DISCLAIMER: I don't and will never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever never ever own the characters in this f/f. Too bad, so sad, go cry until you overflow the Pacific Ocean and drown the poor people on the Golden Gate Bridge at the certain time. Ok?

Twitty's head jerked out of the kiss. He looked at Ren, who was standing there, gazing abhorrently at the two. "Sure you want to go with me! I was coming back to tell you yes, but you obviously also changed your mind!" By this time every single head had turned to look at the distraught senior. A silence fell over the crowd and Twitty stared at Ren. He had never seen her so infuriated. He tried to speak but no words came out of the mortified junior. The people in the hall went back to their activities of before, but whispers spread like wildfire throughout the corridor. Bobby Deaver conveniently rounded the corner as Ren passed Twitty. She planted a large kiss on his lips and allowed him to venture farther down her neck. It was one of those times when you could just hear Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar on Me".