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"Christian!" Stacy walked up to Christian followed by Gail, Torrie and Jackie. "We need to, like, talk to you...ALONE." she added, looking pointedly and Chris and Trish.

Chris winked at Christian. "All right, we're going." Chris and Trish walked down the hall, leaving Christian alone with the cheerleading squad.

"So, ladies. What can I do for you?" Christian grinned, raising his eyebrows.

"Cute, Christian. Like, real cute." Jackie rolled her eyes.

"Like, we know it was you who totally got one of our best football players kicked out of school, the dance and possibly kicked off the football team!" Torrie said, glaring into Christian's eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Christian said, his face full of genuine confusion.

"You know. You, like, totally vandalized our school's property and blamed it on Brock." Jackie hissed.

"You framed him!" Gail added accusingly.

"WHAT?! I didn't do anything!!" Christian exclaimed. "I really didn't!!!"

"Well, I totally know Brock didn't! He wouldn't do a thing like that!!" Torrie shot back.

"Yes he would!! Look at what he did to me!" Christian indicated his black eye.

"Well, that's 'cause you're an annoying little twit." Stacy said tauntingly.

"Yeah, Brock has more important things to do than, like, wreck a stupid sign!!" Torrie added.

"Like what? Run around on a football field getting all sweaty?" Christian rolled his eyes.

"That's it!" Stacy exclaimed as if she had made a great discovery. "You're just jealous and you wanted to make sure that Brock couldn't play football or anything, so you could, like, brag and gloat about ending his football career before it even got started!!!!"

"I am not jealous of Brock!" Christian replied.

"Yes you are!!" Torrie screamed. "Why else would you frame him like that?!"

"I DIDN'T DO IT!" Christian yelled.

"Yes you did!! Just admit it so we can get Brock unsuspended!!!!" Jackie screeched.

"And get myself in trouble for something I didn't even do!? NO WAY!" Christian shook his head. "Look, I'm not sure if it was Brock or not. All I know is that it wasn't me!"

"Hahaha. Christian, that's great. Arguing with cheerleaders." Matt smirked as he walked by Christian and the girls.

"Yeah, and they're winning the argument!" Shannon snickered.

Ignoring Matt and Shannon, Stacy walked up to Christian so she was looking him right in the eyes. "I know it was you. You, like, got Brock in so much trouble for your idiotic actions. He's gonna KILL you when he gets back."

With that, the girls walked off, leaving Christian staring hopelessly at the floor. "I didn't even do it...and I'm gonna get killed." he moaned.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Christian is SUCH a liar." Stacy laughed. "How gullible does he think we are?"

"Totally." Torrie laughed.

"So, Torrie. What are you wearing to the dance?" Jackie asked.

"I haven't decided yet." Torrie answered. "The dance is still SO far away."

"True. Hey, we should all, like, go shopping for the dance together." Stacy said enthusiastically.

"Yeah, that's a great idea!!" Torrie agreed.

"Totally!" Jackie added.

Gail nodded her agreement. "Sounds great!"

"All right. How does...umm...this Saturday at one sound?" Stacy asked.

"Great!"

"Perfect!"

"Yeah!"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Edge, dude!" Rob said.

"Yeah?"

"Isn't that your little brother?" he asked, indicating Christian coming toward them with a worried look on his face.

"I wonder what's going on with him this time..." Edge sighed. "Last time, Brock destroyed him...hey, Christian!"

"Edge," Christian whimpered. "Brock's gonna kill me!!"

"Brock's suspended. Gawd, calm down." Edge rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but Stacy and Torrie and Jackie and Gail think that I defaced the sign and I didn't and they say Brock didn't and they say that he's going to kill me for framing him!" Christian spoke really fast and frantically.

"Look, don't worry about it. Brock's suspended for a week. I doubt he'll remember to 'kill' you." Edge said impatiently.

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Now go." Edge shooed Christian away.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Shannon, we should skip next class." Matt said.

"Sounds good to me." Shannon nodded.

"What do we have?" Matt asked.

"Umm...Gym, then Art, then English, then Science."

"Okay, we can skip the first two classes." Matt grinned. "Do you have a lighter? We could go and have a smoke."

"Yeah, it's in my pocket." Shannon said. "But I don't have any cigarettes."

"Dammit. Neither do I." Matt sighed.

"Someone in this school must."

"Yeah, I bet John does...and there he is now." Matt and Shannon walked over to John. "Do you have a smoke?"

"Yo, I got a whole package of 'em, biatch." John said. "You in need?"

"YES." Matt nodded.

"Yo, give me a buck each, and I'll give y'all a couple of these here smokes, ya dig?"

"Sure." Matt reached into his pockets and pulled out a dollar bill. Shannon did the same. John handed them the cigarettes.

Just then, the bell to head to class rang. Shannon and Matt didn't go to class, however. They headed to the pizza place across the road for a smoke.