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A few days later, Kat was once again on her way to Mr. Moore's English class. She was practically running, since she figured she was going to be late.
About ten yards away from the classroom door and twenty from Kat, Andrew Becker was running in the opposite direction. If he were late again, he would have to suffer through detention - again. Lucky for him, the mad look on his face and his reputation preceded him and the entire student body backed out of his way.
The two collided in front of the classroom door. Books and papers flew all over the place. Kat clinched her teeth as she got on her hands and knees to reclaim her stuff. "If this makes me late," She threatened to Andrew, "I will hunt you down."
Andrew smiled skeptically. "Little miss perfect doesn't want to tarnish her record?" Everyone at this school was the same: Fake Kiss-ups. Her threat didn't phase him. Suddenly, the bell began to sound. Kat's eyes widened and she rushed to reach for everything, disregarding whos papers they were. Thinking quickly, Andrew grabbed her wrist and shoved his and her hands under the classroom door as the bell ended. Kat stared at him. "Are you crazy?"
Mr. Moore opened the door, rather amused at the sight of two students on their hands and knees, with one hand outstretched. "Kat, Andrew," He acknowledged. He shook his head. "Andrew, does this even bother you anymore? Oh well, detention again!" Mr. Moore grinned evilly. He loved punishing people.
Andrew smiled, too. He and Kat stood up. "Nope. The rule reads 'you must be in the classroom before the bell rings.' Technically, our fingers were." He smiled even wider a perfect toothy melt-your-heart grin and sauntered into the classroom.
"Get in your seats and shut up, smart-alecs." Mr. Moore demanded.
Andrew and Kat's assigned seats were next to each other in the front row. As he slid into his seat, Andrew noticed that Kat was still scowling. "Hey, I just saved you. I don't need this." He referred to Kat's look.
"I wouldn't need your saving if you hadn't run into me." She snapped back.
Andrew threw his hands up in frustration as Mr. Moore slammed a meter stick/pointer on Andrew's desk. Mr. Moore did this often to the people in the front row; more to delight in seeing them jump with fright than to get the class' attention. "Can anyone tell me what they thought of 'Dulce Et Decorum Est'? "
Miranda, a Hispanic girl who sat behind Kat, raised her hand. "It was wonderful. Wilfred Owen writes so beautifully."
Kat turned around, ready to express her opinion. "That poem?! Beautiful?" She asked in disbelief. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the front of the classroom, slouching back to her normal position. "Owen was morbid necrophobic who wrote about a guy who watched his friend die and didn't even bother to help him."
Ella, two rows back, piped up. "This from a girl who can't even defend her sister?"
Kat, without acknowledging the comment yet fighting back, said "But I guess the county thinks since Owen is popular and can't fight back, that he's worth out time."
Although the one thing Mr. Moore liked more than punishing his students was to see them cat fight among themselves, he realized that he didn't want to assume the role of Jerry Springer. He was evil, but cultured. "Kat, since you seem to dislike Wilfred Owen so, maybe a different writer will spark that evil little brain of yours to start spinning." His eyes bulged for a second, and then he addressed the class. "Turn to page 327 in your Lit. books."
When they had done so, he read aloud. "Excerpt this is Mr. Shakespeare's 141st sonnet. Since SOME people," Even being in the class a few days, Mr. Moore noticed how Kat disagreed with everything he said. Many times he thought this was a good thing, a sign of being evil, but most times he thought it was horrible, and that he needed to beat her with the "root of all evil" that he kept on his desk. Too bad child abuse laws refrained him from doing so. "dislike conventional style, I have an assignment, You have until the day before the finals, that's a little less than a month, to write an updated, modern version of this sonnet." When one boy in the back raised his hand, Mr. Moore glared. "I don't care what you think sir. Your opinion doesn't count. Only mine." He smiled evilly. Then he looked Down at Kat. 'And it had better be good." With the words "better be good", he rapped his meter stick on Kat's desk.
