Author's Note: Time to figure out what Tikker plans to do.

Chapter 29

Scott, Justin, and Tikker calmly crawled and sat in the back seats of Heather's new car while Heather and Alejandro sat in the front ones; he only managed to get the seat because he had begged Heather for it. He really didn't want to sit in the back with any of the three that were currently there. The drive had started off extremely quiet as no one wanted to say any of the wrong things that could set off any of the people that were in the car; they were all considered villains at some point or another, after all, and that meant each had an evil streak. Tikker was the only who was silent solely for the reason he just didn't feel like talking.

Scott cell phone began to ring. "Hello," he answered, Dawn was on the other line.

"What are you up to now?" Dawn screamed into the phone, sounding extremely worried.

"What makes you think I'm up to something," Scott laughed nervously, which told Dawn that he was lying.

"Let's call it a gut feeling," Dawn said, wanting him to admit what he was doing. "What are you up to?"

Scott couldn't find himself to lie to her at the moment. "We're going to see an old friend."

"Friend?" Tikker scoffed in disgust at the word. "That bitch is not my friend; just an unnecessary necessity."

"So, don't worry about it Dawn, nothing's going to happen," Scott was actually pleased to hear Dawn worry about him. He liked that he knew she actually cared.

"Don't get yourself in any trouble," Dawn said before she hung up.

"Seriously?" Heather rolled her eyes as she drove. "Have you two hooked up yet or what?"

"Shut up," Scott felt embarrassed.

"And with that, I'm going to guess you've probably been rejected," Heather mocked him.

"I have not!" Scott exclaimed, defending his pride. "I just, I haven't told her yet."

"So you DO like her?" Heather was having a mental field day with teasing Scott.

"You're such a bitch," Scott screamed after hours of having to deal with Heather mocking his 'one-sided' crush.

"Oh, don't get your panties all up in a knot, Grandma," Heather cackled. "And we're here, guys."

"Finally," Justin grumbled. "Being cooped up with a bunch of ugly losers was killing me. I seriously thought I was going to catch the ugly disease for being stuck in there so long."

"Yeah," Heather muttered as everyone was offended by Justin's whining. "I think you've already caught it."

Justin let out a horrified scream and fell down unconscious. "Did he seriously faint?" Scott groaned.

"Stuff him back into the car," Heather demanded of the conscious males. "We'll deal with him later, let's go talk with Vexie."

"Ooh, fun," Alejandro smirked as he violently threw Justin into the trunk. "Also, I think we should lock the trunk. You know, for his 'safety'. You never know what types of creeps hang around neighborhoods at night."

"Oh yeah, good idea," Heather smiled. "You actually CAN be smart, can't you?" Alejandro arched an eyebrow, un-amused by Heather's taunts. He began to grumble in incoherent Spanish, most likely insult directed at Heather, as the group head to a normal sized yet very flashy house.

"That girl really loves to stand out, doesn't she?" Alejandro muttered as the flamboyant décor of the house.

"This is actually a pretty big downgrade compared to what I've seen," Heather added.

"True," Alejandro agreed with the black haired female.

Scott rushed to the door and knocked; he was quickly answered by one of the several people who were currently inside.

"Oh, look, She's throwing a party," Heather muttered with a sarcastic smirk on her face. "What a surprise."

"Is, uh, is Vexie here?" Scott gulped as he noted the size of the guy at the door.

"NO outsiders allowed, nerds," the guy attempted to slam the door in their faces, only to be stopped by Heather.

"Nerds?" Heather glared daggers at the giant man as she pushed the door open. "NERDS?" Alejandro and Scott cautiously followed the fuming woman inside the building, while Tikker just skipped right on in beside Heather. "Do I LOOK like a nerd to you?"

"Uh," they didn't know how he should respond to her angry words.

"How about I answer for you," Heather snapped. "NO, I don't." she proceeded with death threat against the guy until he took back what he had said.

"Okay, okay, I take it back," the guy cried, currently in possession of a face which had been scratched into oblivion. "You're definitely NOT a nerd."

"You bet I'm not," Heather cackled in victory. "Now, where the hell is Vexie?"

"I suggest you look to the left," a high-pitched feminine voice giggled, which caught Heather's attention.

Heather looked to the left of her and saw another, although shorter with more curves, Asian female with brown hair and one Purple streak in the middle of her triangular shaped side-bun. "Well, look at you."

"Long time, no see," the female smirked at Heather, but quickly turned her attention to Alejandro. "And you brought your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend," Heather gagged.

"You've still got quite the build going, don't you," the female swooned as she placed her head on Alejandro's chest and her hands on his abs. "Very nice."

"Ew," Heather quivered. "Vexie, you might catch something if you don't stop touching him soon."

"Sounds like you know from experience," the female, Vexie, did as Heather wished. "Did you catch something from Sir Sexy over here?"

"Can we NOT talk about this?" Scott squealed, uncomfortable about talking about such things.

"Well now, look how we have here!" Vexie screamed with excitement as she took notice of Scott. "How've you been, Sweetie?"

"I'm good," Scott mumbled. "But, uh, Tikker seems to need your help." The ginger pointed over to the skinny boy who had just stuffed his face with gummy bears.

"You do, do ya'?" Vexie asked as she and Tikker stared each other down.

"I need your help with making Lyra fall in love with me," Tikker told her.

"Well, look at you all love struck," Vexie squealed. "What do ya' need me for though?"

"Wait, hold up a minute," Scott exclaimed. "Shouldn't you be all mad and shit for driving you out?"

"Grudges gives you wrinkles all over the place," Vexie shrugged it off.

"They do?" Scott questioned.

"I don't know," Vexie admitted. "But I'm not going to risk it." The shorter female laughed. "Besides, I think he's gotten his comeuppance by now."

"How do you figure that?" Heather retorted, still bitter about nearly dying by Tikker's hands.

"Well, How many times has Lyra broken your heart?" the exiled female asked her banisher.

"I stopped counting," Tikker muttered, not enjoying the current topic of conversation. "So I'll just say a whole hell of a lot."

"See," Vexie grinned. "A broken heart is such a horrible thing. You should know by now how much of a romantic I am, Hair-bear." She told heather.

"Don't call me that," Heather muttered.

"Oh, by the way, Scott," Vexie turned her attention back to the farm-boy. "How's fang doing?"

"La, la, la, la," Scott refused to answer her as he covered his ears and walked away.

"So, he's as tight as ever with my favorite sea-creature," Vexie flashed her big, dark eyes at the other three. "So, once again, what do you need me to do?"

Heather and Alejandro turned to Tikker, insinuating that he was the one who needed to ask. Tikker hated this plan now. "I need you to come back."