Author's Note: This is chapter thirteen of Rugrats: Dil's College Years. In this chapter, drama continues. By the way, my birthday was on April 5th! I was so happy about my big day. I had Danish butter cake, I got new CD's, I watched an old Hulk Hogan match on Youtube, I was taken out to eat, and, overall, my presents… did you know that I got a guitar and a piano? That's why I wasn't on yesterday. I was rocking it and cheering because it's a new year for me! Now, here are replies to reviews!

In addition, I have a new OC, Naomi (based off the WWE girl and partly based off me), coming up! I will reveal her information on my profile!

Responses to Chapter eleven

celrock: Thank you. Yes, although luckily for her, in chapter fourteen, she will be visiting Rosie and she will meet Dil. Of course, this will all take place during she and CeCe's spring break. You're welcome, as you can see, I have a thing for doing important stuff every ten chapters on most of my stories. Yep, sometimes I, being a… mostly nice person, surprise myself by listening to metal music if I'm upset, so I just based Peter's music tastes off some that I know. And, once again, thank you so much!

TCKing12: Yeah, as I said above, I listen to it if I'm angry enough, and I know that many do as well. I guess most of us just have a taste for metal music because it's so… relatable sometimes. Yes, that was my plan all along. How did you guess? Rosie and Kimi's friendship is indeed developing, although I think it will take a pausing point once Hazel visits. Let's just say that Hazel and Kimi don't have good history.

fanficchick122: Speaking of which, she's finding out about it in this chapter! In chapter fourteen and from then on, she will. We do know that Kimi does, on some sort of level, love Phil, and might even be in love with him, although her issues with holding a relationship with him are the true problem. I would slap her, too, even she was caught up in the moment. Wow, and now it's 123 reviews. I'm amazed! It seems that a lot of people can relate to Peter's metalhead style. Uh huh, that's right!

Acosta perez jose Ramiro (Jose-Ramiro): Yeah, she does love Phil on some level. It's just that she can't keep a steady relationship with him. It's not him himself that's drawing her away from him, it's their relationship issues.

lilnate13: Yep, and they're really in trouble in the chapter that you're about to read! Yep. Thanks for reading.

Responses to April fool's Day

celrock: Thank you, celrock. Yeah, and you'll continue seeing it in part two.

TCKing12: Thanks, there will be some pranks with your OC's in the next chapter if you haven't read it already! (I believe you did).

fanficchick122: Yep, looks like Lil is getting a little bit of revenge.

Jose-Ramiro: Thanks!

lilnate13: Yeah, although it won't last long.

Responses to April fool's Day part 2

celrock: Once again, thank you! Jose-Ramiro and I often write Chuckie to not be as afraid of things once he's an adult. Yeah, I wanted to do a call back since I rarely talk about the original series. Lol yeah he won't be out for a while. I got that idea from TheUnknownAuthor, who wrote Chuckie as liking Eminem in one of his stories. Awe, thanks for the Happy Birthday! I got a few CD's, a guitar, a piano, and a few dolls!

fanficchick122 (I already replied to yours through PM)

brit122 (replied to all of your reviews through PM)

TCKing12: Thanks!

Acosta perez jose Ramiro: Thank you!

lilnate13: Thank you! Lol yeah, wouldn't it be funny if Zack were a WWE fan?

Rugrats: Dil's College Years

Chapter Thirteen

Cree's POV

The next morning, on April 2nd, I prepared to go to class. I wasn't going to skip class again. I was paying for my college, I might as well go to my classes. Once I entered my class, everyone stared and whispered. Even my professor was glaring. After about a minute of that happening, I groaned and said, "What?" I admit that it was loud and rude. Everyone turned away, although they were still whispering. Walking over to my seat, the heels of my sandals slowly clacking, I sat down. There were still a few glances at me and some, who were most likely wanting a death wish, were still staring at me. "WHAT!" I shouted again, although this time it was louder. Unfortunately, at the same time my professor walked in. She frowned once she heard this 'distraction.' "Cree Carmichael, are you causing trouble again?" she asked.

Meet Professor Gloria, twenty-six years old with a curvy body. She rarely wears makeup. Every student wants to be her, and every guy wants to… well, just to put it simply, bone her. In my opinion, she's not even that attractive. I have the same curves, and I do wear makeup, but not too much, and her blonde-brownish hair doesn't even make her that special. Personality wise, I would call her a total b***h. She thinks that just because we're her students, she can do whatever she wants with us.