Not paying attention in the least bit, Ella sat staring between the heads of Kat and Andrew. She brushed her silky ebony hair back with her fingers as she thought of what to do. Obviously, her father's punishment wasn't going to do anything because Kat was not.like Ella. She thought of what would make the two sisters go at each other. Bianca seemed normal. Petty, but normal. Ella was sure before the end of the year was out, Bianca would want a date. Especially for the prom. And Bianca would be horribly angry with Kat if Kat made it so that Bianca couldn't go. But that would only happen if Kat had a date.
While she was thinking, Ella's vision went out of focus. She blinked a few times and once again looked at the space between her stepsister and Andrew. If Kat had a date. she thought again. With a smile she flicked her hair back behind her shoulder. Her father's punishment would work out quite nicely after all.
* * *
At lunch that day, Ella skipped her usual tofu-and-kelp that her manager suggested and went straight to the ladies bathroom. She looked in the mirror, pinched both her cheeks, put Vaseline (always ready in her purse) on her teeth, and extra gel in her hair. She laughed as she experimented opening her eyes really wide to look innocent. After about ten minutes of prepping, Ella decided she was ready to face a crucial "business partner" on her plan to make the Stratford Sisters miserable.
Andrew Becker.
After being a bit ticked about not being able to find the boy, Ella finally stumbled upon him on some bleachers near the football field. "Hey Andy." She sweetly called when she was about two yards away. On went her fake smile and wide went her eyes.
To her annoyance, he looked away, as if not hearing her. A friend of his smirked nearby. Ella rolled her eyes in disgust to be near a . human.so repulsive. She turned her attention away and continued. "Andy, I know you can hear me. But since I know how much you despise me, I'm not going to talk about me,"
"There's a first," He mumbled
"Ok, well, I am, just for a second. See, I want to go out with this boy and I can't because-"
He turned back to her, fire in his eyes. "Very touching, sweetheart. Not my problem. And I don't want to be party to help you trash someone else's life."
Ella brushed it off. "You might be surprised at what I want. I want you to go out with Kat Stratford."
He eyed her uncertainly. "Her?" He pointed out on the field, where Kat had just started a fight with another girl. Andrew knew very well who she was; he just couldn't believe Ella. "Yeah, sure. I'm right on it." There was an imperceptiable pause. "Not even for money."
Ella smiled. "You sure about that?" She opened her purse and showed Andrew a fat wad of bills.
Andrew laughed. It had to be a joke. But Ella wasn't joking. He looked at her, confused. "You're gonna pay me to take out that chick?" Ella, cool and confident, leaned next to Andrew so he had a full view of the cash. And, if he looked right, something else. With that, Andrew was tired of this. "As seductive as you intended that to be, I'm not taking the bait."
"Not this time."
"Get out of here, now." He growled.
"Thirty bucks a date."
"Sixty." Andrew clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. He couldn't believe he just said that.
Ella smiled. "Fifty."
"Deal." And so Andrew became the Devil's Advocate once again.
* * * As lunch ended, Andrew walked up behind Kat. "Pussy-Kat, Pussy-Kat, how have you been?" He recited the old nursery rhyme, enjoying the pun he made.
Kat, on the other hand, could only react with pure, unadulterated anger to the memories of Joey Donner and that pet name. "Don't you EVER call me that again." She nearly yelled. People actually turned around. Then they turned and whispered to each other, rushing out of the way.
"There's a way to get a guy to like you. They say hello, you bite their heads off." Andrew sarcastically commented.
"Works great so far." Kat responded pertly
Remembering a flyer passed to him in the halls, Andrew pushed on. 'Big party Friday, I'll take you there." It was more a statement than an offer. She started to slid through the crowd. Andrew kept up with her by mowing them down.
Kat laughed to herself. "Right," She said, bemused, "Friday." Attention on him was gone and she was already on her way to her next class.
* * * When school let out, Andrew was by Kat's side. "So when should I pick you up?" He knew she wasn't going, but he was only in it half-heartedly.
Kat rolled her eyes as he followed her out to her car. "You think just because you 'saved me' from a tardy slip that I need to repay you?"
