The thing that makes History class my favourite subject is the fact that it's easy to cheat. I can just not pay attention in class at all and then get all the facts from a textbook and write them down on my leg so I can sneakily look at it during a test. Sure, there's a lot of deduction to do but I can make some of it and with that I have enough credit for a nice C-.

The other thing that makes it so is that it's one of the classes I have with my sweet Princess.

"...And that children is why I told the American World History Association that the Nazis were the ones who really won World War II and that we are all right now in some sort of virtual reality system while in the real world we are used as energy cells to power evil Nazi machines of fascist world conquest." The teacher, Mr. John Azi explained. "Questions?"

What the fuck? If this is the kinda stuff that he says all the time then I should pay more attention in class, I thought.

"Yeah, isn't that the plot of 'The Matrix'?" Noah asked.

"No." Mr. Azi replied. "There were no Nazis in 'The Matrix'."

"Maybe but other than that it's the sa-"

"SHUT UP!"

Then the bell rang.

"OK, class dismissed." Said Mr. Azi. "Tomorrow I'll explain the procedure through which after finding the Fountain of Youth, Vladimir Lenin became immortal and since he didn't want to live like a poor asshole all his life he fled to the US, got some plastic surgery and became Marlon Brando."

As we all walked out of class Princess and I met up.

"So babe, what are we doing today?" I asked.

"I'm hanging out with Bridgette tonight." Princess told me. "But right now I'm free so I could help you study for the History test which you undoubtedly forgot we had next week and probably didn't prepare for at all."

"It's amazing how you can read me, honey." I told her and kissed the top of her head, which made her blush.

"OK, now let's go to the library so I can teach you about what really happened in Nazi Germany and not what Mr. Azi claims happened with his crazy conspiracy theories." Princess said as she smiled.

"How the hell is he not in a mental ward yet?" I thought out loud.

"They probably locked him up in the asylum outside town and he was so crazy they had to let him out because they couldn't help him." Courtney added.

"There's an asylum outside town?"

"Yeah, 'The Merry Maniac Mental Institution'."

"'Merry Maniac'?"

"The man who created it later became one of the patients."

"Oh."

Anyway, Princess and I walked to the library. You see, after we beat the jocks everybody around the school started to give me a little more respect...Or rather they started being afraid of me but respect and fear is basically the same thing. So now the nerds didn't bother me anymore. Sure some of them got on my nerves at times and I would pick on them but they mostly left me alone. Me and Princess still had our privilege to use the prep dorm flat screen TV, which she insisted we did every Friday to watch 'Glee'...uuhh. Plus, the jocks were no longer in my way. Everything was how it was supposed to be...

...Well, almost everything. The greasers were still a nerve wrecker and I would take care of them eventually.

"OK, so...Hitler hated Jews." I concluded.

"Duncan, I already said it. Yes, for the millionth time, yes!" Princess grunted.

"Sorry, I just don't see why."

"That's the point, it was irrational hatred...he had no good reason other than crazy bigotry because he thought that somehow all Jews in the world had conspired to make Germany lose World War I because he was a psycho."

"Oh."

"Now, who were the leaders of the Nazi High Command?" Princess asked.

"The what?"

I had no idea what that was.

Princess slapped herself on the forehead and thought for a second as if trying to rephrase the question?

"I got it. Who were the members of Hitler's posse?"

OH! I knew that one.

"Himmler, Goebbels Göring, Hess and Von Ribbentrop."

"Good."

"Don't forget Martin Bormann."

I turned around and saw DJ standing there.

You see, after the whole battle with the jocks Princess and I got friendly with DJ, he hangs out with us and the previous week he and Geoff helped me prank the shit out of Principal McClean. You see, it was already spring by then but we made fake snow out of ground ice and put it on McClean's window so he thought it was snowing and went out in snow gear. He almost melted to death. It was funny.

"Hi DJ." Princess said.

"What are you doing here, dude? I thought it was jock heresy to be in the library." I teased.

"Well, I don't really go along with the whole jock stereotype thing."

"We've noticed."

"But I am here for other reasons though."

As he said that, he blushed slightly. Apparently Princess noticed too.

"DJ, why did you blush just now?" She asked.

"I didn't blush."

As he said that his eyes quickly shot to the left and he looked somewhere, I followed his gaze and saw what he was looking at. The only thing that could have made him blush that was located towards where he had looked was Heather Gauthier. She was sitting on a chair holding a book titled "So You Think You Can Do Modern Dance?" by Duncan Isadora. Huh, author's got my first name.

"Oh god, no!" I yelled.

Apparently Princess saw the same thing as I did.

"DJ, You like Hea-"

Before she could finish DJ covered her mouth.

"Don't say it out loud." He whispered.

He let go of my Princess' mouth.

"How can you like Heather?" She asked sharply. "She's a bitch."

"No, she's not."

We looked at him with a disbelieving glare.

"OK, with most people she is but not with me." He told us. "Last month she tried to join the cheerleadin' squad but they didn't let her and since she knew I know how to dance she asked me for help. So for the past month I've been helpin' her train and she's really good to me. She was mean at first but I think I've grown on her and she definitely grew on me."