I glared at her, my brown eyes fierce and proving. "I don't think so, professor," I said sweetly, although still glaring. Professor Gloria, being the b***h that she is, didn't buy that response. "Class, was Cree here causing trouble again?" A few nodded, although some didn't. That surprised me. My classmates are always against me, always have been, and always will be. They probably wanted something out of me. She sighed, gave me an upset look, and finally said, "I don't have enough proof. This time you're getting away with it. But if I catch you shouting in my class again, I'm going to either take points off, kick you out, or fail you. Do you understand?" I rolled my eyes and nodded.

For the rest of the day, I ignored the people who stared and whispered. I did not want to get kicked out of class. I was paying almost $3,000 for this sh*t. Besides, I want my family to be proud of me. I know that after standing up for my brother, Jerry, my dad almost hates me, but the rest of my family actually cares. My sister Susie would be proud. My mother would give me a lot of hugs if I could graduate and not just goof off and get kicked out of class every two days. Even if I'm not a perfectionist, I still want them to be proud.

Once I walked out of that school, I was pretty pissed. Why was everyone staring at me and whispering all day? I would like to believe that they were planning an early birthday surprise for me, but I knew that wasn't the case. Even if my classmates act like they love me and always choose me for projects, I know that they only do that because I'm popular and hot, and deep down, they couldn't despise me more. They all thought I was a b***h. I knew that, and I didn't give a f**k. They could think what they wanted to about me, point is that it wasn't true.

Once I saw a chick in her senior year of college (I'm in my sophomore year), laughing at me with her friends, I ran over to her and grabbed her by her shirt. I don't care if she was two inches taller! "Why have you and everyone else been laughing, whispering, staring at me all day?" I asked, fury in my eyes. "L-Let go of me and I'll tell you," she said, struggling for breath. I let go, in the process dropping her to the ground. "I guess you haven't checked your email yet," one of her friends said. I raised an eyebrow and took my phone out of my jeans pocket. I had many emails, some from Summer, a few from Ace, and, for some reason, one from my sister, Susie. One that caught me the most was 'Revenge'. I clicked on it and saw a picture and a video of Ace and I making out. My face scrunched up in horror. At the end of the video, captions were added in red with the word 'SLUT' in huge letters. I screeched, throwing a tantrum right there. "Who the hell did this?" I yelled. I checked the email and it read, 'buttersscotch '. That pissed me off. It didn't say a thing about this person!

Besides, what the hell was I supposed to say to Summer? 'Hey, sorry I never told you that I was messing around with your ex.' How the f**k did this person find us anyway? "Gee, stop throwing your hissy fit in front of us," the woman said. Rolling her eyes, she and her gang stalked off. I threw a tantrum right there, kicking my feet up and down and crying. Eventually, I calmed down and managed to drive back to my dorm room, hoping not to get killed by Summer on my way there. Since I managed to get to my room without even a trigger of blood running down my shirt, I thought I was safe. I wasn't. As soon as I opened the door, Summer was creepily standing there, staring at me with hatred in her eyes. I gulped. "Uh, hey, Summer," I said nervously. "You didn't tell me," Summer whispered. "I thought you were my best friend, or at least one of my friends all along and I didn't even get a hint. No hint at all, Cree. Not a single goddamned hint. You were too busy messing around with my ex to give me a hint. How was he, Cree? Tell me. How was he?" The tone of her voice was so scary now that I was thinking about calling the police and suggesting that she was going to kill me. "W-What do you mean?" I asked. "How was Ace?" Summer asked. "In bed, in kissing, you know exactly what I mean, Cree. Was he big or was he huge? I doubt that he was a small little pickle." My eye twitched at that. "Summer, please, you're starting to freak me out," I admitted. Summer shook her head, grinning. "No," she said. "I don't give a f***k. Just like you didn't when you kissed Ace and didn't tell me."

I decided that was the last straw. What had truthfully gotten her so pissed anyway? "Why do you even care!" I shouted. "You were definitely going to break up with him even if he had not done it first! We both know that! You even said it out loud! So why act like you give a f**k about our relationship?" Summer wasn't riled up yet. She was staying so still and calm that it actually amazed me. "I don't give a f***k about your relationship. I give a f***k about you. Cree, look at me when I say this. Ace will hurt you. I know he will. And even if he didn't, we both know of how wrong it is to date your best friend's ex and not tell your best friend. Did you not trust me, Cree? Did you think I was going to tell your damn precious secret? Or do you just not trust anyone because you think they'll hurt you? You can't accept yourself Cree, or the truth. You can't accept that you're nothing but a selfish b***h. So you live in your own little imaginary world. We both know that Ace didn't date you for you. He dated you because of your tits."

Trust me, I had never been this deadpan-faced before. Summer was right about some parts of her speech. I was really angry because she was doubting Ace and I's relationship. But I knew it was true. She was right. We both knew it was true. It was also true that I was mostly dating Ace for his hot body. We weren't meant to be together. I knew that. I had always known.

