AN: Since the reviews, I have decided to cancel any Harper/Beka action, please disregard the earlier mention of any of that! Thanks for your reviews! … And I know, my description of High School is a little stereotypical, but it's still funny!

Chapter 4

Trance sighed as she rolled out of bed, her doctor had given her a new prescription, and it smelled. She glanced in the mirror-and screamed.

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Harper did a double take as Trance walked in the door.

"Trance-what happened?" he asked concerned.

"New prescription," she muttered, pulling her hood down over her face. A flash of gold showed through.

"You're…you're gold!" he said.

"Yes, new prescription," she said shortly. She tucked her gloves in her sleeves.

"Well…I've heard that gold is the new black," he shrugged. "You're a trendsetter. Trance."

"Ha, ha," Trance said sarcastically.

"Don't be so down, you look great," he smiled.

"Whatever," the gold girl sighed.

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Steve sat down in his history class and flashed one of his 'award-winning' smiles at Beka. She smiled back and passed him a note.

"Meet me after class," it read. Steve nodded.

Class ended and Steve and Beka moved off together. Steve hit the pause button on his CD player.

"Berry Manilow?" she asked.

"Oh, no that was for my mom," he shrugged.

"But-" she started.

"Do I want the school to know that I run errands for my mom?" he cut her off.

"Good, so you don't really like Copa Cabana?" she asked.

"Hell no," he chuckled. "So…what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well…since Louisa is gone…"she started nervously.

Steve caught on. "Would you like to go see a movie with me?" he asked, making Beka feel more comfortable.

She gave him a look that clearly stated 'Thank you'. "I'd really enjoy that, just…no soppy chick-flicks. No Titanic for me!"

'Thank God!' he thought. "Okay, Friday then?"

"Sure," she smiled. 'How did this go from me asking him to him asking me?' she wondered as she watched Steve run down the hall as the bell rang. "Oh, shit, I'm late!"

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(Lunch)

Dylan sat down and was amazed to see Rommie walk into the lunchroom. She sat down next to him, her hand touching his leg.

"I thought you had first lunch," he said.

"I did, but, I have connections," she smiled. She cracked open her Sprite©, as she flashed as grin at her boyfriend.

"What connections?" he asked.

"It's truly amazing what a showing a bra strap can do for someone like me," she said to particularly no one.

"You did what!?" he asked outraged.

"Cool it, it got me what I wanted, didn't it?" she asked.

Dylan struggled over whether or not to lecture his girlfriend. It did get her second lunch, but…she shouldn't be showing her bra strap to anyone but him!

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Steve watched the two argue over lunch from his table. "Put that in your pants and screw it, Dylan," he muttered.

His day had taken a plummet since asking Beka to the movies. He'd gotten a bad grade on a test, and his lunch sucked. Yogurt with a water bottle, his sister Atlanta's lunch, was what he'd found. "God damn Atkins," he muttered.

Beka wandered over and set a tray of down in front of him. It had two large hamburgers and a chili on it. "You have a girl lunch," she noted, as she took the chili off of the tray.

Steve laughed and took one of the hamburgers. "Thank you, my sister is trying to loose weight."

"What girl our age isn't?" she asked sarcastically. "Have you seen some of the cheerleaders? They look like they're from a third-world country." She pushed a strand of russet colored hair out of her face.

"You're right, we should feed them!" he grinned. He opened the cup of yogurt and threw it at the girls with unnatural accuracy. "Duck and cover," he said mildly as a potato came flying back at them.

Beka dove under the table as Steve blocked a flying glob of pudding with a tray. "I think I found a partner in crime," she laughed as Steve joined her with cheese on his shoulder.

Steve smiled as he wiped the cheese off.

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(The next day) AN: Jade, thanks for this next part

"So what's supposed to happen today, ya wonder?" Trance asked Harper as she slammed her locker shut.

"I think we're getting a new kid," Harper told her, leaning against the wall. "Since we lost the frog-"

"Harper," Trance said warningly.

"Since we lost Frenchie-"

"Harper."

"Since we lost the cheese-eating surrender monkey-"

"Harper!"

"Okay, fine," Harper grinned. "Since we lost Louisa, we needed another gymnast, so we stole one from some other high school, Seefras, I think."

"Hm," Trance nodded thoughtfully. "And do you think you'll have a chance with to go out with her because she's new?"

"I never said 'she'," Harper said frowning. "How did you know?"

"Because she just walked in the door, trying to look confident," Trance said, looking over Harper's shoulder.

Harper turned and his mouth dropped open. "Wow," was all he could say.

The new girl wore tight low-cut pink corduroy pants with a matching tank top, and blonde hair held back from her face by a headband, and fell down her shoulders. She was gorgeous and sexy, without looking like a slut.

