A/N: Omg! So, I was just getting ready to start online classes and I see a bunch of reviews! Thanks guys. That really made my day. Really. Plus it's a break from classes from day so I have more time to update. *Cheers*

Anyway, since you all left such nice commentary, I tried to get this out as soon as possible for my readers. Might as well reply to some reviews to.

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Well, now I've answered those all I need to do is check off how much time in quarantine I've been in. That's around 2 months and 2 weeks.

Till next time,

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Taylor's P.O.V

"So... I heard about the Lightning situation," Dakota looked at me as I took a bite from my salad.

We'd been hanging out all day, catching up on the many years we'd missed. It was a lot. I guess during high school I began to drift away from my childhood buddy. I regret it. Dakota's a great friend and we always had a bunch in common. I just let the wrong people influence me and she was pushed aside.

I sighed as I set my plastic fork down and looked at her, "It's spreading that quickly?"

"Yep," She smiled softly at me, "But no-one's told Lightning yet. Although a bunch are placing bets as to whether you guys will ever hook up!"

"Great," I roll my eyes as I go back to eating my lunch. I don't know why I even bother eating salads anymore. I'm healthy and as long as I don't overeat, I'll be in the same shape. Plus a burger wouldn't kill me. In fact I would actually die for something tasty to eat. Eating all this low fat and carb stuff has really began to aggravate me.

"Taylor it's not that bad," Dakota laughed as she watched me poke my meal, "I mean everyone could have been spreading rumors. Or started teasing you."

"I know," I sighed, "It's just - people need to learn how to stay out of other's business."

"Yep," She nodded, only to quickly sit up straight as a hand hit the table. I blinked as I spotted the pink acrylic nails and tan skin.

"Long time no see girls," Dakota and I both rolled our eyes as Sugar grinned at us.

We should've known. The mall was practically Sugar's hangout to harass 'stick-thin' or 'fake' girls. It didn't exactly help us that we had a grudge with her either. Well I wouldn't say a grudge, cause it's one sided, but it was still an issue.

Basically a few years back our parents, mainly our moms, got us into pageants. They said we needed to learn how to be 'proper' and that pageants were a great way for us to do that. So we were thrust into the pageant industry. Dakota and I were pretty good at it, always getting a decent place, however Sugar was one of the few who saw our talent as 'cheap' or 'cute'. She always used to throw a fit if we placed higher than her. That's why I quit.

"You didn't exactly try to talk to us in high school," I say as I glance to the side.

"Poor Taylor, still bitter over the old days," Sugar simply laughed it off, "Anyway I just came here to settle an old score."

"What score?" Dakota's attention was caught. Mine too.

What score could Sugar possibly have to settle with us? The last time we actually had a conversation was when we were eight (and that was just for an interview). I doubt she has any real vendetta against us. Actually she had that grudge, but that was just petty.

"Don't act like you two don't know," She laughed. It was the sort someone would give out of amusement. That scared me. Sugar never laughs out of amusement, after all pageants were places for fakery and winning. Not kindness. If she was laughing she was scheming.

"Seriously," Her tone darkened, "You two owe me for ruining my pageant rep."

"Your pageant rep?" I raised a brow, "If anything, we helped your reputation. You actually got competitors, but it got to your head and you resorted to cheating."

"I know you two cheated," Sugar glared at us, nail-file pointed at us like a sword, "You had the others wrapped around your rich little fingers."

Dakota and I just shared a look while Sugar rambled on. She then slammed her hand back down on the table, making us blink as she growled at us.

"As a result," She growled, "I want a rematch."

"A rematch?" Dakota and I both looked at her.

"Yep," The blonde grinned, "And it'll be in three weeks."

"Sugar, you won all the pageants after we left," Dakota sighed, "Couldn't you just forget about before?"

"No," She then turned to leave, "A rematch is the only way to prove who's best."

She then walked off being replaced with Lightning. Great. Can this day get any worse?

"Hey Tay, you too Dakota," He took a set between us.

"Hey Lightning," Dakota smiled.

"Hey," I smiled slightly, before seizing the chance to tease him, "I never thought you were the type to be at a mall."

"I had to grab some stuff for a buddy," He shrugged.

"You mean Tyler?" I looked at him knowingly.

"Yeah," He rolled his eyes, "You know he wanted me to pick up some fancy french perfume."