If this were any other girl, she would have been on the verge of tears. I was on the verge of kicking Summer's a$$. Who did she think she was, talking to me like this? I scoffed and opened the door, slamming her nose in the process. Summer screeched as she lay on the floor. I couldn't be there knowing she was there. I walked outside and called Ace. There was no answer. Groaning, I nearly threw my phone down until I remembered that he wasn't worth it. I just walked off, my eye twitching and tears of anger threatening to fall. Right now there was only one thought on my mind.

"Summer Pickles, I hate you."

Summer's POV

After spitting words of venom (and absolute truth), at Cree, the b***h didn't acknowledge that I was right. Hell, not even a 'sorry.' Just slammed the door right in my face, into my f****ing nose. After I got enough strength to get up, I felt my nose to make sure that it wasn't broken. I groaned. Now I was really going to get that b***h, and I wasn't even going to try to get verbal first! She was just going to get it!

I still can't believe Cree. I should've known that the sl*t was going to backstab me. Sometimes she just likes doing sh*tty things for no good reason. If she liked Ace, she could've told me, and I know we would've probably had a fight anyway, but then I wouldn't have a good reason to be embarrassed! Do you know how embarrassing it is for someone to lie to you and secretly be dating your ex boyfriend? Plus, there are not only pictures, but also videos online now! You can find a good one on Youtube! That's really embarrassing!

Cree does not realize how much it hurts. This type of thing has never happened to her. It happened to me. I haven't gone to school in two days. Because of Cree and that a-whole Ace, I can't imagine how many lessons I've missed. Cree and I have known each other for years! Why would she backstab me now? I should do the same to her, but that would just be childish, and it would be stupid to stoop down to Cree's level. Still, Cree deserves a good punishment. I thought my punishment for her was starting out good until she slammed the door in my face, nearly breaking my nose. The last thing that I need is a nose job. If these pictures of Cree and Ace were leaked, what will be leaked of me?

After a few minutes of thinking, I decided what kind of punishment Cree needed. A wrestling match! We've both always loved WWE. I, not as much, because some of the girls are just spoiled brats, although we've both always-loved wrestling and could probably give you names and details of every match. In fact, Cree knows someone who works there as a wrestler. She knows the Miz, but his wife, Maryse, another wrestler, never seems to be around. Maryse retired back in 2011. That was one of the last times that I actually cried. We were getting new wrestlers and the old ones were going out!

Therefore, this Saturday, Cree and I will wrestle to show everyone who's the real woman.

Maryse's POV

I was walking around, undercover of course, everyone always freaks out whenever they see me because I'm a former wrestler, and I screamed once I saw someone on the sidewalk. They were bruised and beatup. The guy had orange hair, or, at least, used to have, because now, it kind of looked brown. I didn't have my phone on me. "Somebody help!" I screamed. "Somebody! There's a man right here and we need a hospital!" An African-American woman immediately came to my rescue. She looked upset and perhaps even teary eyed already, but she gave a glimpse at the man on the ground and called 911. "He's obliviously been beat up and a woman here was screaming for help," she explained. Once they promised they were coming and hung up on her, the woman turned to me. "I recognize your voice," she admitted. I gulped. Must be another WWE fan. "Oh, you do?" I asked, trying out a different tone. "Maybe we have met before."

After a minute of silence, she chuckled. "Nah, I don't think I recognize you," she said, taking back her words. "But, my name is Cree Carmichael. I'm a huge fan of WWE, and my fashion sense is stunning whenever I'm not upset like right now." I nearly cringed at the mention of 'WWE,' but I did my best not too. "My name is, uh, Ashley Osbourne, nice to meet you," I said. I used the first name 'Ashley' from 'Ashley Olsen' and 'Osbourne' from some famous man. Ozzy Osbourne, I think. "I'm an even bigger fan of WWE, and my fashion sense is neutral." Cree grinned. "We'll get along just great, Ashley," Cree said.

The men finally came. "I think I knew the guy who was down here," Cree admitted. "He's my boyfriend. Pictures of us were leaked online. He was my best friend's – excuse me, former best friend's boyfriend. Once they broke up, since I had always liked him, I went for it. I mean, wouldn't you, especially if you saw your best friend break up with him?" I thought about that for a second. If I wanted to be nice, no, but since I like my drama cooked just right and put in a cup, it would make sense to do so.

"Yes," I admitted. Cree smiled at me. "We will be great friends," she promised. They took the body away. Cree got up. "I have to go with him, I'm sorry. Do you want to come along?" I smiled and nodded. What else could I be doing on a day like this? All that I had been doing was going to the bank.

I followed them inside of the car. Realization slowly sunk in though. I was going to have to lie about my identity. I sighed. How do I always get myself into this type of crap?