Andrew sat on the hood of her car and smiled his trademark smile. "Eight- thirty sounds great to me, too."
Kat got in her car and began to drive away, not caring that he fell off.
* * * Later that evening, The Stratfords and the Leighs were siting in their living room. Ella, Sharon, and Kat were engrossed in three different novels. Brad was reading the sports section of the week before, and Bianca was on a recliner watching MTV. It was an almost peaceful moment, until the phone rang.
Kat was the first to get up. "I'll get it." She walked into the kitchen and answered the whining cordless phone. After a brief second, Ella heard Kat demand, "Where did you get my number?" Ella slowly put the book higher up, covering her delighted smile. Another second later, she heard Kat ask, "You never give up, do you?" Then she slammed the phone back down in its hook.
"Who was it?" Brad tiredly asked when Kat walked back into the living room.
"Wrong number." Kat blatantly lied.
* * * The next day after school, Joey sat alone at a table in the media center. It was bad enough that she was late. But worse still, Joey observed, was that the Library Ladies were watching him sympathetically. Every so often he could make out an "Oh, poor boy." The teachers at Carter could be so annoying! Joey mentally defended himself. It's not like I mean to make a show of myself. Then he looked down and studied the "rings" from the "tree" that made the top of the library table. He knew it was plastic.
But like a little boy, who's told not to do something, Joey couldn't fight the mental game. Once again, He looked up at the huge clock. And once again, the sympathetic noises could be heard. She was only five minutes late. Joey reminded himself.
To his relief, Bianca suddenly rushed through the media center doors. She flew across the library to where Joey was now sitting up straight, and had unwittingly put his foolish-happy grin on. To his horror, when Bianca sat down, Joey heard a faint clapping that seemed to get louder. They turned to the check out desk, and the clapping stopped. The guilty library ladies had sparked a conversation, were fixing coffee, checking late books, and not looking anywhere near the pair.all at the same time.
"Why were they clapping?" Bianca asked.
"I thought we'd start with pronunciation." Joey avoided the question and opened his French book.
Bianca giggled; Joey blessed the giggle. "Not the hacking and gagging part, please!" She smiled at him; Joey blessed the smile.
Joey began to imitate a "hacking and gagging" Frenchman, just to hear the laugh. When he did, he looked around nervously. "Um, well, we don't HAVE to work on pronunciation. We could study their cuisine.Friday night.at Le Petit Bistro." He smiled hopefully and looked shyly at Bianca.
She smiled, unsure. "You're asking me out?" She half-laughed.
Joey could only nod and want to go back in time.
She put her hand on his and asked, "what's your name?"
Joey pulled his hand away and brushed back a bit of his brown hair that had fallen in his face. "Joey. Never mind."
Bianca's eyes lit up at the sound of his name. "Joey?" She had a flash image of a Joey she had an extreme crush on back at Padua High. Then she looked back at the Joey in front of her. "What's your last name?"
"Lovitt."
"Oh." She looked around for a second. "Well, Joey Lovitt, I can't go out with you. See, my step-dad's got this rule where if my sister dates, I can't. And she's got this stalker that is gonna go out with her."
Joey was thoroughly confused. He looked down at the carpet. "I could tell the guy to get a life."
"Would you really do that for me?"
Joey nodded vigorously. Bianca smiled. Then Joey asked. "Um, so what's his name?"
Bianca thought for a second. "Last night I heard her screaming about Andrew Booker. So I think it's him."
Joey blanched. "Andrew Becker?" He asked weekly.
"That's it!"
He nodded and said, "See you later."
When he gathered up his stuff and left, A sheet of paper dropped out of his binder. Bianca picked it up and read it:
Dear Joseph: I've seen you in the hallways and am mesmerized. The way you walk and the way you smile. You are perfect in every way! I will not whole until you are in my life. Love always, Ella
Bianca smiled and laughed to herself. Ella likes Joey? She thought. Well, I just have to take the one thing that she likes away from her.