"Weren't you dating that cheerleader Katie?" Courtney asked.

"That didn't work out."

"DJ, if Noah finds out he will murder you." Princess whispered.

"I think he's distracted with something else." DJ remarked.

"What?"

The tall guy motioned us to follow him. We did so and he led us to a place behind some bookshelves around the back of the library where there were more study tables and there we saw Noah sitting on a table with somebody else there. A certain blonde.

"Gosh Nathan these Patzi guys sound really mean." Lindsay said, her usual stupidity still there.

"I'm Noah and they were the NAZIS and yes they were. They were homophobic, antisemitic, racist misogynists." Noah explained.

"Noah, you're funny because you use long, funny words." She giggled.

"If I pump hydrogen into your skull, will it react with all the oxygen in there to form a lake?" He remarked.

"If you think so then it must be true because you are really smart." Lindsay replied.

"This is so futile." Noah said and slapped his face.

"That slut is hitting on another guy?" Princess shrieked.

"Actually, I've talked to Lindsay 'cause I'm kinda her friend and the only guy she hits on is Tyler." DJ said.

"What?"

"Yeah, she thinks Trent and her are only friends. Every time they've gone out whenever he tried to kiss her she didn't let him. She think they go out as friends. She says her only boyfriend is Tyler." DJ explained.

"Then what's with all the feud?" I asked.

"Because he didn't ask her and she didn't tell him. I told him but it was after the whole fight we had and he doesn't trust me anymore." DJ answered.

"Then what's with this?"

"Noah's tutoring her for next week's text. He said he could tutor anybody to pass a test and since he doesn't want that statement to go down he's been workin' his butt off to get her to pass the test and he hasn't been payin' much attention to Heather lately." DJ explained yet again.

"You sure know a lotta stuff."

"Both Lindsay and Heather tell me everythin'."

The next day became important when I was at the cafeteria. I was standing in line to get some of the crap that Wawankwa Academy called meatloaf next to my boy, Geoff.

"...And Bridge kinda like dove off the dock and rescued that little dog. It was awesome, she can swim like totally fast." Geoff finished his story.

"Real interesting, Geoff." I said with an obvious sarcasm that Geoff did not notice since he kept up his goofy smile.

"Yo punk, move it. You stallin' the line."

"What the?"

I turned to look at the guy who yelled at me.

"Coach Hatchet?"

"It's Chef Hatchet now. Since I lost the game they kicked me off as gym teacher and I could only get a job here." Hatchet exclaimed. "Now grab yo disgustin' slop and move yo ass outta ma line, boy!"

A little freaked out by the huge angry guy threatening me I picked up my food and rushed off to my usual table, followed by Geoff. Soon we were joined by DJ and Malibu.

"Hey lover." Blondie said as she sat down next to Geoff and gave him a peck on the lips.

Then he returned it, she again and sure as hell they then started to make out.

"I'm eating here." I said, forcing the two apart.

"Sorry, dude." Geoff apologized.

Then, my girl showed up but with a considerably rougher attitude than Malibu Bridgette. Princess came up to the table with her food, rested her tray next to mine and the slammed a newspaper on the middle of the table.

"You have to look at this!" She exclaimed.

"First, hey babe how are you? Second what is that?" I asked.

"This is the school newspaper, 'The Weekly Blabbermouth'." Princess answered.

"There's a school newspaper?" I asked.

"Yeah and check out the headline story on page one." Princess instructed.

DJ picked up the paper and put it on page one for all of us to see. Oh shit.

On the front page it read:

Lindsay Petersen seen flirting with Noah Harrington in the school library

Right underneath the headline was a picture of Noah and Lindsay in the library as well as a whole article about it.

"This is gonna lead to some major trouble, dudes." Geoff said.

"Poor Noah." Malibu muttered.

"He is gonna get wailed on." I said.

"You know this doesn't sound very journalistic." Malibu commented.

"Of course it's not." Princess concluded. "The entire paper is edited by Sierra Winchell and she's as objective as Fox News."

About an hour later Princess and DJ decided they would go find Sierra and talk her out of printing any more stories of that type. Meanwhile I decided to go out for a walk around the school grounds and rejoice in the fact that people parted like the Red-fucking-Sea to let me through when I walked by.

However, I stumbled upon a little something on my little walk.

The school parking lot was greaser turf. This was because they always parked their bikes there. Since it was their turf it was easy to walk by there and see the greasers beating down a dude because other than early in the morning when teachers arrive and at the end of classes when they leave there was nobody there.

Right at that time there were six people in the parking lot. Five pissed off greasers and one tiny prep.

"Alright smart ass, Trent doesn't appreciate it that you were flirting with his girl." One of the d-bags said.

"First off I wasn't flirting with her I was tutoring her for a history test; second, she's not even his girl she thinks they're friends. She figures she's dating Tyler." Noah shot back.

"OK, he asked for it."

One of the greasers charged for Noah but before he could strike, the little dork reached back and grabbed the first thing he could, which was a wooden rod. He swung the rod forward, hitting the greaser in the face and knocking him out. Just then the other greasers reached for him.