Zack's POV

When I awoke I was about to call Starr, until my phone started ringing itself. I groaned and answered. "Hello, this is Zack Wehrenburg speaking. If you are a creditor, I will hang up right now." Because of that response, I received a giggle. I immediately knew that it was Kimi's giggle. And she sounded drunk. Kimi does drink all the time, so that should never be surprising. "Oh, Zackary, I'm not a creditor," Kimi told me. There was a pause. "At least, I don't think I am!" I chuckled. Kimi's drunken self was actually funny. "No, Kimi, you were right the first time," I told her. "Now, I'm coming to get you. You're probably too drunk to walk. Where are you right now?"

Another pause and another giggle later, Kimi finally said, "I'm in this huge place. It reminds me of that castle from, um, 'Sophia the second' or whatever that show was called. It has like a disco ball and that and… OMG! The disco ball is popping confetti!" I took in the information until I realized what she meant and where she was. Kimi was at Peter, my former best friend's castle. He must have let her throw a party, something he would never let me or anyone else do. I scoffed at the thought. I guess Peter is 'so in love' that he's letting her throw a party so that she can 'realize it' or some crap. Peter's always been a hopeless romantic in my book.

Peter doesn't realize that you don't make someone fall in love with you. They should just fall in love with you. Love can't be forced or predicted. Peter is not in love with Kimi. He loves the idea of her. I just hope he'll realize that before it's too late and he breaks both of their hearts.

I sighed. Now I had to pick up a drunk. I put on a coat, combed my hair, and walked out the door. Climbing into my car, which I got for my sixteenth birthday, I drove to Peter's castle. I knew that he would not like to see me there, Lord knows I wouldn't like to see him there, either, but I would have to. I care about Kimi way too much to leave her drunk in front of many men drunk themselves who might rape her. Ringing the door bell, I saw a bouncer, much taller than me, by the way – standing in front of the doorway. He was in his late forties from what I could tell and had a lot of weight on him. He was probably around three-hundred pounds and he was at least 6'5. And that's to say the least!

"Where does Peter find these people?" I thought. "Are you VIP?" the man asked. "Uh, no, sir" – I began, but I was cut off by him screaming at me. "Well then get the hell out, buddy, 'cuz unless you're retarded, to which I apologize, you know what the sign says." I looked up at the sign. It did indeed say 'VIP = welcome. No VIP? Away from the house castle!" I gulped and thought about this. Was Kimi really even worth it? I decided yes. "O-Okay, sir," I said. I looked inside the glass window and saw that most were drunk. Slowly and quietly, I opened the window. I saw Kimi twerking, about to pass out from too much to drink and exhaustion. Rubbing my cuticles, I climbed inside. Once Kimi opened her eyes long enough to see me, she smiled. "Jesse," Kimi said. I rolled my eyes. "Zack," I corrected. Was she really drunk enough to think that I was Jesse? Jesse left even before we had to go to college! Even if she is drunk, she should know better than to think that I am my best friend.

Kimi chuckled like a loon. It actually scared me a little. "Jesse, baby," she began, chuckling. "What are you t-talking about?" I raised an eyebrow. Kimi and Jesse had never had a thing together that I knew of! "I'm not" – I began, but stopped myself. No point in it, anyway. "Let's just get you home." I tried to drag her away, but even drunk Kimi is quite the challenge. "No I want more beer, Joe!" Was she getting her J's and Z's mixed up? "You don't need more beer," I assured her. "You're drunk enough already. Now just come on and follow me." Kimi didn't give a crap about what I thought, obliviously. She never does. Kimi screamed at the top of her lungs. "No, I will drink more beer!" Everyone at the party stared at us, and the bouncer immediately turned around. He glared once he saw me. "I thought you had no VIP," He said terrifyingly and strictly. I gulped and turned to the window. I quickly opened it, tried to leave, and started running. He almost caught me, but I had tried out football before, I was quick enough. I got into my car and started driving. I smirked. So much for helping Kimi.

"The night with Starr would've been better," I thought with a sigh.

Starr's POV

A few days ago

It was April 2. My prank on Tommy was a full plan in action. I grinned once he opened the door and saw me standing there, smirking, and perfectly ready for the trip. "Did you think I'd forget?" I asked. He was about to say 'no,' I could tell, but then he frowned, his eyes cast downward, and said, "No. I just didn't think you'd come." I chuckled. "Tommy, I'm your little sister, you should be able to tell when I'm going to do something. Anyway, get dressed, we're going." He sighed. "Can I call my girlfriend first?" Tommy asked. I held up my phone showing Lil's phone number, which I had already called to explain it to her. Despite hating popular girls, my brother was dating one, so I had to know her number. "Already called and took care of it," I told him. "Lil is fine with it. A bit upset at first, but she got over it." Tommy groaned and left to get dressed. Once he came back, he was ready, too! I grinned.

