I am SO sorry that this didn't load correctly. I'm not sure if it was my fault or the comp's or what, but either way, I am SO sorry. PlEASE forgive me!

Anyway, in #2 some people said that Darien was being kind of an ass. It's like that for a reason. I'm revin' up for the eventful Saturday they're about to have together, and Darien's grumpyness plays a big part in it, so yeah. He's like that for a reason.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. I don't want it. It's not mine. Happy? You've just ruined my life! goes off to cry

"RIIIIIING" Serena's newest alarm clock rang out at 7 a.m. Saturday morning.

"Oh... my god..." Serena struggled to pull herself up out of bed. "I can't believe this! I fucking hate Darien..." She grumbled all the way to the shower.

When she got out, she put on what she normally would on a Saturday: tank top, short skirt, and boots. She didn't bother putting her hair into its usual meatballs. She was just too tired.

As she approached the school, a red car pulled up along side her. She looked over as it slowed to a crawl. 'Oh great.' She thought and rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Darien? Haven't you caused me enough problems?" She said as the window rolled down.

"I'm feeling generous this morning so I'll excuse that little outburst. Are you aware of what time it is, Meatball Head?" He said without really looking at her. She stared at him. "Well obviously its some time before 8, because I know I'm not late. I still have a good 15 minutes."

He smirked with more smugness than usual. "You have a good 15 minutes of walking to do, you mean. You only have 5 minutes before you have to report to my room. And since I may have over-reacted earlier in the week, I'm willing to give you a ride the rest of the way, seeing as how we are headed in the same direction."

She rolled her eyes once again. "Out of the kindness of your heart, right?" She said as she opened the door. "It is the least you could do for yelling at me the way you did, so I accept."

On the way, as they pulled up to a stoplight, he looked her over. His breath caught in his throat as he prepared to speak. "Why aren't you wearing your uniform?" He was able choke out before turning away, still managing a blush while the rest of his blood was flowing south.

"For your information, Mister Shields," She said mockingly. "We're not required to wear the uniforms for a Saturday school. Besides, what does it matter anyway? We're going to be virtually alone in there." She shrugged, not noticing him look her up.

He glanced every now and then at her chest, watching it heave with her breathes. Eventually, he averted his eyes back to the road. 'My god,' He though, cursing himself mentally for thinking such things of a high school student. 'She's really grown up. When she's not crying and klutzing out, she's really attractive.' He laughed a little at this. 'Too bad she has to speak though. That ruins it.'

They were fast approaching the school.

Bum, bum BUM! Ok, ok. That was really short and not very suspenseful, I know this. But this is all I could think of. I can't force these things and produce quality, people. You all should know this. I'll try my hardest to squeeze out another chapter by the 22nd. Reviews are appreciated. I'm not getting near enough for this story. Next chapter will be longer, I swear.

For those of you who like a good, trashy romance, and who haven't read my other work, I suggest you go to my other stories and take a look-see. They're not bad and I got a hell of a lot more reviews for them than I did for this. Consider it.

Evelyn Allison