Dakota and I laughed at his expression.

"You think that might be for his girlfriend?" Dakota joked.

"Oh yeah, I forgot he had one," Lightning grinned, "I'm surprised he managed to score someone like Lindsay, but then again he was my understudy."

"Sure, cause you're so irresistible," I elbowed him.

We continued to joke while Dakota watched, grinning. I swear everyone was onto me with this whole crush column thing. Why couldn't they just leave me alone?

"Well, I'd better go give Tyler his stuff," Lightning sighed, "See ya around."

I waved goodbye and so did Dakota. Once he was out of sight and earshot, she immediately turned on me.

"Oh you are so crushing on him," She teased.

I just groaned as I went back to poking my salad. So far this day's been terrible...

Emma's P.O.V

I sighed as I let my phone ring. It was Noah - again. He's been calling me nonstop since the whole ice-cream incident and it's beginning to bug me.

It's not like I don't like Noah, it's just I need some space. When I walked into the parlor to seem him eavesdropping on other's business, it made me think. I mean if you knew someone to be something else and then find out that they're doing something that crosses the line completely, wouldn't it make you think?

Since I've met Noah I didn't know he had this side to him. I mean I've heard his snarky remarks and more or less condescending attitude, but I never thought he'd use gossip against people. I partially blame Sierra for this, she was the one who caused Noah to get roped into the whole 'gossip game'. But it wouldn't be fair to blame her... Noah had a choice and he made it.

"Emma please pick up," I buried my face in my pillow as I heard his voice, "Just let me explain."

I groaned as I heard the same words again: 'Let me explain...'

What exactly does he need to explain that he couldn't tell me before? I mean he was out in the rain at one point begging me, from my doorstep, to listen to him. If I was another other girl, I probably would've forgiven him saying that it romantic that he did that and all the jazz, but I'm not. I want an actual explanation and proof that he was eavesdropping for a good reason. Otherwise I didn't want to hear it.

"You still ghosting Noah?" Kitty raised a brow as she stood in my doorway.

"What do you think," I say as I get up, "What brings you here anyway?"

"Just wanted to cheer my sister up," She beamed, "I know you ignoring Noah's hard so I brought some treats!"

"Thanks, Kitty," I smiled softly.

"No problem," She grinned, "I also planned for us to go out today. You're gonna love it!"

Classic Kitty. She's always coming up with a way to cheer me up.

"I'm sure I will," I laugh as she begins to tell me about her plans for today. Knowing her she has something fun planned.

Owen's P.O.V

"Come on, buddy it can't be that bad," I chuckled as I watched Noah sigh and scoop more ice-cream into his mouth.

He's been like this past week and it's beginning to be a real downer. I mean I'm not used to this version of Noah. he's usually the one telling me off about eating things from the floor or making funny remarks about everyone. Now he's just moping about, eating ice-cream.

"She's literally ignoring me on purpose," Noah gave me a look, "How much worse can it get?"

That was true. If she's ignoring him then that's the worst possible thing in the world. But then again, Izzy's done worse.

"At least she knows you exist," I offered as I ate a cookie, "When Izzy and I had a rough patch she used to say 'Owen who?'"

"I remember that," Noah laughed slightly, "You came over to my house and ate all my Nana's cookies. I was only able to get them once a month too when we visited the retirement home."

"Yep," I smiled at the memory, "Still Noah, you should keep calling her. Emma will have to pick up eventually."

"But eventually could be years," He sighed as he scooped more ice-cream, "I can't keep calling her for years!"

"For love, it's worth it," I say.

I had to convince Noah to get off his butt and talk to Emma. It'll be better for his and my mental state. I mean he's eating all the ice-cream! My one desert in this place is now his comfort food. I can't have that, it already costs a lot with just me eating it.

"I guess you're right," Noah grimaced as he got his phone, "But if she ghosts me again, I'm taking it out on you."

"Fair enough," I shrugged before continuing to eat my cookies.

Amy's P.O.V

I was in my room, getting the last part of my assignment done, when I saw a notification on my phone. Setting my pen down, I swiped it to see that it was time for my daily chat/vent with Trent. Smiling I answer the call and continue my assignment, eating a croissant.

"Another guilty snack?" Trent teased and I playfully glared at him.