"So, you ready?" I asked. "Very," He said through gritted teeth. We walked outside and I slipped into my pink car. Everyone is always telling me that it's just like Barbie's Malibu Car. I guess that's their way of saying that I have a nice car. I think I do, too. My parents bought me my first car. No, they didn't buy me the awesome hot pink ride that I drive in. They bought me a used car from the eighties. It did need a few fixes, and my father eventually fixed it. After he did, though, Phil drove it into a lake. I still hate him for that.

A year before I began college and a year after the incident with Phil, Tommy and Dil bought me this hot pink car for my birthday! Mom and Dad didn't chip in because Dad was too busy and Mom revealed to me that it was too expensive. Both Dil and Tommy managed to buy me the car by working a series of odd jobs. I thought that was nice, especially since they wanted to wreck my car once I got it because Mom and Dad never bought them cars. Now they both have cars. Tommy got one a few months after he started dating Lil at her request, and Dil got one when he was nineteen. I guess I didn't really need the first car that I received anyway since I didn't learn to drive until seven months after I got it. I got this car in March, on March 23rd, to be exact, which happens to be the date of my birthday. In October, I finally learned how to drive, which was also a month before Phil crashed my beautiful car.

Eventually, we got down to the lake. "Camp Everwood," I whispered. "Where Jason killed all those people?" Tommy asked. I nodded, secretly grinning. He couldn't see it because it was getting dark out. I knew that Tommy wasn't as afraid of Jason as he was of water, though. "Let's go for a swim, come on," I said. Tommy gulped. "You sure, Starr?" He asked. I put a thumb up. "Yep. I've always wanted to swim through Camp Everwood. Besides, you can't still be scared of water. You're graduating from University this year and you're a few months shy from being twenty-three years old. I'm only twenty, yet I wouldn't mind a swim. Get in the water. Come on, it will be fun!" I dragged him by his hand and hopped in myself. The water was a bit cold, but, my Grandpa Lou always used to take me out for swimming, so my body was used to it by now. "The water won't bite! It's not a monster! And it isn't too cold, either!"

Tommy just stared at the water as if it were haunting his dreams. For all I knew, maybe it was, and maybe I shouldn't be doing this. But the look on his face was so funny! "Get in already!" Tommy finally got in, while holding onto the bridge. I giggled. "Stop holding onto the bridge or else you'll" – I was interrupted by the loud sound of Tommy getting out. "I can't do this!" Tommy screamed, running back to the car. I grinned.

Operation April fool's Day = fin.

Rosalind's POV

I'm still pissed off with Dil and that b***h, CeCe. Every day, I talk to Kimi about it. Kimi tells me to let it go, but she has no idea how hard it is to let it go. It's like her feud with this chick that she refers to as 'H.' They're currently fighting over Phil and have been ever since they were teenagers. Kimi got Phil in the end, but claims that 'H' won't "shut the hell up about it."

Sometimes I think about calling Dil and asking him if he has made his choice yet, although I can never bring myself to type in the numbers. Not until I actually know. Dil said that he would call me once he knows. I guess he doesn't know yet. "I shouldn't let this bother me," I thought. "There are more important things to do than this." But what could I do? After moments of throwing ideas to the side in my head, I decided that I should dye my hair again. The hot pink color was slowly fading, and I hadn't dyed it in six weeks. It usually lasted for six weeks. Besides it was always best to dye my hair at least a month after the last dye job.

Yes, I dye my own hair. Being in college and all and having so much work to do, I never have time to go down the street to the hair salon. My hair color is always changing. Most of the time I have at least some pink in there, but my hair can change from rose gold to hot pink. One time, when I was around seventeen, I remember adding some purple highlights. Now that I'm in college, my most common color is hot pink with dark brown/jet black highlights. It's very often that I'm teased about having pink hair, although I know that the only reason people do it is because not only do they have no idea of the back-story behind my hair color, and they can't accept change. Awe well, it'd be like meeting an alien to see a person with pink hair, I guess. I'll tell you of the back-story some other time.

I was already prepared to dye my hair. My older sister, Mary (I'll tell you more about her later), taught me how to dye it when I was ten so that she wouldn't have to continue helping me dye it myself. I washed my hair two days ago, the same day when the incident with Dil started. Sighing, I walked over to grab a towel. I put it around my neck and partially around my chest. I grabbed a brush and started brushing my hair, which was currently a fading pink color that was showing more of my natural hair color (blonde) than it was the pink. Trust me, it looked horrible. I'm a natural blonde, but a paint incident happened when I was a toddler. After a few years, the paint did eventually start to fade but then my family started helping me dye my hair and now I are obsessed by keeping my hair at least partially pink. I started brushing my hair, tucking strands behind my ear. I pierced my ears at thirteen, by the way. I didn't go to a store or anything since my father was really strict about us (Mary and I), getting our ears pierced. Mary had to do it for me. After I finished that, I started up with everything else.

