A/N: Updates, updates, updates... So many plots and ideas forming. Kinda why I may make this story stretch over 2 (Maybe 3) years. I mean so many things can happen in a year, but at this rate I have much more to do, like a lot more. Then again, the first year hasn't passed so...heh.
Anyway, I'll just focus on finishing these plots before doing anything else. That's the number one goal, well that and adding in the holidays as they come and go. Also, thanks for the suggestions Gucci Mane LaFlare! I'll try to put them into the story somehow, plus it helps to make the story stand out.
Now I'm just waffling, I should really stop typing. That being said,
Till next time,
D.L.D
Izzy's P.O.V
"Thank you for coming to the meeting ladies," I say as I look at the three other women surrounding me, "I get it's hard to trust me after the 'Scar scenario', but I'm completely sane."
"How can you prove that?" Mary eyed me, "You're extremely talented in manipulating people's thoughts and opinions."
"That is true," Ellody nodded, "Plus you assisted your cousin in building the Scarlett clones and researching the MPD students."
"Fine~" I huffed, slightly annoyed, "I only helped Scar cause we're cousins. It's the redhead rule. Always help your fellow redhead, even if they're doing wrong. You can ask any redhead here and they'll say the same."
"Is it a real rule Dawn?" Ellody turned to the small blonde only to gasp, "...Maybe you should get some rest."
"I'm fine," Dawn answered in a small husky voice, "Just a cold."
I looked at the blonde, and saw what Ellody meant. Dawn looked a mess. That's for sure. Her blonde hair lay flat and limp against her face and head, and her blue eyes were rimmed with dark circles. Dawn's complexion was slightly paler too, and I could see that she also had a lack of sleep from the creases in her forehead.
"Dawn maybe you should-"
"I'm fine," She answered smiling softly, "It's just from my cold and the mild concussion I got from falling from a tree."
"You fell from a tree?!" We all looked at the blonde wide-eyed.
"It wasn't anything serious," She brushed it off, "Plus Izzy does it all the time."
"Yes, but Izzy's different," I say calmly, "Izzy can do as Izzy pleases because Izzy knows what's best for Izzy. Whoa, way too many Izzys! I'm starting to feel dizzy...Hey, that rhymes!"
"Izzy," Ellody shook me slightly, making me regain my thoughts.
"Sorry," I smiled sheepishly, "It's really easy to slip into psycho redhead mode."
"Anyway," Mary coughed, getting our attention, "We need to focus on Dawn. She's clearly not at her best."
"Can we just stop talking about it?" Dawn asked timidly, peering out through her hair, "I promise I'll be ok."
We all looked at the blonde in silence. It's true that we all felt a lot of concern for her, after all she was kinda like a sister to us. Plus Dawn never got sick or injured. She was always fine. But would it be the same this time? She'd never been like this...
"Fine," Ellody sighed after a minute of silence, "But if anything happens you have to tell us all."
We all looked at the blonde as she bit her lip in thought. We knew that Dawn had a way of concealing her emotions and problems. She saw it as a burden on everyone else's already busy lives. Dawn didn't like to be the reason behind someone's stress. Maybe that's why this time she decided to tell a small white lie...
"I promise," Dawn smiled softly, "Now, I have an idea for the new project."
And like that we all got lost in the world of Science.
Cody's P.O.V
I smiled as I looked over the notes I'd compiled for the newspaper. I had to admit, I do miss the old days. Back when I used to be able to do as I please instead of studying in Chris' college. But then again, high school was no different from here: the only change is that we live in dorms on campus. But even then we can always go back to our parents' homes.
I sighed as I got out my laptop. So far this year has been full of unpleasant surprises. I wouldn't be surprised if it ended with a mass genocide. I shiver at the thought.
"Hey, Cody," Sierra sat across from me a small smile on her face, "Are you working on an article?"
"Yeah," I answer, "And a few other things."
"Right..." She chuckled, "That's so like you to do. Always getting everything out of the way first."
"Yep," I nodded as I thought back to high school. Half of the time I was focusing on making sure everything was done before enjoying myself. That was partially due to the Populars always picking on me, but at the same time it was because I felt safer that way. Chris always had some crazy new deadline or expectation for everyone back then, so we had to be prepared for anything.
"Well, I do have three recruits for the newspaper," Sierra grinned.
"Really? Who?" I say wide-eyed. If we had three extra pairs of hands then that would help get the paper out faster. As well as the blog Sierra had spoken about earlier.
"Eva, Izzy and Noah," She answered shortly.
"Eva, Izzy and Noah?" I repeat, my brow raised, "Are you sure? You four ended up revealing everyone's gossip last year."
"We've all changed and matured, Codykin- I mean Cody," She smiled sheepishly, "I promise nothing will go wrong."
"Ok..." I hesitate, "But if anything goes wrong, I'll have to suspend you."
"Thank you, Cody!" She smiled before going back to typing.
Taylor's P.O.V
"Faster!" Chef yelled as Eva, Lightning and Jo raced across the track towards us.
Once again we were doing relay races and I couldn't help but feel anxious. The last time I'd done a race I ended up twisting my ankle. Then the whole class laughed at me... I shivered at the memory. It wasn't one of my best, that's for sure.
Trying not clear my head, I watched as Jo got closer and closer. I was on her team, again, and I could see that she was not in the mood for losing. I gulped as I spotted this, my fingers twirling in my ponytail. I couldn't lose this. Not today.
"Don't lose this," Jo growled as she passed me the baton, "Or I'll make you into a human pretzel."
I didn't even respond to her comment. I just sprinted off, making sure I was doing it correctly. From not too far behind I heard Scott panting and Josee's gaining footsteps.
Pushing myself, I willed my legs to go faster as I tried to breathe. I had to win. I had to show everyone that I'd improved. I had to-
"Hurry up, Tay!" Tyler called from his place.