So Bianca decided that she would get Joey to like her.
* * * Joey crossed his fingers quickly and prayed they would still be there if he argued with Andrew. Before Joey reached Andrew though, David spotted him and ran to catch up with him. "Joey, what are you doing? Are you out of you're mind?"
"I'm going to talk to Becker." Joey began to march to the spot where Andrew hung out.
"The last person who "talked to" Becker left without his teeth." David informed, showing his own teeth.
"I have to get Bianca." He continued to march.
"Me Amigo, you have lost it." David raised his hands in surrender.
Joey approached Andrew.
* * * Five minutes later, Joey was up against a wall, two feet off the ground. Andrew was holding him up by his collar. "So tell me again why you are stupid enough to get in this situation?" He was beginning to be intrested in the guy with either enough guts or not enough brains to mess with him. He put him down.
"I want to go out with Bianca Stratford. But I can't because you are going out with her sister-"
Andrew finished "-because of her father's rule. Right. Look, I want Kat, and I want Ella Leigh to be unhappy. I don't care about the rest."
Joey wasn't getting far. Suddenly, he remembered something. "Ella wants me. Ella really, really likes me. If I go out with Bianca, Ella will be unhappy."
Andrew smiled at the thought of Ella not getting her way. But he realized, "Then I don't get Kat." Then he thought for a second. "I'll sneak your girl out of the house. Trust me, I have broken out of worse."
It didn't need to be said. Joey and David belived him.
"Ok, Lovitt. You go what you wanted, and I got most of what I want. One last thing: Kat."
David spoke up. "We'll help you."
Andrew smiled. "You'll help me tame the wild beast?"
"We will supply much information." David promiced.
Andrew smiled. "You've got a deal." As he began to walk away, he stopped. "How did you two know I was here?" He guestured to the side of the school.
"We followed you." Joey answered.
Andrew blinked and shrugged his shoulders, not sure he liked that idea. "Oh."
* * *
Disclaimer: I own.um.nothing. Whatever.
A few days later, Kat was once again on her way to Mr. Moore's English class. She was practically running, since she figured she was going to be late.
About ten yards away from the classroom door and twenty from Kat, Andrew Becker was running in the opposite direction. If he were late again, he would have to suffer through detention - again. Lucky for him, the mad look on his face and his reputation preceded him and the entire student body backed out of his way.
The two collided in front of the classroom door. Books and papers flew all over the place. Kat clinched her teeth as she got on her hands and knees to reclaim her stuff. "If this makes me late," She threatened to Andrew, "I will hunt you down."
Andrew smiled skeptically. "Little miss perfect doesn't want to tarnish her record?" Everyone at this school was the same: Fake Kiss-ups. Her threat didn't phase him. Suddenly, the bell began to sound. Kat's eyes widened and she rushed to reach for everything, disregarding whos papers they were. Thinking quickly, Andrew grabbed her wrist and shoved his and her hands under the classroom door as the bell ended. Kat stared at him. "Are you crazy?"
Mr. Moore opened the door, rather amused at the sight of two students on their hands and knees, with one hand outstretched. "Kat, Andrew," He acknowledged. He shook his head. "Andrew, does this even bother you anymore? Oh well, detention again!" Mr. Moore grinned evilly. He loved punishing people.
Andrew smiled, too. He and Kat stood up. "Nope. The rule reads 'you must be in the classroom before the bell rings.' Technically, our fingers were." He smiled even wider a perfect toothy melt-your-heart grin and sauntered into the classroom.
"Get in your seats and shut up, smart-alecs." Mr. Moore demanded.
Andrew and Kat's assigned seats were next to each other in the front row. As he slid into his seat, Andrew noticed that Kat was still scowling. "Hey, I just saved you. I don't need this." He referred to Kat's look.
"I wouldn't need your saving if you hadn't run into me." She snapped back.