Trance felt a pang of jealousy.

Harper walked over. "Seamus Zelazny Harper, at your service," he announced with a sweeping bow. He waited for the inevitable slap, sniff of derision; or, in extreme cases, to be told: 'Fuck off, asshole'. None of the above happening, Harper chanced a look upward. "So, you're the new girl?" he asked awkwardly.

"Yeah," the girl looked at him. "What of it?"

"Well, I was just wondering if you had any friends here at Tarn Vedra High," Harper said, desperately trying to think of something.

"No, I don't," the girl replied. "Probably won't get any either." She tipped her head. "My name's Doyle, in case you have a burning need to throw insults at me later."

"Well, Doyle, welcome to Tarn Vedra," Harper said smiling. "I can't say you'll enjoy your stay, but, hell, I need all the friends I can get."

Doyle suddenly looked over Harper's shoulder. "Oh, my God, is she…gold?" she exclaimed, rushing over to Trance.

"Oh, yeah, that's my buddy, Trance," Harper said, trying to keep up.

"That's amazing. Hi, Trance, I'm Doyle," Doyle said quickly. "Could you show me to locker number 531?" She took Trance's elbow. "You know, I was blue once?"

"What?" Trance pulled her arm away and looked at Doyle. "You mean, like me?"

"Almost, except, I looked like I was a part of the Blue Man Group, or something," Doyle grinned as Trance giggled. "I'll tell you about it on the way to my locker."

"Okay," Trance said happily, all jealousy melting away, and she started to lead Doyle.

"Well, it started when my older brother took this blue powder used to color soap, ya know? That's what he does to make some extra money. Anyway, he put it in my moisturizing lotion…"

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"Nice lunch," Doyle said sarcastically, later as the three friends went to find a table. "Why don't we sit here?" she asked, indicating a table.

Trance and Harper shook their heads. "No, we can't sit there," Harper announced.

"Why?"

"Cheerleaders/jock table," Trance replied, starting to move on. "We don't fit into either of those categories, we have to sit somewhere else."

Doyle grinned. "Here seems fine," she put down her tray with a clatter, motioning for Harper and Trance to sit with her.

"I dunno, I have a bad feeling about this," Harper said nervously as the cheerleaders approached with their lunches.

A blonde super-skinny girl stopped in front of Doyle. "Oh," she said derisively. "The new girl is in my seat."

"That's our cue to leave," Harper said, standing up.

Doyle's hand snapped out and grabbed Harper's arm, forcing him to sit back down. "Oh, you're Emily," Doyle said in a falsely cheerful and bright voice. "I know about you, you're the one everyone pretends to like because you're rich, then, as soon as you turn your back, they say what a snobby bitch you are."

The lunchroom quieted as Doyle slowly stood up to face Emily.

"Is that a fact?" the cheerleader said, readying a fist.

"Yeah, remember, I'm the 'new girl', I hear everything." Doyle spread her arms, inviting Emily to hit her.

The lunchroom erupted into noise as people started placing bets.

All Emily saw was a flash of red highlights, followed by a resounding slap across the face, and she fell back into her seat. She looked up, in shock hand going to her cheek.

Rommie was standing with her hands on her hips. "Emily, you know the rules about new people. Talk first, bitch slap later. You didn't give her a chance, so you lose." She turned to Doyle. "Feel free to sit down, you and your friends. Anyone who's willing to stand up to that whore is good in my book."

Emily made a strangled noise.

Rommie looked back at her. "Oh, Emily, darling, are you still here? You may go," she made a shooing motion. "So, you're Trance and Harper, right?"

"Yeah that's us," Harper said, sliding over to sit proudly between Rommie and Doyle. "You know, the Freak and the Geek."

"Harper!" Trance shouted, shocked.

Rommie looked up at Trance and a sudden smile lit up her face. "Your skin…is that natural?"

Trance shifted nervously. "Yeah, sort of."

"She'll be perfect!" one of the cheerleaders squealed.

Rommie had a happy smile as she motioned for Trance to sit across from her. "I've been thinking of this new routine…"

Harper looked gratefully at Doyle. "That was amazing."

Doyle shrugged modestly.

"Will you go out with me?"

Doyle laughed, startled. "Sure," she said, smiling.

"Great, trust in the Harper, the Harper is good," he said triumphantly.

Rommie's Secret-thanks, so glad you like it!

Harper's Pixie-that's my plan (oh, wait, I can't tell you that!)

Randomidiot-please, don't mention that again lol

Killerbee-thanks so much!

Vampiregirl-Harper/Beka –gone!

Prin69-yes, Beka is very stalkable, hehe sorry about the Steve Action figure 

Vee017-more Rhade/Beka, as you asked!