"Very funny," I roll my eyes, "I'm actually working on an assignment."

"This late?" He raised a brow.

"Yep," I sighed, "My visit with Scarlett lasted longer than usual. We're making pretty good progress on the MPD cure."

"Sounds great," Trent smiled, "I'm sure you guys will be able to figure it out."

"I hope so," I grinned back, "Everything's been so quiet lately and it's gotten me on edge. I'm just hoping once the MPD issue's gone, I can finally move on from everything. Forget about the mess that I caused in the past, even if my mind's telling me that I'm already over it."

"Sounds like you've got a lot to vent," He laughed.

"Well, a lot's happened," I shrugged, "So, how's the tour? Are you guys cool or are you still gonna break up?"

Trent just sighed. It made me frown. Clearly something was going on behind the scenes on the Drama Bros tour. I mean they were fine around a month ago, but recently tensions have been sky high. I think Sierra's not too happy with me right now cause I talk to Trent and Cody and him are having an issue. It's probably over something stupid too, but Sierra's been acting like a feral animal around me. I'm just hoping it gets better.

"I'm guessing things haven't gotten better," I look at him.

"Nope," His brows furrowed, "Recently, Chris has been detached from reality. He's too busy thinking about what Topher thinks that he's been ignoring the band, so none of our problems have been resolved. Justin's still mad at Harold, Harold is still mad at Cody, Cody's mad at me and I'm mad at Justin."

"So no-one can be in the same room?" I raised a brow.

"Nope," Trent sighed as he ran a hand through his hair, "And Topher's just been acting like a douche. I'm pretty sure he's planning on ruining this whole tour."

"It wouldn't be strange for him not to," I nodded, "He did spy on everyone before he became Chris' intern."

"I bet even that's just a way for him to take over," Trent sighed, "Everything's just a mess right now."

I really felt for him. Trent was just trying to share his passion for music with the world, but instead he had to deal with this. A tense band, a self-absorbed manager and more or less everything in between. It really made me think about what other celebrities went through. I doubt it would be anything like this though, they'd probably have professional staff and crews.

I looked at my planner to see an empty page for the next week. The only thing I had planned was my weekly visit to Scarlett, other than that I was free. It was then I came up with an idea.

"Well, if it helps I could give you guys a group therapy session," I smiled slightly, "I may not be a professional, but I've had experience with things like this."

Trent seemed to think about it for a while, his emerald green eyes focusing on something off camera. I bit the inside of my cheek as I waited to see what he thought.

"Sure," He chuckled, "I think it may make things a little better."

"Me too," I smiled softly, "Plus you guys could deal with a break. You've been performing nonstop."

"Meh," He shrugged, "It's part of the life."

"I guess it is," I agreed, "But don't forget about me when you're rich and famous."

"I won't," He chuckled.

"Promise?" I raised a brow.

"Promise," He nodded.

Tyler's P.O.V

"You did really good today," Jasmine nodded.

"I'm surprised you managed to improve," Scott sneered.

I just sighed as I heard his usual remark. Both classes had just finished our 'tournament' for the sport we were doing. Chef, Jerry and Pete decided to have joint lessons this week and it had been fun. There were new faces, new teams and definitely new opponents. It had been an enjoyable lesson and now that I'd improved it had made a significant difference. My team had won and it had been tough to claim our place at the top. They were now congratulating me on improving. Many of them were talking about how I'd actually manned up. I had to admit these past few weeks I'd been losing my klutzy self and was becoming an actual sportsman. I'd even managed to catch the ball more or less every time now.

"It was just luck," Jo scoffed.

"No way! He killed it out on the field," Lightning glared at her.

"Sure and that's how he magically improved," Stephanie rolled her eyes, "He's clearly cheating. I bet he's taking steroids."

"Why would Tyler take steroids?" Taylor raised a brow.

"Because he's shit at sports," Scott answered.

"And you aren't Scott?" Taylor sent him a death look and he seemed to shrink back. The action reminded me of a puppy hiding away from an older and more aggressive dog. "Exactly as I thought. And Steph, stop being bitter your team lost - deal with it. If not go take your aerobicized ass away from here, we don't need your negative vibes."

A few people nodded with Taylor as Stephanie growled before nodding.

"Ok, I do need to work on my arrogance," Stephanie smiled sheepishly, "Sorry everyone."

