***WARNING: THE FOLLOWING MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS***

Missy: Hello my lovelies! I hope you enjoyed the last chapter, and hopefully, you're prepared for whatever comes next!

Riley: Last chapter wasn't very enjoyable… just nerve racking. I didn't like it at all.

Sabrina: No one cares what you like. I think it was about time there was some action! Alex, you were so weak. Couldn't even throw a decent punch!

Alex: Well I'm sorry I didn't live up to your level of excitement, but I don't believe in fighting!

Sabrina: You also don't believe in eating meat, speaking, and dressing like your gender.

Missy: Ahem, as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, you must be waiting for the next chapter, right? Well guess what, you're not getting it, at least not yet. This chapter will be a 'Most Frequently Asked Questions and Answers', answered by the OC's of Not Another Cinderella Story! Plus DELETED SCENES! Can I hear a yay!

Everyone: … *crickets chirping*

Sabrina: So let me get this straight. You kidnapped us to force us to answer questions that no one really cares about?

Missy: Exactly! Isn't this so fun!

Sabrina: I'm out of here.

Jeanette: Come on Sabrina, this will be fun!

Trisha: If the questions are about me.

Sabrina: I have a question for you: WHY ARE YOU HERE? No one likes you!

Jeanette: You're mean…

Riley: You hit sissy!

Sabrina: (CENSORED OUT BECAUSE OF LANGUAGE)

Missy: First popular question: What does Michael want from Alex?

Alex: What does he want from me?

Missy: Hmm, I can't really tell you since you don't have it yet.

Alex: Wait… if I don't have it, why does he torment me? Wait… oh my goodness! Am I supposed to-

Missy: Moving on! Question two, when will Sabrina finally end up with Steve?

Sabrina: The hell? Who even said there was something between the two of us?

Missy: Sadly, it's true. Sabrina and Steve's hate is real, not something formed to hide their true emotions. Unless the readers want them together, I have no plans of making them end up together.

Riley: We swore off love, so it doesn't even matter… right?

Missy: Question three! Why does Dally and Steve hate Alex so much?

Dally: 'Cause Alex is annoying.

Jeanette: Hey! Why are you here? This is OC's only, remember?

Dally: Then where's Michael?

Jeanette: Who even cares? Get out!

Dally: Woah Blondie, it's obviously someone's time of the month.

Sabrina: Alex doesn't have a time of the month.

Dally: Why would he…. Wait a minute-

Missy: Goodbye Dallas! Next question! Who will Alex end up with? Hold it! Who said Alex was hooking up with anyone?

Riley: When creating this Fanfiction, you had to choose two genres this story fell under. If you look, you will notice you chose romance as one of the two. Thus concluding your main character (Alex) will be romantically involved with an original male character.

Missy:… How can someone so shy be so annoying? Anyways, who will you choose, Alex? The movie star handsome Sodapop? The dreamy Ponyboy? The cute Johnny? The dangerous Dally? The spontaneous Two-Bit? Steve. Or will you go all out with Darry?

Alex: I-I don't know… I mean Dally and Steve hate-

Missy: Final question! WHEN WILL THE GANG FIND OUT.

Jeanette: Should we tell them?

Missy: Why? They're so close, they can practically taste it. Thanks for reading! This chapter is just a way to buy me more time, since next chapter is very… interesting. For all you know, Michael could've taken her and Riley as a twist… Shoot! I've said too much! Pie!


Deleted Scenes:

Johnny and Riley's Talk (Chapter 21)

I knew Alex had sent me to question Riley, but I felt like it wasn't right for me to get in between them. Alex was really nice, but I didn't know why he cared so much about Riley. To be honest, something felt off about Riley, like she had problems much deeper then what others dealt with.

Riley was sitting up on the couch, biting her fingernails. Immediately, I felt nervous. I wasn't good at talking to people I didn't really know, let alone girls. Riley may be young, but to me, she was another woman.

"H-hi…" I stammered, wanting desperately for her to send me away.

Instead, Riley looked up with sad hazel eyes, "Hey Johnny…" she whispered.

Wow, for a kid, she sure was miserable. Sabrina was so loud and talkative, it seemed strange for her little sister to be so sad and shy. But then again, they didn't really look related.

"Is something wrong?" I said, trying to make small talk.

Riley laughed bitterly, "Everything's just peachy. My parents don't want me, no one likes me, I can't do anything, I'm just so useless!"

I frowned at her, "That's not true, Alex likes you, and you can bake. Your pie was really good by the way."

I didn't know why I felt like I needed to cheer Riley up, but something on her face reminded her of me. Lost and sad. But then again, Riley had been pretty cheerful since I met her…

"Thanks," she muttered, "but it 's never going to get me noticed."

"Sure it can, if you continue to cook, you could become famous." That wasn't a complete lie. In a neighborhood like here, becoming famous was hard- not impossible.

"Hmm… famous. People coming to watch me and talk to me and telling me how good my food is!" she beamed. It was scary how the mention of publicity changed her whole mood. Maybe she just liked attention.

"Yeah…" was my simple response. I felt self-conscious again, unsure what to talk about. Riley still seemed to be musing on the idea of fame, so maybe I should stay on the topic.

"You could bake your favorite desserts for practice." I encouraged.

"Yes! Chocolate chip cookies, or maybe cheesecake!" she marveled. I smiled at her, and got ready to leave when Riley spoke up,

"Do you like soccer?" she asked.

I shrugged, "I don't really play it…" I felt nervous again. Riley was sweet, but something worried me about her.

"I love soccer. We could play sometime."

"Sure…" I agreed.

"Promise?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah… I guess."