"I'm going as fast as I can!" I managed to say as I felt a burning sensation in my chest. A stitch. Oh no!
Pushing myself that extra bit further, I arrived at the next transition first, passing my baton to Tyler. He immediately took off, crossing the finish line first.
"Taylor's team win!" Chef blew his whistle, "Well done. Guess you're all not complete failures after all."
"That's the nicest thing you've said all year," Stephanie smiled at him.
"Well don't expect anything else!" He snapped before wiping his eyes, "What y'all looking at!"
We all laughed as Chef tried to hide his emotions. Guess Mr Macho isn't as tough as he made himself out to be.
"Anyway, I'm like this cause this'll be my last lesson with most of you," Chef caught our attention.
"What?!" We all stared at him wide-eyed.
"Well, Chris has hired more staff," Chef shrugged, "So, there will be two new Phys Ed teachers. Of course I'll still teach, but I'll be going into the food department as well."
"But you can't be replaced!" I say, "You've taught us everything we know!"
"You'll still have a class with me, Taylor," Chef sighed, "But a lot of you guys won't. Phys Ed will be put into sets after this week. It's not my say, it's Chris. Now, I'm going on my break. Class is finished."
We all stood there on the field, speechless as we watched Chef walk away. Earlier he'd promised to help me practice for the upcoming boxing competition. Would he still do it? After all he said that Chris had placed him into the food department as well as teaching one PE class. Would that mean he's too busy to coach me?
As Chef's figure grew smaller and smaller, one question filled my mind: If Chef was giving up, should I too?
Noah's P.O.V
"So we're getting dirt on everyone again?" I repeat.
She'd called me just before I was gonna set off for work. I know, perfect timing. She said that Sierra had reunited Team E-scope, but right now I don't really care. I just want to get my shift over and done with so I can get paid.
"Yep," Izzy answered, "Sierra just told me. Apparently she even got us spots on the Newspaper!"
"But did she specifically say we can get dirt on everyone?" I roll my eyes, "You know we'll get her into serious trouble if we do."
Let's just say the redhead has a habit of getting us all into trouble by hearing things she wants to. Sometimes she acts just like a child. It makes me wonder if she should be in college right now. And why we're even friends. Not that I'd ever trade her, but sometimes Izyy's a lot to deal with.
"Well she didn't say yes or no," Izzy responded, "Plus it's more fun if we do!"
"That's not how it works Izzy," I sighed as I put my keys in my pocket.
"That's exactly how it works, Noah," She chuckled, "Stop being so paranoid! We've all learnt from last year's mistakes."
"Clearly not all of us," I mumbled as I locked my front door, "Listen Izzy, I'll consider the offer. It would give me extra credit after all. But right now I gotta get to my job."
"You work?!" Her voice sounded shocked.
Was it really that much of a surprise? Every time I tell someone I have a job, they burst into laughter. Is it because they can't believe I have one? Or is it because they know I can't stand arrogant people...
"Yeah," I say incredulously, "I'm not always so pessimistic you know."
I heard her laughing, "Sure...You don't take shit from no-one Noah."
"If they pay enough, I do," I responded, "Now I really have to go."
"Fine..." Izzy whined, "But you better join the newspaper club."
"If it'll make you shut up," I say before ending the call.
Hopefully, Chris won't mind me being a little late. Who am I kidding? He's gonna kill me.
Heather's P.O.V
I smiled as I finished advising my sister on what to wear for her date. I was relaxing today since I didn't have any classes, and I have to say it went pretty well. I managed to have a nice little stay-cation and even avoided Alejandro and Jose. Those two are really getting on my nerves. At least some people know when a girl doesn't want them, but both of those Latinos don't take no for an answer. Sure, I've done things and been on and off with Alejandro, cause that's how we work, but Jose has got no territory around me. I can see past his fake ass facade from miles away. He's even worse that Alejandro.
I chuckled as I thought back to yesterday. Both of them had really made fools of themselves. But then again they did deserve the kick I gave them both. Guess no more Burromuertos children...
Just as I was about to get my make-up bag, my phone rang. Sighing, I answered.
"Hey, Heather," I heard Courtney's voice say.
"What do you want?" I say slightly peeved.
Courtney had never really been straight with me, she always hid her true intentions. So it came as no surprise when she betrayed me, but she can even talk to me on the same level again. Sure I'm fake, but at least people know what they get when they see me. With Courtney it's just some huge puzzle.
"I just wanted to catch up with an old friend," She responded.
"Sure, and I'm going to voice a Disney Princess," I roll my eyes, "You could've chosen any time in the past few months to talk. Why now?"
"Because I need...advice," Her voice was quiet. As is she were...ashamed.
"Advice you say?" The words easily slipped off my tongue as I grew into my old habits, "Why would you trust me with that? I'm a bitch after all."
"But there's no-one else I know who can help," Courtney sounded as if she were struggling to answer, "It's about...about...ugh!"
"If it's about finally embracing your Latina side, ask Alejandro," I answer immediately, "Or Jose."
"How did you-"
"I just know," I say, "Ok? Plus this is probably about impressing a boy so..."
Her side of the line went silent, making me smirk.
"Well, good talk," I say, before an idea pops into my head, "Actually, could you do me a favour?"
"Depends what," Courtney answered immediately.
"Could you maybe go on a blind double date with me?" I say smirking slightly.
"Why me?" Courtney sounded skeptical.
"Well I was meant to go with an old friend," I say, "But she ditched last minute."
"Ok...sure," She answered hesitantly, "Just text the details."
"Great," I smile, "Thanks, Court."
"No problem," The call then ended and I couldn't help but laugh. Miss C.I.T had just given me a simple solution to my problem.