This took about three hours to do. When I finished, after putting shampoo in and conditioner, rinsing it out and all, I looked at myself in the mirror. The shade of pink had come out lighter then I wanted it to, but it still looked good in my opinion. No highlights this week. I wasn't in the mood for highlights. My hair was now champagne pink. I shrugged. I could dye it another color some other time. I took off the towel, got dressed, and looked at the clock. It was seven pm. Usually, I would have stayed up and watched television, although tomorrow I had a test on the laws of English. I groaned. I still can't believe I do all this just because I want to be an author. I wanted to drop out as soon as I entered, although since I'm now nearly in my third year of college, I'm going to continue going anyway.

Peace, people!

Lyndsey's POV

Hello there! I'm new to the story. I'm going to be on here with my twin, Patrick. Nairobi-Harper has already apologized to us, like, a million times for adding us so late. I forgive her. Patrick now does, too, but I had to talk him into it.

Now, let me introduce myself. My name is Lyndsey Hampton. I'm often told that I'm pretty stylish. I don't think I'm a b***h. I'm passionate in most things that I do, and you can always call me for help with your computer. My eyes are green. I bet you didn't expect that. Most people in this story have blue or brown eyes, not green, which is what makes my eyes special. My hair is long, red, and curly. I love my red hair and I hate it whenever people say that I'd look good blonde. I like my red hair, I like being a redhead in general. I guess they're just jealous because not everyone is born a redhead while you're always seeing blondes and brunettes on television. Plenty of girls with red hair have dyed it. My curls and hair are natural, baby! I wear it proudly!

I love partying, trust me, I do, but today I had to study for one of the only courses that I'm failing. Ugh. It makes me hate college so much sometimes. I go to a Fashion University. I guess it makes sense, too, since I just love clothes. Still, that never stops me from being smart. All that it takes is a lot of studying to become pretty and smart like me. Most people think that it can only be one without the other. Movies are what started that belief in my opinion. Intelligent women are usually portrayed as nerds with glasses. Even the 'hot librarian' usually fails to satisfy me. Gorgeous women are usually ditzy, clumsy, yet still hot as f**k blondes with huge tits, sometimes fake and sometimes natural. Well, I must say that none of those stereotypes are true! I'm smart and I don't wear or need glasses. I'm hot but I'm not ditzy or clumsy. Sometimes I appear to be depending on the situation, but overall, I'm not!

I don't know how I'm failing 'Fashion Buying and Merchandising.' I always loved doing that while growing up, and I also managed to get into this school. Someone must be screwing with my grades, they have to be, because I'm always complimented on my accuracy with this subject. If someone is screwing with it, then they'll meet their destiny because I have a few words for them.

No one screws with Lyndsey Hampton!

Dil's POV

I couldn't make a decision. Usually, you'll never hear Dil Pickles say that, since I'm always making huge decisions, although on this one, I kept thinking that I wanted one thing, and when I was about to go through with it, I figured that I actually wanted the other. Besides, I'm in a University for astronomy, this is the last time to be thinking about women. If I think about Rosie and CeCe too much, my grades will start to fail. The reason I went to college was to get a good job and to not seem as a failure to my parents for still living in my room at nineteen. Last time I was there, I had recently turned nineteen, and my dad threatened to kick me out. My mom didn't want to kick me out, but she wasn't against the idea, either. They're both proud of me now that I'm in college, and I want it to stay that way.

After doing my homework, which is a lot more than it was in high school, I decided on calling CeCe and verifying that she was coming on April fifteenth, which was in a few days. "Hello?" a voice answered. "Hey, CeCe, it's me, Dil," I said. Her voice seemed to immediately soften. "Oh, hi, Dil!" CeCe said. "We haven't talked in a while. I was beginning to wonder if you were dead." Even though she chuckled, I could tell this was something that she was uncomfortable with saying. I tried to play it off with a laugh myself. "Well, I'm alive and as good as ever," I said. "What about you? How has the excellent CeCe Proud been doing?" She giggled, probably at my use of her last name. I felt kind of bad and like I was betraying Rosie for flirting with CeCe over the phone. Rosie wasn't my girlfriend, though, and maybe I shouldn't be feeling this? "'The Excellent CeCe Proud' has recently been passing all of her courses. How has the extraordinary Dillan Pickles been doing?"