Why was she making me promise? It's just soccer, why wouldn't I play with her if she asked? It was as if she thought I would just vanish.

"Alex never cared about what I liked, it was always questions. But not about me. I like you Johnny." she said smiling. I could've told her I liked her too, but something was really off about this girl.

And I couldn't put my finger on it.


Jeanette & Sabrina

"Okay, no ones home." Jeanette said, opening her front door.

"'bout time," I grumbled. I had been waiting outside for the past five minutes as she searched for any signs of her family being home.

"Why can't you just tell them you still talk to me?" I said, kicking off my shoes, as I enter the warm house.

Jeanette sighed, "You know my mom would ship me off to Switzerland in a heart beat if she knew I talked to you."

I rolled my eyes as we walked up her stairs, passing family pictures of what seemed to be the perfect, little, happy family. Her house was pretty average, but it did have this soothing feeling to it. Maybe it was the fact that almost everything was blue, including the walls.

She opened her door to her room slowly, "We're here." she sighed, flopping on her bed, like it was my first time in her room. I absorbed her room setting, like I did when I saw a new design on a lighter.

To be honest, Jeanette's room is cute. If she were five.

It still had pictures of princesses and castles hanging on her wall. Her bed was bright pink, covered with hearts and stars . She had lots of books and yarn, scattered on top of her desk in the corner. If this was my room, I would've killed everyone in an 'accidental' house fire.

"I'm hungry, make me food Blondie." I said, using the nickname Dally called her.

"Don't you ever call me that!" she snapped.

Woah, that was unlike her. She was always such a goody-goody. Why was she acting so annoying now?

"Fine, I'll leave the name calling to Dally, since you love him so much." I replied.

"Love him? I don't even respect the ground he walks on." she muttered.

I raised an eyebrow, "Okay, who are you and what have you done to Jeanette?" I asked, plopping down next to her. I didn't like when Jeanette got all mad and stuff. She was no fun then.

"Sorry," she sighed, "I just hate how I can't do anything."

"What are you babbling about? You do anything you want!"

It really irritated me when people complained about their lives when it was already so perfect. Jeanette had a house, a bed, parents that at least acknowledged her- what more do you want?

"I know… but…" Jeanette said, sighing, "Do you ever feel trapped? Like you don't know what to do, not unless someone helps you or tells you?"

"No," I answered bluntly. I wished she would be quiet, I really wanted some food.

"Well I do, I don't know what to do! I don't have a chance will Dallas, and even if I did he would just leave me. So should I just avoid him… or listen to my heart?" she whispered.

"If I answer… Do I get food?" I asked.

"Sabrina!"

"Alright, alright. Here's what you do," I said, sitting up, "Forget your heart, forget all that love stuff. You're going to die alone with a dozen cats and no family. Now repeat after me: Dallas Winston does not or ever will love me!"

"Forget it…" Jeanette muttered, covering her face with her blonde hair.

"Good, 'cause I'm starving!"

You'll thank me one day Jeanette.


Michael

"Michael, I've brought news about Alex." Helen, my assistant said. I smiled wickedly as I looked at a picture of my ex wife, Gracie. So happy, so carefree, so pathetic. I wonder if I should torture her? I know Alex went to talk to her, and if that woman said anything…

"What?" I asked Helen, not looking at her. I was sitting in my room, sipping a glass of wine. Everything was going as planned, I just needed one last thing…

"Tonight, there's going to be a rumble between the 'greaser's' and 'Socs'. It will be held at the empty lot, and Alex will be participating. Your niece, Riley, is also planning on sneaking there. She left approximately fifteen minutes ago." Helen informed me.

"Dumb child," I sighed, shaking my head.

"Which one?" she wondered.

"Both."

I had to be focusing on Alex, and only her. She was all I needed now, no more Louise, no George, or Gracie. Alex was it. But as always, my nieces couldn't stand still for a second. If I ever got guardianship of them, Riley goes to a mental hospital the next morning, and Sabrina goes to prison.

"What should we do?" Helen asked, coming closer, her dark brown hair in waves down her back. Helen was beautiful, but that's not why I kept her around. She was manipulative and twisted - I couldn't have found a better assistant. She was willing to do anything, at a price.

"Call Jack, tell him how intelligent he is. But remind him how devastated his mother would be if he didn't get into his dream college. Tell him at the rumble tonight, they'll be a boy will a blue baseball cap. Explain to Jack that he has to do everything in his power to get that boy away from the crowd and knock him out, no matter what. Also, if he sees a little girl, take her too. And if Alex's horse friend or anyone else gets in the way, get them." I instructed, gulping some more of the red wine.

"You mean Ponyboy and Riley? Why take them? I thought you only wanted Alex…" Helen asked.

"Riley might talk, I need her to keep her mouth shut. And if Alex doesn't want to tell me what I want, I need to bribe her with something… or someone."

"But Jack is only seventeen… You really want to trust a child with something as important as Alex? You know teenage boys…"

"If Jack wants to get into his little college, he better bring me Alex in one piece." was my final response.

"And what if her other friends notice? What should he do then?" Helen pressed, irritated.

I spun around in my chair, "Watch from your car. You know how to use a gun. Any complications, end it."

"I like the sound of that…" Helen smirked.


I hope this chapter can keep you content until I update! I was rushing, so not much detail, but I wanted to give you guys a slight idea of the mind of Michael, Jeanette, Sabrina, and Riley. You guys already know Johnny, but now you know how he first interacted with Riley! Sorry if you guys are disappointed about this chapter, but it's better than waiting another week with nothing to read!

***DO NOT FLAME, CHILDREN. ARSON IS ILLEGAL.***