A/N: Yet another chapter guys, I guess I'm just gonna put these out daily. Hopefully it's to you guys' liking. Nothing long to announce in this one since I said everything in the last one, except that I'm gonna keep Duncan's 'surprise' a secret since I have a lot to write up. Sorry!

Oh! Almost forgot! Next chapter will be Halloween and I have a genius idea!

Till next time Dramalings,

D.L.D

Zoey's P.O.V

I was in my class, getting down some notes, when I noticed that Gwen was in quite a good mood today. She was usually grumpy after Chris' 5 am wake up call, and I couldn't help but notice that there was a smile on her face.

"Gwen?" I tapped her with my pencil, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah," She smiled, "Just in a good mood."

"A really good mood it looks like," I smiled back, "What put a smile on your face?"

"Something Duncan did," Gwen had a dreamy look in her eyes and I had a feeling that he'd shown her the 'surprise'.

"Oh...so he showed you the 'surprise'," I giggled as she nodded blushing, "I guess you liked it?"

"Yeah," She trailed off a blush still on her cheeks.

I never knew that Gwen could be so much like a stereotypical high school student with a crush. She was usually so withdrawn and collected that I chuckled at the thought.

"Well, we'd better finish this work so that we can help Dakota and Katie with their photography and design stuff," I say as I jot down a few more notes about my latest project.

"Oh yeah," Gwen nodded, "They're planning a fashion show aren't they?"

I nodded as I continued to write. It was all Dakota and Katie spoke about, well that and how much Katie missed Sadie, but they often Skyped each other. It seemed crazy that the two girls were separated by such a long distance.

"Well, I'm done," I say getting up from my seat, "I'll meet you at Dakota's dorm."

"'kay," Gwen replied as she continued to write.

I then left my notes on the lecturer's desk and headed out of the classroom and towards the dorms.

Heather's P.O.V

"Wrong again!" I clenched my fists as Anne-Maria said the lines wrong for around the millionth time.

"I told ya, I'd fuck up the nurse's role," She shrugged.

"If you think you're getting out of your role by screwing it up on purpose, then keep trying," I growled, "Remember, if you fuck this up we both fail Blaineley's fake ass class. And do you want to spend another year in this dump?"

"Of course not!" Anne-Maria shivered at the thought.

"Exactly," I folded my arms across my chest, "Now, if we perform this scene good enough, we'll be able to rub it in Blaineley's face that she made a mistake pairing us up. Then we never have to work together again."

"Sounds like a plan," She shrugged, "I'm in. But only because I never get to work with you again."

I smiled at her words before looking at the scene Blaineley had given us.

"Now let's show Blaineley that we're not gonna bitch and moan at each other for this scene," I say as she smirked back.

Taylor's P.O.V

I panted as I tried to catch my breath after Chef's killer workout he called a warm-up. I looked at all my other peers and saw that majority of them were fine with a few, like me, trying to catch their breath.

"Ok Fruitcakes!" Chef blew his whistle, "Now that we've warmed up, today we'll be learning the muscles in the body."

There was an audible groan from us all.

"If you're going to moan, then I can easily flunk you," Chef warned his gaze narrow, "Why'd you think Chris assigned me as the physical education lecturer?"

There was silence as everyone all looked at one another, while I rolled my eyes at what Chef said. Chris couldn't kick me out of this dump if he wanted to, he needed the money from my parents to keep this 'college' afloat.

"You're all going to name a muscle," Chef instructed, "Going clockwise and starting from Taylor. If you repeat a muscle I'll take it as not paying attention and you'll fail."

We all gulped at his words before deciding to start what he said.

"Triceps," I say.

"And where is it located?" Chef raised a brow.

"The back of your arm."

"Bicep," Lightening smiled, "Front of your arm."

"Quads/ quadriceps," Jo smirked, "Thighs and at the front."

"Hamstring," Eva growled, "Back of the thigh."

Round and round we all went until we'd all named all of the muscles without repeating any. Chef gave us a satisfied smile before blowing his whistle. It let out a deafening screech and we all covered our ears as soon as we heard it.

"Do you have to blow that thing?" Eva scowled.

"It makes me feel like I'm back in the war," Chef shrugged, "Now, let's go straight into soccer."

There was another groan from among us.

Chef glared at us all, giving us his signature death glare, and we all immediately bolted towards the pitch. As much as I hated soccer, I'd rather play it than suffer at Chef's wrath.

Cameron's P.O.V

I was in my dorm, relaxing a little after the climatic week I'd had this week. First Bridgette gives birth in the middle of a protest, then I was requested to invent something for someone, and finally a company asked me and B if they could sell our invention (claiming us as the creators of course).

I couldn't believe that someone actually wanted to sell our invention to the public... It seemed unbelievable.

I sighed as I thought about what to do. B said he was fine with selling the idea, especially since that was our main goal: to sell it to the public.

"Cam, is everything ok?" Mike asked from behind the door.

"Yeah, everything's ok," I replied, "I'll be ready to play in a few moments."

"Ok," I heard his footsteps fade away.

I groaned as I thought about how stuck I was. I was getting nowhere sitting in this room, I needed to clear my thoughts in a better environment. Maybe a game night would help me to clear my thoughts...

Owen's P.O.V

"Have you got all the supplies?" Noah asked Geoff.

"Yeah, it should be fine," He shrugged, "Plus it's been a while since I've had one of these."

"You think everyone's gonna come?" I raised a brow, getting excited.

"Hopefully," He smiled, "But then again, it is one of my parties, so we should be fine."

Noah and I nodded understanding what he meant. No-one could resist a Geoff party, especially for this occasion. I can already imagine the scene: decorations everywhere, bass booming, and an array of gorgeous snacks. Snacks... I shook my head trying not to drool. This party is gonna be lit!