There were a few replies before Chef blew his whistle. The sound was loud and screeching, hurting my ears as it drew out.

"Ok, maggots," Chef grinned, "Since you all thought it was time for a chit chat, ten laps around the field."

There was a wave of groans, me included, as we all heard his instructions.

"You know what?" Chef looked at us all, "Make it twenty and around the campus. Go! Go! Go!"

We all ran, frightened of what Chef would do if we didn't do as he said. I was in such a hurry, that I nearly didn't hear Pete shout another instruction.

"We'll be watching for any cheaters, so no cutting through the college!"

Once again there was a loud groan before just the sound of feet.

I sighed as I continued down the path, making sure to stay where everyone else was. Hopefully Chef didn't actually mean twenty laps, but knowing him if I ask he'll give us thirty.

"Hurry up Tyler!" Taylor gestured to me, "You wanna finish this before sunset right?"

"Yep," I nodded as I caught up to her.

Better get to running or I'll be here all night.

Leshawna's P.O.V

"Ms Sloane?" I sighed as I heard a doctor call my name.

I'd been waiting in the hall for a while, fidgeting with my thumbs as I tried to take my mind off why I was here. A scan. It will change everything. Having a scan would mean that I'd have to accept what I have inside me - that I'm actually pregnant. There'd be nothing going against it and there'd be evidence towards the fact I was pregnant. It would mean I couldn't be in denial anymore.

"Leshawna," I turn to see Bridgette behind me. She had her hand on my shoulder. "I know the first scan is hard. It means coming to terms with everything...but it also makes everything easier."

I could only have one person accompany me and since Bridgette had gone through this before she came. Gwen did want to come but she understood, plus she had some stuff to get done anyway. I'm actually glad to have my two white girls by my side. They're the most reliable people I have and they've never abandoned me. Maybe it's just the hormones or something, but I'm thankful for that.

"I hope it does, Bridge," I say as we walk into the hospital room.

"It will be," She smiles.

We the get settled in the room and the doctor walks in. They carry a clipboard and are followed by a nurse dressed in scrubs. Both wear smiles and greet us cheerily.

"So this is your first scan?" The nurse raised a brow as she prepped the equipment.

"Yeah," I say.

"Aww, well the first is always the game changer," She beamed, "Many tear up from it."

"I did," Bridgette nodded, "Just seeing them on the screen was heartwarming."

"Yep," The nurse nodded, glancing at the doctor as they wrote something down.

I just sighed as I looked at my hands, fiddling with my thumbs as I concentrated on something other than babies. I've still gotta tell Harold about this. The poor fool will be so upset when he finds out that I'm not interested in him. It's about time though. I'm kinda tired of him obsessing over me.

"Ok, we'll start the scan now," The doctor spoke as they put on some gloves, "This may feel a little uncomfortable."

I shivered as I felt the gel on my stomach, before gasping as I looked at the screen. Bridgette seemed to gasp too as she looked in the same direction, however I couldn't be certain. I was too busy looking at the image. It was too early to see the form of a human, but it looked similar enough. The fingers and toes were just little nubs and the rest of it was pretty unrecognizable. But they were there. My little baby was there on the screen, growing and changing every day.

"You're around two months in and everything seems to be a-ok," The doctor beamed and the nurse smiled at me, "I'll prescribe you some prenatals and book your next appointment."

"Thank you," I say as the nurse began to clear up and the doctor wrote some stuff down. Bridgette just smiled at me warmly, obviously pleased by my reaction.

The doctor then told me everything I needed to know, before letting us leave the room. As soon as we left Bridgette began to laugh.

"What?" I say, clearly annoyed.

"That's the most emotion you've ever shown anyone," She grinned, "I have a feeling this baby's gonna change you for the better."

"Sure," I laugh, "I've still gotta call Harold about this."

"He still doesn't know?" She raised a brow as I shook my head, "You know you have to tell him eventually, Shawnie. He cares a lot about you and even though you guys don't date, he'll be heartbroken."

"Well, that's how the cookie crumbles," I shrug, "Plus I gotta call him sometime this week. I've just been busy."

"Well, you gotta tell him soon," Bridgette sighed, "It'd be a shame if you lost a friendship over this."

"I know," I sighed, "I'll work on it."

