ella are deceivers."

"What's a dee-sie-ver?"

"He means they lied to us," Eric whispered.

"Oh. Okay."

"So today, we're following through with a club member's suggestion and Internet stalking Isabella Swan."

Muted "whoos" came from the seated boys.

"Creeps," Embry muttered.

Mike opened the MacBook Pro he had borrowed from his older brother Harvey, who had unwisely left a lot of expensive possessions behind when he'd left for community college, and carried it over to the cluster of folding chairs. He sat down next to the pouting Quil. Everyone took in a deep breath as his cursor moved to click on the Internet Explorer icon.

"So first I was thinking that we should try Facebook, 'cause like everyone has a Facebook right guys? Right? And then we could try Myspace to see if Bella has a Myspace or maybe even Xanga and wow this is awesome!" Eric was blabbering on and on, probably excited that he was doing something rebel-y for once in his goodie-two-shoes-chess-club-champion life.

"Dude, chill," Nate said. Eric was started to bounce in place. "You sound like that Billy freak." Mike snickered.

"Why is it taking so long for the Internet to load?" Jacob asked. "Even my dad's dinosaur modem goes faster than this." "I'm sure it'll work, it's just a little slow today," Mike replied, a little anxious. "It'll work," he repeated. "Don't worry."

"What's taking so long?" Billy asked Anthony, irritated.

Anthony was fiddling with some wires on Billy's computer. This had better not crash his hard drive, because he had saved some pretty important video game scores on it.

"I'm trying," Anthony answered. "I just have to disconnect the processing plug-in from the multimedia port and reconnect to the network and asdflkj asdflkj blah blah blah." At least that's the way it sounded to Billy-all of the techy nerd vocab was blending in his cerebrum like mush.

But other than his brain overload, his plan was running its course perfectly. The little nerd was helping him bring down Mike Newton by foiling his attempt to Internet stalk Bella Swan. How he knew about that? Anthony, of course. The dork totally hated Newton for some reason, and he knew about computers. Minus the pimples and oddly vast Shakespeare knowledge, and he'd make a pretty good sidekick.

"I'm done," Anthony announced, pleased. "Just click on that icon, plug in that cord, and type in this password, and you will have access to Mike Newton's computer. You can also control it, or use the webcam on this computer to freak them out by shouting Boo! Or something."

"Niiice," Billy complimented. "May I?"

Anthony gestured goofily to the screen. He wasn't such a dork after all. He had potential.

"Damnnit!" Mike said angrily as he pounded the keys of the MacBook. He had clicked on Internet, Firefox, and even Google Chrome at least two million times each and nothing had opened. Please, please don't let my Internet stalking plan fall apart now.

The other boys had sat back a long time ago, texting and playing Gardening Mama on Tyler's iPod Touch. Discarded gum wrappers littered the concrete ground.

"Boo."

"AAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Mike, Tyler, Eric, Nate, Jacob, Quil, and Embry screamed in unison. The Touch clattered to the ground.

Billy Something was grinning wickedly from his computer screen. What the f . . .

"Nice to see you again, Newton." Oh God, that freakishly squeaky voice.

"Oh my god," Nate squealed, sounding like a freaked out toddler. "It's Billy Mandell!" "Mandell," Mike snarled back at the smirking face.

"Surprised?"

"No, not really."

"Hey, Billy," came a familiar voice, muffled and distorted by the bad connection. "Do you have any Pop-tarts around here?" (AN: LMAO Sarah) "Sorry, Anthony," Billy Mandell replied, smirking harder at Mike.

Mike was having trouble breathing.

"Anthony Branden?" Eric said doubtfully. "I thought he was on our side."

"There are no sides, dude," Mike snapped back, before realizing that it was probably a lie.

"That's right, Yorkie," Billy replied. "Anthony is on my side. Don't you wish you had someone this genius as your friend? Then maybe you could hack my wireless network and freak me out and ruin my attempts to Internet stalk a hot chick?"

"Wow, this is like the part of an action movie where the villain reveals all of his evil plans right before the hero swoops in and saves the damsel in distress tied to a chair," Jacob commented.

Yeah, Mike thought. The only difference is that I don't have a hero. No wait, that would make me gay if I had a hero, right? Never mind.

"Are you going to give me control of my computer back?" Mike finally decided on saying after a few moments of deliberation, keeping his voice bored. "We were kind of in the middle of something."

Billy pretended to consider. "Hmm. Maybe. If you do something for me."

"Like what?"

"Like get a date with Bella for me."

Mike gaped at his smug face. "What the hell? Are you kidding me? I'm not that desperate. We do have other working computers in this house."

Anthony's face suddenly crowded the screen. "Are you sure, Newton?" he snickered.

"Mikey, honey?" his mother called from the second floor, right on cue. "Is the Internet down?"

"Shoot," Mike groaned.

"I'm outta here," Nate said loudly, shoving his cell phone into his pocket and swaggering out the door. "Nice club, Newton." As the door swung shut, he muttered, "More like kindergarten student council."

Jacob, Quil, and Embry followed suit, Quil calling out, "Later, homies!".

Tyler and Eric were left staring at the screen, apparently baffled. Mike shot them a glare that said don't' you dare leave and abandon me like these idiots I will screw your social lives.

"Er, sorry, Mike," Eric stuttered nervously. "I, um, have to, uh, feed my goldfish. You know, uh, Ernie."

"I thought Ernie di-" Tyler started, then paused. "Oh yeah! Your goldfish. I'll, er, come with you."

"Why, thank you friend!" Eric said with fake excitement. "Feeding fish is very strenuous." The two boy stole one half fearful, half LMAO glance at Mike, then left.

"Looks like we crashed your little Internet stalking party, Newton ol' pal," Billy said innocently, high-fiving Anthony. "Have a nice life, sucker." The computer screen flashed black, then returned to its usual palm tree desktop.

Mike stared at the empty garage for a minute. Or maybe an hour. Then he brought the computer back to the podium, plugged it in for charging, picked up the mirror lying on the ground, and bashed it into his head until he knocked himself out.

AN: Poor Mike =P

Sorry for not updating for a while