Now I normally wouldn't try to save a guy who's as much of a dick as Noah, especially not since he was trying to kill me when I first got here. But Noah was working for me then and if I wanted to keep allies I would have to help him.

I ran for the parking lot and punched one of the greasers on the back of the head. As he turned around to face me I kicked him on the knee, causing him to double over and then I immediately punched him across the face again.

The guy fell to the floor and as soon as he was down I swung for another guy next to him. I blew him across the face one with my left fist, then with my right and I took him down by kneeing him in the groin.

Before the greaser collapsed, another one punched me in the face and I got spun 'round. I felt one of them put me in a nelson hold and my arms got pinned behind his just as the other remaining greaser stood in front of me. He punched me in the gut twice before I heard a bonking sound and the greaser holding me from behind let go and fell to the floor.

Somebody then shoved me to the floor and I managed to see that the somebody was Noah, who pushed me aside and then hit the remaining the greaser in the face with the wooden rod. He hit the greaser in the face again and then smacked him in the back of the knee, causing him to flex it. As he flexed his knee, the prep shoved his face off with his foot and tumbled him to the ground. Noah quickly hit the guy in the balls with the wooden rod and that left him out of the fight for good.

Don't I think I need to say that I was a bit shocked that the little guy could put up a big fight. Sure, he had to use a weapon but...Damn!

"So Duncan, are you OK?" He choked out.

He held out his hand and helped me up.

"Yeah I'm fine."

"Why'd you save me?"

"Hey, you and your preps work for me and I gotta take care of my workers." I told him.

"Fair enough. I guess I owe you one." He told me.

"Yeah, pretty much."I replied.

I saw Princess again on the third period after lunch, math class which was taught by Mr. Mark Sizm.

"Alright class, I graded your quizzes." Mr. Sizm said as he stepped into class.

He proceeded to hand out the tests and I was surprised to have gotten a B+. I was even more surprised because I definitely didn't get enough questions right to have a B+.

"Hey, how come I only got a B+? I answered all questions correctly, it says so here. I deserve an A+." Princess wailed.

Soon several students agree with her.

"Children, you all got B+. You see, in this class I try to emulate a perfect society and in a perfect society we all get the same reward which is an average minimal to succeed regardless of who does more work. If you all got different grades based on how well you actually did, this class would be a decadent imperialist society of evil run by the exploiting bourgeoisie." Mr. Mark Sizm explained.

"Crazy nutbag Russian." Courtney muttered.

"Chill Princess, this guy will get fired soon enough. There's already been a million complaints against him." I told her.

"I'm just pissed because this is the second bad thing that happened today. First Sierra refuses to stop printing bullshit and now this crap." She whined.

"So the phony chick still prints bullshit, huh?" I told her. "We'll handle it after class."

Indeed we'd handle it after class. After we were all done with the other bullshit classes for the day Princess and I went for a walk around the school halls until we found what we were looking for. A door with the words "Newspaper Club Room". Using my pick locking abilities I forced the lock on the newspaper room and both Princess and I slid in.

The place looked neat and tidy. There were five computers there, five printers and several tables and all that jazz.

"THAT BITCH!" Princess yelled.

"Woah Princess chill, what's up?" I asked.

"Look at this."

Princess picked up a paper and showed it to me.

The paper read:

Duncan Hopkins and slutty girlfriend Courtney Rodríguez caught having sex in hallway closet

"That slut was going to print this!"

"The keyword is 'was', babe."

I snatched the paper from her hands and tore into pieces.

"Are there any more copies?"

"No, it's the master print sheet."

"Cool, then let's get trashing."

Then Princess and I did the thing that I think most couples should do to bond. We trashed the workplace of an asshole who pissed off the both of us. I grabbed a chair and smashed it to pieces against the floor. Using one of the legs of the chair I smashed I proceeded to smash two computer monitors while Princess grabbed a printer and used it to break the table at the center of the room in half.

I grabbed another chair and used it to break one of the other printers while Courtney did the same. This was followed by her crushing a CPU with another CPU and then butterfly kicking a desk lamp into a thrid monitor and blowing it up. I doved off a chair onto the last remaining table while my darling girlfriend smashed stools onto the last remaining monitors.

I pulled out my black spray can and while my honey destroyed the last CPUs I spray painted a message on the wall:

Printing bullshit is a bad idea

Princess and I laughed in joy as we slowly left behind the destroyed printing room. We smiled and walked to the outside of the school. We had a nice date and made a lot of fun of the Sierra chick, trying to figure out how she'd react when she saw what she did to her printing room. Yeah, those moments of unrestrained violence were some of the things that made me fall in love with Princess.

She was a real wild girl inside.

Sorry that it took me so logn to update this story but I didn't know how to continue it and I was a bit more concerned with "Living In New York". I'll try to update "Living In New York" and "All That Jazz" this week but it's not a guarantee.

Also, some of those who read the previous chapter of "Living In New York" asked me about the song that Trent and his band perform. The song is not an original by me it is in fact a partial translation of the song "Eiti Leda" by Serú Girán, one of, if not the best Argentine rock band ever. If you want to listen to it I recommend the live version from the 1982 album "No Llores Por Mí, Argenina" which is the best version.