Andrew threw his hands up in frustration as Mr. Moore slammed a meter stick/pointer on Andrew's desk. Mr. Moore did this often to the people in the front row; more to delight in seeing them jump with fright than to get the class' attention. "Can anyone tell me what they thought of 'Dulce Et Decorum Est'? "
Miranda, a Hispanic girl who sat behind Kat, raised her hand. "It was wonderful. Wilfred Owen writes so beautifully."
Kat turned around, ready to express her opinion. "That poem?! Beautiful?" She asked in disbelief. She rolled her eyes and turned back to the front of the classroom, slouching back to her normal position. "Owen was morbid necrophobic who wrote about a guy who watched his friend die and didn't even bother to help him."
Ella, two rows back, piped up. "This from a girl who can't even defend her sister?"
Kat, without acknowledging the comment yet fighting back, said "But I guess the county thinks since Owen is popular and can't fight back, that he's worth out time."
Although the one thing Mr. Moore liked more than punishing his students was to see them cat fight among themselves, he realized that he didn't want to assume the role of Jerry Springer. He was evil, but cultured. "Kat, since you seem to dislike Wilfred Owen so, maybe a different writer will spark that evil little brain of yours to start spinning." His eyes bulged for a second, and then he addressed the class. "Turn to page 327 in your Lit. books."
When they had done so, he read aloud. "Excerpt this is Mr. Shakespeare's 141st sonnet. Since SOME people," Even being in the class a few days, Mr. Moore noticed how Kat disagreed with everything he said. Many times he thought this was a good thing, a sign of being evil, but most times he thought it was horrible, and that he needed to beat her with the "root of all evil" that he kept on his desk. Too bad child abuse laws refrained him from doing so. "dislike conventional style, I have an assignment, You have until the day before the finals, that's a little less than a month, to write an updated, modern version of this sonnet." When one boy in the back raised his hand, Mr. Moore glared. "I don't care what you think sir. Your opinion doesn't count. Only mine." He smiled evilly. Then he looked Down at Kat. 'And it had better be good." With the words "better be good", he rapped his meter stick on Kat's desk.
Not paying attention in the least bit, Ella sat staring between the heads of Kat and Andrew. She brushed her silky ebony hair back with her fingers as she thought of what to do. Obviously, her father's punishment wasn't going to do anything because Kat was not.like Ella. She thought of what would make the two sisters go at each other. Bianca seemed normal. Petty, but normal. Ella was sure before the end of the year was out, Bianca would want a date. Especially for the prom. And Bianca would be horribly angry with Kat if Kat made it so that Bianca couldn't go. But that would only happen if Kat had a date.
While she was thinking, Ella's vision went out of focus. She blinked a few times and once again looked at the space between her stepsister and Andrew. If Kat had a date. she thought again. With a smile she flicked her hair back behind her shoulder. Her father's punishment would work out quite nicely after all.
* * *
At lunch that day, Ella skipped her usual tofu-and-kelp that her manager suggested and went straight to the ladies bathroom. She looked in the mirror, pinched both her cheeks, put Vaseline (always ready in her purse) on her teeth, and extra gel in her hair. She laughed as she experimented opening her eyes really wide to look innocent. After about ten minutes of prepping, Ella decided she was ready to face a crucial "business partner" on her plan to make the Stratford Sisters miserable.
Andrew Becker.
After being a bit ticked about not being able to find the boy, Ella finally stumbled upon him on some bleachers near the football field. "Hey Andy." She sweetly called when she was about two yards away. On went her fake smile and wide went her eyes.
To her annoyance, he looked away, as if not hearing her. A friend of his smirked nearby. Ella rolled her eyes in disgust to be near a . human.so repulsive. She turned her attention away and continued. "Andy, I know you can hear me. But since I know how much you despise me, I'm not going to talk about me,"
"There's a first," He mumbled
"Ok, well, I am, just for a second. See, I want to go out with this boy and I can't because-"
He turned back to her, fire in his eyes. "Very touching, sweetheart. Not my problem. And I don't want to be party to help you trash someone else's life."
Ella brushed it off. "You might be surprised at what I want. I want you to go out with Kat Stratford."
