A/N-*hangs head in shame* I bet you all hate me now don't you. I abandoned you in your times of need. There I was, on a roll, when lent comes around and the good little catholic that I am, gave up fanfiction for lent. Smart huh? Sorry I didn't get to tell you guys. But look how good I am! Just a day after Easter, here I am posting a new chapter, and I've already put up a new story(I'd greatly appreciate it if you checked it out! I would love you forever and ever and beyond!). So, I hope to be getting back into full roll with this one...just keep those reviews coming and I'll keep the chapters coming. Oh, and as always, be on the look out for new stories from yours truly. I've got some good ideas brewing in this messed up mind of mine! Finally-

Chapter Ten: Jack and Classic-The Prep and the Hippie

Meanwhile, Classic was rushing around her apartment, running late as she usually was, trying to find the perfect top to go with her vintage black and white spotted skirt. She eventually pulled a white off the shoulder shirt, from the 70's of course, out of the clothes basket, tucked a white daisy behind her ear, slipped on a pair of white sandals and was on her way out. After traveling down four flights of stairs, she reached the bottom and was out the door, a smile on her face upon seeing her car.

Jack's morning was going somewhat the same way, except he was digging through the piles of clothes in his room, attempting to find a clean, or semi-clean, pair of jeans to wear. Finally, he found a pair of slightly wrinkled, pre-faded(and he had only worn them twice since they were last washed)pair and pulled them on. He then pulled on a collared red, with three white stripes across the chest, Abercrombie shirt and slipped on his white and silver Adidas. Without paying much heed to his parents sitting in the kitchen, Jack picked up his one-strap gray backpack and was out the door of his mini-mansion, using the keyless entry to unlock the yellow mustang sitting in his driveway.

Classic and Jack arrived at the school at the same time this morning, and parked one behind another, two yellow cars in a row. Jack stepped out of his car with a cocky grin on his face.

"What are you grinning about?" Classic asked, climbing out of the bug.

"Nothin" he said, still grinning, walking up to her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "You look nice today."

"You look..."the corner of her lip turned up as she carefully picked her next word. "...preppy."

"Not groovy?" he mocked and she smacked him lightly on the arm.

"That was highly uncalled for."

"How so?" Jack asked, still smiling, taking Classic's hand in his and the two headed toward the school. "You called me preppy."

"But you are" she pointed out and he let out a sigh, knowing that he had been beat. Jack opened the door for Classic and the two walked into the school. As soon as the stepped in they were greeted by the sounds of a loud voice, easily recognizable as Ellie's, coming from the main hallway.

"She's at it again" Jack said with a laugh, as they neared the location the shouts were coming from.

"Wonder who pissed her off this time" Classic mused, also smiling. "You don't suppose it's Spot, do you?"

"So back off bitch" they heard Ellie exclaim loudly, before they turned the corner to see Ellie chewing out Nicole Hurley, a sophomore who happened to be captain of the JV cheerleaders, which lead her to the assumption that she was better than everyone else, miss blonde and bitchy herself.

"Uh oh" Classic muttered before dragging Jack closer so they could find out exactly what was going on, and who isn't interested in a bitch fight between a friend and a cheerleader?

"Back off what?" Nicole retorted in a snobby voice. "He's not yours."

"Oh really now?" Ellie asked with a shrewd laugh.

"Yeah. So he's available to anyone. Besides" she said, giving Ellie an almost disgusted look over. "Why would he pick you over me? A drama FREAK and a hot jock don't go together. Never have, never will" she gave her layered blonde hair a snobbish flip.

"I think it has, and I think it does" Ellie returned the look. "Besides I can think of plenty of reasons why he'd pick me over you. For one thing, I'm not a whore and I don't put out for anything that has a dick."

"You bitch!" Nicole exclaimed, her jaw dropping.

"I thought things were going well between Ellie and Spot" Jack whispered to Classic, who could only shrug because to the best of her knowledge, they were.

"Why don't we ask him?" Ellie said, a sly grin crossing her face. Her devious brown eyes scanned the hall, searching for Spot in the crowded hallway, and finally finding him. "SPOT!" she yelled out loudly, catching his attention. Spot looked over, a smile crossing his face upon seeing who was calling him, and he headed over to the two girls.

"Yeah?" he asked in a cocky manner.

"Nicole and I were having an..." Ellie looked to the ceiling, searching for the right word. "A disagreement..."

"Spot honey" Nicole said in a sickly sweet voice, cutting off Ellie, and causing her to glare quite menacingly in Nicole's general direction. "Tell Ellie about what's going on between us. She's still under the false idea that you two are...going out!" Nicole laughed briefly.

"Uh..." Spot stammered in shock, looking from Nicole's over-stretched smile to the look of intense hatred, and eyes that said "if you-don't answer this correctly you're gonna be one sorry boy", on Ellie's face. "I didn't know that anything was going on between us. I thought everyone knew that Ellie and I were back together. Besides, even if we weren't, I'd rather give myself a thousand paper cuts and then go swimming in a pool of lemon juice before going out with you."

"Thank you Spot" Ellie said, taking Spot's hand in hers before giving Nicole a very fake smile, similar to the one that had just disappeared from Nicole's face. "Fuck off" she said in a sickly sweet tone, mimicking Nicole's. Nicole's jaw dropped again before she stormed off.

"Bravo" Classic said, stepping forward, giving the couple a mocking round of applause. "I especially love the last part. Truly classic. Bravo."

"Very funny Classic" Ellie replied with a smile and a roll of the eyes.

"I actually enjoyed it" Classic said with an honest laugh. "We need more entertainment like that around here."

"Shut up" Ellie said shaking her head. "Y'know what, I'll catch you guys later. C'mon Spot...there's something I want you to see" giving Classic a wink, Ellie dragged Spot off.

"We're not like that, are we?" Jack asked, putting his arm around Classic's waist and pulling her closer to him.

"Nothing like that. Our karma is way better" she said softly. Jack leaned in, kissing Classic on the lips. Not caring about the fact that they were in the middle of the hallway, the couple indulged in a full make-out session, until Classic suddenly broke away, a puzzled look on her face.

"Ever wonder what the origins of tinfoil are?" she asked randomly and Jack let out an exasperated sigh.

"We're not like that at all" he muttered with a roll of the eyes while Classic thoughtfully pondered her latest query. "We're worse."