Of course, I was so caught up in our conversation, which I nearly forgot to ask her when she was coming. Right before we were about to end the call because her roommate was calling her, I asked, "Hey, so, you're supposed to be visiting soon, right?" I heard yelling from the other line. Must have been her roommate's voice. "Yeah," CeCe responded. Her response was awfully short. It was rushed, too. "When are you coming?" I asked. I knew that she was grinning. I just knew. "I can't hide it from you forever, Dilly," CeCe said. "I'm coming in a few days, the fifteenth to be exact." My eyes widened. Rosie's birthday was about a month after that! I was saved! Thank you, good Lord, thank you! "Really?" I said. "Really," CeCe clarified. "Anyway, the roommate is getting pissy. Gotta go." We said our glorious 'goodbyes' to each other and I grinned. I was saved.

Maryse's POV

I was in the waiting room at the hospital. They wouldn't allow me or Cree to go in. I wasn't related to this Ace man, and although Cree was dating him, she wasn't married to him or even engaged to him. Cree didn't even seem to care that much about his health. She was just sitting there, reading a provided magazine. It was 'Cosmo', of course. I'm an avid 'Cosmo' reader myself.

I was getting hungry. I mean, I had sat here for about two hours without doing anything. "I'm hungry," I announced. "Cree, I'm going out to get us McDonalds. Do you like McDonalds?" Cree shrugged. "Whatever you can get, get me it," she said. "Just not their Big Mac. I heard that it is disgusting from a few people." I walked out of the hospital. Name was Quarter's Hospital. "Who the hell is Quarter?" I thought. "And what kind of loon names their child 'Quarter?' or allows that to be his nickname?" While walking, I didn't watch where I was going, and bumped into someone. "Ouch!" we both screamed. I groaned, looking down. I was surprised when I saw how short she was and the length of her hair. It didn't take me more than five seconds to realize that she was… well, to put it frankly, a kid. "What the f**k is your problem, kid?" I asked, angry. She looked up at me, upset. "What's your problem, lady?" she asked, pointing her finger up at me. Kid had spunk. I liked that, but not when she was using it against me. "I asked the question first," I said, scoffing. "I could have said I was sorry if you didn't lash out at me," She said. This kid obliviously had no idea who I am. "That's it! Stop being jealous of me! I mean, sure I'm gorgeous and was one of the best wrestlers, although you have no need to be jealous, sweetie." This girl's eye was now twitching. I grinned. I had succeeded in pissing her off.

"I don't wrestle, but I challenge you to a racing match!" she screamed. "Sure, hone, where?" I asked. "One of the Mario racing tracks, okay!" she screamed. "By the way, the name's Candi, not 'kid!' and I have to go!" Leaving on feet, I began taking note of what she said. I would look her up online later to see if she was famous or anything. "My name is Maryse, not lady!" I yelled back.

Whatever the little b***h got to her on racing day (if she showed up), it would be deserved.

The Shadow's POV

I had come up with a prank for Abigail. I would make up an email and a blog, claiming that I am from 2030. Of course, I would pretend to be her the whole time. Then I would make predictions that I myself knew were false, such as World War V had begun. My plan went right during the first few days since it started! Everyone thought Abigail was a lunatic. Since I'm Abigail's evil version, all I had to do was take a picture of myself. I was believed. Abigail didn't know that I had done it. Her reaction was funniest.

"Oh my god, George!" Abigail screamed once she saw the website. "Someone knows that we're here! And someone hates me!" I rolled my eyes. How clueless is she? I mean, did she not see me walking around earlier? I know she can't have that badly of a memory. "It is probably the Shadow," George told her. I rolled my eyes. I was behind the bushes were they were. I was truthfully only looking for Abigail's reaction. Trust me; I was pleased with her reaction. She was screaming her head off. It was exactly what I had been looking for. Sadly, I rarely see Abigail pissed, though. Always just 'very upset' or 'crying type of upset.' Any type of upset but 'pissed off upset.'

April fool's Day is always pleasant for me. My pranks are always the best, and I'm so good at them that people never (okay, fine, rarely), figure out who was in charge of them. As I said earlier, Abigial's reactions are always the best.

That, in general, describes why April fool's Day is one of my favorite 'holidays.'

Rosalind's POV

Do you want to know how pleased and at the same time pissed off I was when Dil called me and told me about what CeCe told him? I was pleased because, well, if you've been paying attention the past few chapters, you would know. I was pissed because now I had to meet that b***h way before I wanted to. Dil really is a sweetheart and he is well-intentioned, but I feel like he's doing what he promised me, he wouldn't do; try to make CeCe and I become friends! I don't feel like being friends with CeCe; as much as I hate to admit, we're similar in the strongest of ways, and that would make our personalities clash together. Besides, you can't be friends with someone whose eyes are on your crush. It can cause serious issues in any sort of friendship. I hate CeCe. Hate is a strong word, although that's the only feeling that comes to mind whenever I think about her. Now you might wonder, how can you hate someone when you haven't met them? We just talked over the phone. I even made a list for why I hate CeCe.