He eyed her uncertainly. "Her?" He pointed out on the field, where Kat had just started a fight with another girl. Andrew knew very well who she was; he just couldn't believe Ella. "Yeah, sure. I'm right on it." There was an imperceptiable pause. "Not even for money."
Ella smiled. "You sure about that?" She opened her purse and showed Andrew a fat wad of bills.
Andrew laughed. It had to be a joke. But Ella wasn't joking. He looked at her, confused. "You're gonna pay me to take out that chick?" Ella, cool and confident, leaned next to Andrew so he had a full view of the cash. And, if he looked right, something else. With that, Andrew was tired of this. "As seductive as you intended that to be, I'm not taking the bait."
"Not this time."
"Get out of here, now." He growled.
"Thirty bucks a date."
"Sixty." Andrew clenched his teeth and closed his eyes. He couldn't believe he just said that.
Ella smiled. "Fifty."
"Deal." And so Andrew became the Devil's Advocate once again.
* * * As lunch ended, Andrew walked up behind Kat. "Pussy-Kat, Pussy-Kat, how have you been?" He recited the old nursery rhyme, enjoying the pun he made.
Kat, on the other hand, could only react with pure, unadulterated anger to the memories of Joey Donner and that pet name. "Don't you EVER call me that again." She nearly yelled. People actually turned around. Then they turned and whispered to each other, rushing out of the way.
"There's a way to get a guy to like you. They say hello, you bite their heads off." Andrew sarcastically commented.
"Works great so far." Kat responded pertly
Remembering a flyer passed to him in the halls, Andrew pushed on. 'Big party Friday, I'll take you there." It was more a statement than an offer. She started to slid through the crowd. Andrew kept up with her by mowing them down.
Kat laughed to herself. "Right," She said, bemused, "Friday." Attention on him was gone and she was already on her way to her next class.
* * * When school let out, Andrew was by Kat's side. "So when should I pick you up?" He knew she wasn't going, but he was only in it half-heartedly.
Kat rolled her eyes as he followed her out to her car. "You think just because you 'saved me' from a tardy slip that I need to repay you?"
Andrew sat on the hood of her car and smiled his trademark smile. "Eight- thirty sounds great to me, too."
Kat got in her car and began to drive away, not caring that he fell off.
* * * Later that evening, The Stratfords and the Leighs were siting in their living room. Ella, Sharon, and Kat were engrossed in three different novels. Brad was reading the sports section of the week before, and Bianca was on a recliner watching MTV. It was an almost peaceful moment, until the phone rang.
Kat was the first to get up. "I'll get it." She walked into the kitchen and answered the whining cordless phone. After a brief second, Ella heard Kat demand, "Where did you get my number?" Ella slowly put the book higher up, covering her delighted smile. Another second later, she heard Kat ask, "You never give up, do you?" Then she slammed the phone back down in its hook.
"Who was it?" Brad tiredly asked when Kat walked back into the living room.
"Wrong number." Kat blatantly lied.
* * * The next day after school, Joey sat alone at a table in the media center. It was bad enough that she was late. But worse still, Joey observed, was that the Library Ladies were watching him sympathetically. Every so often he could make out an "Oh, poor boy." The teachers at Carter could be so annoying! Joey mentally defended himself. It's not like I mean to make a show of myself. Then he looked down and studied the "rings" from the "tree" that made the top of the library table. He knew it was plastic.
But like a little boy, who's told not to do something, Joey couldn't fight the mental game. Once again, He looked up at the huge clock. And once again, the sympathetic noises could be heard. She was only five minutes late. Joey reminded himself.
To his relief, Bianca suddenly rushed through the media center doors. She flew across the library to where Joey was now sitting up straight, and had unwittingly put his foolish-happy grin on. To his horror, when Bianca sat down, Joey heard a faint clapping that seemed to get louder. They turned to the check out desk, and the clapping stopped. The guilty library ladies had sparked a conversation, were fixing coffee, checking late books, and not looking anywhere near the pair.all at the same time.
