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Chapter 1

Friday had finally arrived, and all anyone could talk about, was Savannah Shane's stupid party. Even Kimi hipster Finster, who wouldn't shut up about her plan to boycott it. She simply didn't understand the point in going out of her way to associate with the same people she felt trapped with in school. She just wanted to spend her time with the people here at this table, she thought, surveying the cafeteria; tuning out Phil and Lil's obnoxious burping contest. Her self-proclaimed punk of a best friend, Z, had predictably been wooed by the idea of crashing a party, so the only hope she had left was her socially anxious step-brother, who was likely to be swayed by Tommy.

"Savannah invited me herself," Tommy bragged, igniting a flame of jealousy within Kimi. "I'm sure that invitation extends toward my friends," he said, though he sincerely doubted it.

Phil grabbed the invitation from Tommy's hand. "Is it 'plus one?'" Lil slurped up mashed potatoes with her straw, and spat them at Phil. "Ew!" He threw a handful of potato chips at her.

"There's six of us, Phil," Chuckie quipped in his nasally voice. "Ow!" He winced, feeling a pinch on the back of his neck. "What do you want, Megan?" He turned slightly to face his childhood bully, who'd recently moved back from San Francisco.

"Just wondering if you're going to Savannah's party." She paused for a response, but Chuckie was equally as silent. "You probably weren't invited, right?" She mocked sardonically, smirking with half-lidded eyes. Chuckie furrowed his eyebrows, feeling his face heat up, which itself was enough to perpetuate his deepening blush. "If you're brave enough to crash, I'll save a dance for you." She winked, as she sauntered away.

"Whaddaya say, Chuckie?" Tommy crossed his arms victoriously.

"Fine, I'll go..." Chuckie buried his red face in his arms, which were folded on the table.

"Ugh!" Kimi groaned at the loss of her last hope. Oh, well... She'd already decided that, even if she had to spend that Friday night alone, she wouldn't attend the party.

"C'mon, Kimi," Tommy said, "it won't be as much fun without you."

That was enough to change her mind in a heartbeat. "Fine..." She caved, stomping on Z's foot, when she caught him smirking knowingly at her.

"This will be a good opportunity to use my camera," Tommy thought aloud.

"What are you losers doing, tonight?" Angelica asked derisively, approaching Tommy and Chuckie, at the former's messy locker.

"Going to Savannah's party." Chuckie answered nonchalantly, as though the very thought didn't fill him with anxiety.

Angelica looked slightly taken aback. "You guys were invited?"

"Well, I was," Tommy specified.

"Yeah... I'm crashin'," Chuckie leaned against the nearby lockers, attempting to look cool. Angelica rolled her eyes.

"Were you invited?" Tommy asked sincerely.

"Of course!" She scoffed, and a nervous smile spread across her face. "See you there!" Tommy and Chuckie raised eyebrows at each other, as she angrily stomped away.

"What's wrong?" Susie asked, when Angelica dropped her books loudly onto her desk.

"Tommy was invited to Savannah's party," the blonde jealously grumbled, realizing her cousin was more popular than she'd ever be. Angelica would never escape the label of a wannabe.

"Who cares about Savannah's party? Let's have our own party, girl," Susie suggested. "At your house, since, you know... my parents are kind of strict." She hadn't been invited by Savannah, either, as Susie had been forever branded a goody-two-shoes.

Angelica sighed. "Should we invite Harold?"