Reasons why I hate CeCe Proud (If you're wondering Dil told me her last name at least once).

She thinks she's better than me because she's known Dil longer.

'Proud' is a stupid last name. Sure shows her and her family's pride.

She's a rude hussy and isn't right for Dil.

B****h doesn't want to admit that she sees me as competition. I know she does, otherwise she wouldn't have felt so threatened when she talked to me over the phone. After I admitted to myself my crush on Dil, I also admitted that I felt CeCe was a threat. CeCe obliviously hasn't admitted that to herself yet.

CeCe doesn't sound attractive at all.

From what I remember, she picked a fight with me, not the other way around. Yet Dil was still pissed with both of us.

Her nickname for Dil is retarded! I could do better.

Even if I didn't hate her because of all of this, there's just something that screams 'snob' about her attitude anyway.

Once I finished that list, I felt a lot better. It was nice to release all of my feelings on paper. That's another reason why I'm trying to become a writer. It always relieves the stress for me. I yawned. I had to get to bed, especially since CeCe was visiting tomorrow. I had to show her that I was sexy, that I was better than her. I know it sounds snobby coming from my part, but come on, it's true. Goodnight, guys!

CeCe's POV

It was the night before my visit with Dil and before I would meet that b***h, Rosie. Dil had called me and talked to me on the phone. The sound of his voice made me feel better. You see, before Dilly (my affectionate nickname for him), had called, I had been writing a list of reasons why I hate Rosalind Louise Hall. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't get my mind off her and how much I wanted to strangle her. She should know that Dilly is mine, not hers. The h0e just met him, for petes sake! If you want to read my list of reasons and also know why you should hate her, too, it's right here.

Reasons why I hate Rosalind Louise Hall (Dilly told me her middle name and last)

Does she think she's the Queen of the world? God, she's so snobby!

'Rosalind Hall' sounds terrible. I mean, 'CeCe Proud' doesn't sound the best either, but really!

Okay, even if I don't want to admit it, she's a threat. A threat to the relationship that I want with Dil.

She made Dil pissed off with me for yelling at her! She's a skank! Really deserved to be yelled at!

Who the f**k thinks that pink hair with 'blonde highlights' is attractive at all? At least turn it around, girlfriend!

She had the courage to tell me that her boobs are bigger. Who cares about breast size? Oh… wait, I'm sounding like a hypocrite.

Even if I didn't hate her for all this, something just screams 'fake' or 'b***h' about her.

She tries to sound so damn intelligent. She might be smart, but not as smart as me! I'm CeCe Proud, and I actually have the rights to boast!

I could go on listing reasons why I hate her, but Hazel is getting upset and just wants us to get on the plane. It's eleven pm here, you see. "CeCe, we have to get on the plane before we're late," Hazel reminds me. She groaned. "And then I'll get angry. And you wouldn't like me when I'm angry." I knew that I wouldn't like her when she was angry, so we got through the process and sat next to each other in our seats. We both fell asleep next to each other, and, being a woman with a crush, I dreamt about Dil.

End of Chapter Thirteen

I can't believe that I finally finished writing this chapter! At 1:30 in the morning, too! I will be so tired in a few hours! Ugh, after I upload this I am hitting the bed. If I forgot anything, just remind me and I'll include it in either the next chapter or the following chapters. I'm awfully sorry if one of your OC's didn't' get an OC, this story was around 7,000 words already. Even I, as a girl who publishes long chapters, have my limits, and I need my sleep.

Can I tell what is truthfully sad? I started writing this on April 6th, a day after my birthday, and now, on April 12th, I'm publishing this. In other words, it takes me 3 days – 8 days to finish writing a chapter and publish it.

Anyway, I need a few more votes for who won the fight between the two Disney characters and Cree and Summer. Before I go, I just wanted to remind you all that in the next chapter, Hazel and CeCe are visiting, Hazel visiting Rosalind and a few of her old friends, CeCe visiting Dil and some of the gang. That's right, sorry it took fourteen chapters to do, but, next chapter, we get a visit from our good friends, CeCe and Hazel! I've been hinting it for a few chapters and even downright said it would be happening in one chapter, and in our next chapter, it is! Aren't you excited? Oh, golly! Now I've written/spoken too much and it's nearly 1:40 AM! I have to go to sleep before my Mom gets upset!

Goodnight peeps, I have to hit the jackpot!