"Why were they clapping?" Bianca asked.
"I thought we'd start with pronunciation." Joey avoided the question and opened his French book.
Bianca giggled; Joey blessed the giggle. "Not the hacking and gagging part, please!" She smiled at him; Joey blessed the smile.
Joey began to imitate a "hacking and gagging" Frenchman, just to hear the laugh. When he did, he looked around nervously. "Um, well, we don't HAVE to work on pronunciation. We could study their cuisine.Friday night.at Le Petit Bistro." He smiled hopefully and looked shyly at Bianca.
She smiled, unsure. "You're asking me out?" She half-laughed.
Joey could only nod and want to go back in time.
She put her hand on his and asked, "what's your name?"
Joey pulled his hand away and brushed back a bit of his brown hair that had fallen in his face. "Joey. Never mind."
Bianca's eyes lit up at the sound of his name. "Joey?" She had a flash image of a Joey she had an extreme crush on back at Padua High. Then she looked back at the Joey in front of her. "What's your last name?"
"Lovitt."
"Oh." She looked around for a second. "Well, Joey Lovitt, I can't go out with you. See, my step-dad's got this rule where if my sister dates, I can't. And she's got this stalker that is gonna go out with her."
Joey was thoroughly confused. He looked down at the carpet. "I could tell the guy to get a life."
"Would you really do that for me?"
Joey nodded vigorously. Bianca smiled. Then Joey asked. "Um, so what's his name?"
Bianca thought for a second. "Last night I heard her screaming about Andrew Booker. So I think it's him."
Joey blanched. "Andrew Becker?" He asked weekly.
"That's it!"
He nodded and said, "See you later."
When he gathered up his stuff and left, A sheet of paper dropped out of his binder. Bianca picked it up and read it:
Dear Joseph: I've seen you in the hallways and am mesmerized. The way you walk and the way you smile. You are perfect in every way! I will not whole until you are in my life. Love always, Ella
Bianca smiled and laughed to herself. Ella likes Joey? She thought. Well, I just have to take the one thing that she likes away from her.
So Bianca decided that she would get Joey to like her.
* * * Joey crossed his fingers quickly and prayed they would still be there if he argued with Andrew. Before Joey reached Andrew though, David spotted him and ran to catch up with him. "Joey, what are you doing? Are you out of you're mind?"
"I'm going to talk to Becker." Joey began to march to the spot where Andrew hung out.
"The last person who "talked to" Becker left without his teeth." David informed, showing his own teeth.
"I have to get Bianca." He continued to march.
"Me Amigo, you have lost it." David raised his hands in surrender.
Joey approached Andrew.
* * * Five minutes later, Joey was up against a wall, two feet off the ground. Andrew was holding him up by his collar. "So tell me again why you are stupid enough to get in this situation?" He was beginning to be intrested in the guy with either enough guts or not enough brains to mess with him. He put him down.
"I want to go out with Bianca Stratford. But I can't because you are going out with her sister-"
Andrew finished "-because of her father's rule. Right. Look, I want Kat, and I want Ella Leigh to be unhappy. I don't care about the rest."
Joey wasn't getting far. Suddenly, he remembered something. "Ella wants me. Ella really, really likes me. If I go out with Bianca, Ella will be unhappy."
Andrew smiled at the thought of Ella not getting her way. But he realized, "Then I don't get Kat." Then he thought for a second. "I'll sneak your girl out of the house. Trust me, I have broken out of worse."
It didn't need to be said. Joey and David belived him.
"Ok, Lovitt. You go what you wanted, and I got most of what I want. One last thing: Kat."
David spoke up. "We'll help you."
Andrew smiled. "You'll help me tame the wild beast?"
"We will supply much information." David promiced.
Andrew smiled. "You've got a deal." As he began to walk away, he stopped. "How did you two know I was here?" He guestured to the side of the school.
"We followed you." Joey answered.
Andrew blinked and shrugged his shoulders, not sure he liked that idea. "Oh."
* * *