She just nodded as we exited the building, heading towards the pharmacy to pick up my prenatals.

Topher's P.O.V

"Hey Chris," I greeted my 'boss' as I held up my call with the school board.

So far I was halfway to negotiating a deal with them on being principal. They were saying about if I could complete a year at their college, then I could replace Chris. They also mentioned that he was doing a terrible job at being a principal and that they were looking to fire him if my year didn't graduate with good grades. Apparently he'd been failing the school from the beginning.

"Hey Topher," I shielded my eyes as he gave me his bedazzling smile. That smile was actually like a light bulb, I'm pretty sure he could make someone blind.

"There's been a lot of rumors today," I continue as I casually slip through my papers, "Something about your hair would look better with hairspray."

"Like Anne-Maria?" Chris raised a brow, "That's complete bull."

"Nope, really," I say as I get out a pencil to 'write' something down, "Apparently your hair's too limp and greasy."

"Greasy?!" Chris' hands immediately flew up to his head, "Never mind, I'll get the hairspray pronto! I'm sure Justin has some."

He then walked off and I immediately went back to talking to the board.

"Anyway, as I was saying I'd be a perfect replacement for Chris," I peek about to make sure he's not around, "I'm dedicated to making the school a better place."

"How do we know for certain?" The oddly familiar voice of the director spoke, "You are one of Chris' students."

"I want to make my old high school a place where everyone wants to go," I bargain, "A place that isn't known for its uploaded fights and never ending drama. Plus I won't blow the budget on the things Chris did."

Ok the last bit was a lie, but I wanted to seal the deal. If I told them I'd do the same as Chris, then I could kiss the job goodbye.

"I see," I bit my lip as they drew out the word, "Well you can consider the job yours. Just make sure to tell Chris pronto."

"Yes! I mean, of course I will," I then ended the call.

The job was mine! Chris was no longer the principle nor head of the college or high school. Instead that job was mine and mine alone. Maybe I'll even get to have special perks. All I have to do is tell Chris...easy right?

Taking shaky steps, I head towards the Drama Bros' changing room. Chris was probably there looking for Justin's hairspray, I mean I did tell him he needed it.

My heart racing in my chest, I stood outside the door. It was black and had a yellow gilded star on it. Below it in white lettering was 'Drama Bros' changing room', making it blatantly obvious what it was. The easy part was over: the hard part will be telling Chris. I doubt he'll take this easily.

Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door. A quiet 'come in,' makes me open the door to see the whole crew in there. That was surprising. I thought it was only Chris and the band.

"Take a seat Topher," Chris gestured to an empty seat.

I took it, looking at everyone as I did so. I didn't expect this. Something had to be planned. Did they all know about Chris' termination?

"I think we all know why you're here," Chris looked at me, a gleam in his eyes, "Right Topher?"

"Yeah," I chuckled slightly. The air was suffocating, making it hard for me to get out my words. Red flags and alarms went off all over my head, but I stayed put in my seat. I had to or everyone will see me as a coward.

"Then why are you here Topher?" Chris asked, his tone filled with smugness. Everyone seemed to watch me as he said this too, their eyes piercing into my inner thoughts.

"Well..." I began before taking a deep breath, "You've been fired."

"I've been fired?" Chris seemed to be mocking me with that question, but his tone said otherwise.

"Yes," I nodded, "In fact you've been replaced."

"By who may I ask?" Chris raised a brow and everyone in the room watched. They seemed to be trying to hold in laughter, or even just talking. They were like an audience on one of those TV shows; silent until they were needed to laugh or react.

"By me," I say confidently, "The school board are tired of you and say they chose me to succeed you."

Chris let out a long laugh and a few people joined him until he stopped, a deathly glare settling on his face as he looked at me. I recognised that glare. It was the same glare he gave Don when he first started at our school. He'd harassed the school board for ages after that.

"I believe you are mistaken Topher, the school board hasn't fired me," He had a grin on his face.

"They have," I insisted, "I called them."

"You mean me?" Chris smirked as he played a recording of our conversation. My face paled. Everything was over. My career, my life, my studies; everything!

"You have a few hours to pack up and leave," Chris spoke as he got up, "And everyone here is a witness to what I just said."

And like that he left the room, excluding me from his college and internship. Way to go Topher...