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AN: okay, guys? I know that everyone has haters, and I'm fine. But stalkers? Um, who the heck is "suck it ()". Hm, let's see:
From: suck it () i know who you are you little **. your writing sucks so bad its stupid. who do
you think you are you little **, trying to steal my fans, well prepare to **
in a hole. i 'll expose you to everyone in your entire schol you meaningless
**.
Not to ruin your fun or anything, but you don't know who I am. Ever heard of home-schooled? And I'm not stealing your fans. I don't even HAVE any fans! You cannot expose me to a nonexistent school. And if anyone thinks my initials are KLU, they're NOT! It's my nickname! I don't know who you're looking for! I'm sorry for harping so much about this, but I'm having a really sucky life right now. I apologize, suck it (), for stealing your fans. I didn't mean to. I'm sure you have a lot of other fans!
WILT: Singer—Ke$ha/Miranda Cosgrove! Song—Disgusting! (- Like, really good. And it really suits what happens next ;D)
Just Some Place in Westchester
North Birch Park
Wednesday, September 21st/5:50 P.M
Third Person—KG's POV
"What the f—ehma…" She trailed off, not knowing what to say. "Who are you?" She tried to cover her shy-girl blush with a glare. "And what were you doing?"
The sandy-blonde haired boy's sheepish look was so hot that she heard violins. She hated violins. "I'm Dune." He extended his hand. She shook it, feeling vibes traveling up her arm like little spiders. She hated spiders. "And I"
He stopped midsentence and whipped his head around, a look of oh-gosh-darn-it panic evident. "Justgoalongwithit." He whispered with an apologetic shrug and smile. An identical smile blossomed up on her face, only she probably looked like an idiot. It was like she couldn't stop smiling when he did, an automatic response. She hated those even more. Quick as a flash, he was thisclose to her, his shoulder touching hers.
She searched around the park with her eyes and finally found a maybe-clue to all this. A bunch of gangly, skate-board holding dudes were moseying over. A little too consciously, she felt his arm circling around her side. "What do you think you're do—"
"Justtakemyleadokay?"
"What?"
Brunette-dude-with-scabby-knees smirked. "Who's this?" The others elbowed each other and glanced at her before ducking down. And then glancing again. It kinda reminded her of those nights when she'd had to babysit little toddlers with Allison. What? Had Dune told them she was about to spank them?
Dune shook his hair out of his eyes—hawt—and rolled his eyes like he was too cool to answer them just yet. She was pretty sure that only she had heard the slightly nervous suck-in of his breath.
Another guy whispered, his voice hoarsely deepening low then squeaking up high. She stifled and tried not to laugh. "Didn't think he actually had a" She couldn't hear the word at the end.
"Yeah, so you owe me twenty freaking bucks." Another one grinned and pumped his fist in the air. The former guy whined and punched him in the shoulder. Mr. Scabby-Knees spoke. "Sucks, Mark. You lost it." He did the cool-nod thing, turning back to Dune. "So like I said, who's she?" He spit. Ew, she thought.
Dune smiled and his hold around her tightened faintly. "Kristen." Mark mumbled something along the lines of not as ugly as I thought.
"Hey. I'm Xavier." He held up his hand to show which one, even though he was, like, right in front of her. "So great to know that Dune didn't score a total dud. I just scored twenty." She was pretty sure this was the only reason he was feeding her smiles.
"Didn't score a total dude for a…" She motioned for him to finish. He looked a little confused. "Girlfriend, right?" She flushed, a mixture of embarrassment, pride, and understanding. Dune gave off a cough that was inaudible to all ears but hers. "Yeah, his girlfriend."
They both swerved off any suspicion from Mark, who was still whining (or maybe that was just his voice making it sound like that) questions at them, a desperate attempt to find a hole back to his lost money. Sucker.
"At least that's done. Thanks." He shot a grateful smile at her that warmed every inside of her insides. She struggled to remember that Fisher dude. Oh yeah—Cam, was it?
Forget him. Well, for now. Her stomach flopped. She closed her eyes and saw half of Cam's face and the other half was of Dune's. No! A part of her screamed inwardly. You can't fall this fast!
But then again, Kristen Stewart never did things halfway or took careful steps in anything. "So, is your house headed this way or something?"
"No." He shook his head. "Is yours?"
She shook her head. He said. "Oh. I thought I was walking you home. I guess I'm taking you for lunch, then." The stupid smartass in her replied. "It's way past lunch."
"Then I guess I'll take you to dinner."
"Too early for dinner."
"Too bad."
Now this was a guy she might be able to get used to.
The Block Estate
Massie's Bedroom
Wednesday, September 21st/ 7:00 P.M
MB's POV
"Trust me on this one."
"I trust you, Massie. But I"
"I thought I spelled it out for you already."
"You did. How more plainly could you say 'I don't like you and I never will, but Dylan does.'"
"Ow. Did I really sound that heartless? Sorry."
"It's okay, I'll get over it."
"So let's get back to the subject. Just do it, I swear it's a good move. And I'll owe you, like, a million."
"Okay, I'll do it."
"Really? That easily?"
"No."
"I knew it. What's the deal."
"Ditch your bull excuse on why you don't like me and tell me the real reason—then I'll do it."
I almost dropped the phone.
The Rivera Estate
Alicia's Bedroom
Wednesday, September 21st/10:30 P.M
3rd Person—AR's POV
"Why are we talking this late?" Strawberry whined. "I have a huuuuge math test tomorrow."
"You sound like my grandmother." Alicia snapped. "Fail, for all I care. Just listen up; does everyone here have a date?" Kori came through. "I'm going with Brian."
"Brian? I thought we were bringing guys as dates."
"He's on the soccer team!"
"More like he wants to be. Hey, Alicia, I'm going with Harris. Score, right?"
"It'd be even better if he hadn't just gotten his neck brace off. He looks stiffer than wood and his neck is the color of paper. Everyone knows who I'm going with. Wait—did anyone bother to get Kristen on?"
"No, we thought you were going to."
"Do I seriously have to do everything around here?"
"No, just the bitching."
"What did you say to me?"
"Uh, I was…talking to Pam. I'll get Kristen on."
"Good idea."
"Anyone know who she asked? Or who asked her?"
"I think she was going to ask Cam. Actually, I told her to ask him so that fatso Dylan would lose the stupid bet."
"Hey guys. You'll never guess what just happened."
"So why don't you shut up with your cliffies and tell us?"
"Geez, okay. Someone's bitching."
"That's what she said."
"You don't know how wrong that just sounded. Well, I just met the most ahh-mazing guy."
"Wait, Alicia, doesn't this mean your plan with"
"Shutupyoudumbass. So, stawp for a second. What—about—Cam?"
"Oh, forget him. Besides, I heard he asked Dylan. Uhh, why the fuss over that forgettable fag?"
"Dylan's a girl, right?"
"Yeah, you Queen of Idiocy. Nah, that's Olivia."
"Good point, Poop Pan Pam."
"Ohh, that's so creative. Alicia?"
"Alicia?"
"Ahh-leeee-shee-uhh?"
"I guess she left. Maybe something happened. Anyways, uh, Dune's kinda IM'ing me right now. Good luck with the game this weekend, right, Strawberry? Strawberry? Kori? Pamela? Hello? Is anyone there?"
AN: I apologize for the long while. Next chapter=party. Computer problems and life problems. Haha and did you know that you could ruin a straight-A year with a B—in gym? And that a guy could spend hours with you every day, hold your hand, say all this sweet, implying, stuff to you, disappear for a week, and then he comes up and says that he's still with his girlfriend?
Please review. You can all complain at me, nothing gets worse from here.