Randy woke up to the sound of knocking. His eyes shot open and he tried to sit up but something weighed him down. He looked to what it was and saw Sara lying against him, asleep. He smiled and shook her gently, saying softly, "Sara, wake up."

Sara stirred until her eyes fluttered open. As soon as she saw Randy she smiled dreamily then a look of worry covered her face as she shot up, looked around and asked, "What time is it?"

The knocking continued and someone from outside the door who sounded a lot like Brock yelled, muffled through the door, "Let me in! I gotta get my book for class!"

Randy looked around frantically for his alarm clock. When he saw it he said, "Damn it!"

"What?" Sara asked, tiredness in her voice.

"Film starts in five minute," Randy answered, shooing her out of bed.

She got up leisurely and asked, "Do we have to go?"

"Yes, or Stu, Jenna, and Kayleigh will think we are dead or something," Randy got out of bed and rushed to the door, opening it to Brock.

Brock walked in, saw Sara and squealed, "Now I see why I got locked out..." He looked to Randy, "You've finally become a man. Congratulations, son."

Sara glared at him as Randy said, "You got locked out because you're a dumbass who forgets his keys."

"Don't talk to Brock that way!" Brock ordered, not offended in the least.

"Sara, lets go!" Randy commanded.

"We don't have time to change?" Sara asked whiningly.

Randy shook his head and Sara asked, "How does my hair look?"

"You look gorgeous. Your hair is fabulous! Lets go," Randy lied. Her hair was frizzy and stuck up in random places.

She smiled and agreed, "Okay. Let's go! Brock, you suck!"

Brock, searching for his book, distractedly said, "Thank you!"

Randy took Sara by the hand and started running off, pulling Sara behind him.

~*~*~*~

Jenna walked alone to Film. Neither of her roommates had returned to the room last night. Jenna hoped at least one of them, if not both would show up to class. She entered the class slowly, herself being fairly early. She looked around and stopped breathing as soon as she saw the only person in the class besides Mr. Connors. Stu sat there in the front row, looking at her just as he had last night. He sported the same exact menacing yet calm look. He smirked evilly and said calmly, "Hello Jenna."

She, realizing she wasn't breathing started gasping for air. Her eyes widened out of fear. Then she narrowed them in determination as she walked to the back corner of the classroom, sitting in the corner desk in silence. This caused Stu to start laughing to himself. He shook his head and muttered, "Jenna, Jenna, Jenna..."

He walked to the back where she was and stood in front of her, his hands on the desktop. As he spoke his voice grew more menacing while saying, "Awww... Why aren't you sitting with me Jenna? Are you mad at me?"

She avoided looking him in the eyes as she asked frailly, "Why do you keep bothering me, Stu?"

"I thought we were going steady, baby!" Stu laughed loudly.

Jenna, attempting to ignore him grabbed a pencil off the floor. She examined it with false interest as Stu continued with his psychotic comments, "Was it something I said?"

"Leave me alone!" She commanded rather loudly.

Stu without saying a word grabbed her pencil and snapped it in two. He smiled down at her with great innocence.

"Mr. Killings, that will be enough!" Mr. Connors said loud and sternly.

Stu turned around quickly and looked at the teacher. He, still sporting the false look of innocence asked, "Can I help you, sir?"

Jenna, under her breath muttered, "Macher."

Stu's head shot back to her instantly, glaring at her dangerously. She started to shake slightly before Mr. Connors ordered, "Return to your seat, Mr. Killings."

Stu rolled his eyes and started heading back to his seat, saying with hate in his eyes, "This isn't second grade."

"Maybe for you," The familiar voice of Kayleigh said as she wobbled into the class.

She giggled then stopped dead in her tracks when she noticed how far apart Stu and Jenna sat. She glanced at both of them and asked, "Are you still fighting?"

He glared at Jenna as though to say 'You best not have told her about our fight'. Jenna, getting what he was telling her said nothing. Kayleigh shrugged and started heading to the back to sit with Jenna. She sat and more people started coming in, all of them avoided the back row where the 'freaks' sat. Jenna watched the entrance, hoping and waiting for Sara to come.

Kayleigh giggled and said, "I met a guy last night."

"When you were drunk?" Jenna raised her eyebrows in skepticism.

Kayleigh nodded eagerly and said, "Yeah! His name is Ryan and he's the greatest!"

"And you were drunk?" Jenna watched as just about everyone took their seat in the large room. No Sara or Randy.

"What?" Kayleigh inquired, "Are you implying that he isn't a great guy but that I was drunk and didn't know better?"

"You said it not me," Jenna watched as Mr. Connors got ready to start the class. Still no Sara.

~*~*~

They stood outside the building where Film was held. Sara stopped Randy and stated, "Were going to be late."

"Better late than never!" Randy shrugged as he entered the building.

She pouted, following him in and whined, "But I wanna ditch!"

"We're already here," He pointed out as they stood outside the room.

Sara kissed him on the cheek then opened the door for Randy so he would have to enter first. Randy entered, all eyes on him with Sara hiding behind him. She took her book from him and looked around at all the staring eyes. She gave them all the evil eye then asked fiercely, "What?!"

Some people started snickering as Sara took Randy by the hand and led him to the sacred back row, everyone still watching them. As she moved she muttered, "Fucking sheep."

Sara sat down next to Kayleigh who, along with Jenna, grinned at them. Randy sat beside her and scanned the room for Stu. He shrugged and immediately gave up the search. The room was still silent until Sara ordered Mr. Connors, "Dude, do what you're being paid for. Teach us something rather than contemplating child molestation."

This made Mr. Connors blush and start rambling on boringly about something or another. Jenna, still grinning at them asked, "So I guess you two made up."

"Maybe," Randy said in attempt to be mysterious.

Stu sat there alone, fuming on the inside. Jenna every now and then glanced in his direction fearfully. She thought each time, "I hate him..."

~*~*~

Authors note:

Jenna is turning into me... Ahhhh!