A/N I know people who say, "Update soon", "Can't wait for the next chapter", and such really enjoy the story, those are flattering remarks, but when reviewers make it sound like writers are lazy and not updating because we are mean that is what I take offense to. Yes, maybe I am sensitive since I have 2 stories which I have major writer's block on. So I apologize for my bitchiness and as an apology gift an extra chapter today. Thanks to Alicia, Jenifer, TWBasketcase, Darkobender and everyone else who has reviewed.

It's really not Sporto's business if Claire and I are going out or not. Would have been nice but realistically he is more her type. Yeah he denies that they are going to prom together. The shit of it is that I don't even know if I want to go to their stinkin' prom. It's nothing that I ever considered. I mean look at me. I'm the bad boy, the rebel, the criminal and worse things that they call me around here. Goin' to prom isn't something a guy like me does and if a guy like me does go he certainly doesn't go with the head princess. Girls like DeAnn Patroni in her black leather motorcycle jacket or even someone like Allison but girls like Claire don't look at guys like me let alone go to the prom with them.

No, I'm not an activities person. There is no Latin Club. No hangin' out with the drama dorks, hugging other guys while wearing tights. Hell apathy and lack of school spirit are a part of who I am. Or are they?

I skipped first period today. No way I was gonna go and sit there while the teacher drones on and on about something that I could care less about that doesn't make a shit load of difference in my life today or even ten years from now. Like I need to know about the War of the Roses. What for?

Last night a warm front came through. Stormed like a bitch but today it made it up into the 50's and gym is outside. All the better. The smoke from the pot doesn't build up. The wind keeps it pretty unnoticeable. So I headed out towards the field. The dickweeds from yesterday were out there stretching and whining about how cold it is. Spoiled brats. Hell the heating broke in our place over two months ago. Think the old man spent the cash to get it fixed? "Suck it up, Bitch," he yelled at my mom when she complained. While he was at work I volunteered to try to fix it, too bad the old man came home and kicked me in the ribs for it. Sneaky bastard came up quietly and just nailed me. "What the fuck do you think you are doing you no good, ugly little punk? Keep your hands off it."

"It's already broken"

"Yeah well we don't need you to fuck it up worse. Get upstairs. Wait run down to the 7-11 and pick me up some cigs." He threw a Lincoln at me. "Don't try to short change me."

So being cold is something I knew about. Those little rich dicks didn't have clue.

I ducked behind the bleachers where Boomer, Spike and Mahoney were hanging out.

"So where is your richie girlfriend," asked Boomer laughing.

"I ain't got no richie girlfriend."

"What was the chick you were being mighty friendly with yesterday?" Spike said and high fived Boomer.

"If Johnny was with a richie he was probably charmin' her to get in her pants," said Mahoney as he took a long drag on the joint.

Mahoney was giving me the out.

"You'd probably tell all your friends you were sleeping together just so they would forgive you for being seen with me."

Claire's words from Saturday echoed in my head. "Nothing like that. She was in detention on Saturday and we just had some unfinished business." I told them and hoped I sounded convincing.

Then Boomer said, "Good thing you took care of it yesterday I don't see the little red fox out there doing stretches with the losers," and took the joint from Mahoney.

He was right. I peeked out from around the aluminum bleachers. I didn't see Claire out there. I felt a weird sensation then realized I was actually worried that she wasn't in class. The other princesses like that AmyJo girl that she was talking to yesterday, were there so I doubted that she skipped to go shopping. If she had she would have taken them with her. I passed Allison in the hall on the way out here so I know that Ally wasn't with her.

Was she sick? Mentally I slapped myself. What the fuck was wrong with me? She was a dream and nothing to get worked up over. I just had to keep reminding myself of that. The really question was whether or not I could keep myself believing it.

Rest of the period was uneventful. The dickweeds played their game, the coach blew the whistle for everyone to go inside to change back to their school clothes, and then the bell rang. I debated whether or not third period was worth it. As I stared down the hall I heard a female voice yell, "You!" I didn't stop. Why would I? I didn't know they were talking to me. Then I heard her call, "You," again and felt a hand on my arm. I turned and there was AmyJo. She was pretty. Not even close to Claire but pretty anyway. She was about five foot two, dark permed hair and big blue eyes. I shook her hand off my arm. The last thing I needed was people thinking I was after this princess too.

"What do you want?"

"What did you do with Claire?"

"What did I do with Claire? Oh…you mean talking to her yesterday?"

"No, I mean what did you do with Claire? You have her tied up and hidden somewhere don't you?"

I just glared at her. Who did this little thing think she was? I decided to ask her, "Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Duh! I'm AmyJo. You are such a stoner you don't even know who is in your gym class."

The brain dead using sarcasm just isn't funny. It just makes her look even dumber. "AmyJo? Did you use too much hairspray this morning?" I asked eyeing her mile high fluffy bangs. She looked back at me puzzled. "Because if you didn't you are just naturally stupid." She opened and closed her mouth a couple times in surprise. "Don't do that this close to the cafeteria. Tuesdays are fish stick day."

Finally she seemed to get some of her composure back. "Then you don't know where Claire is?" I shook my head. "Well then maybe she is home sick. Better there than here where you can try to put your low classed paws on her. Hmmpf." Then she turned and sauntered down the hall.

It wasn't a good sign that her friends didn't know where she was. Maybe it was right that I worry. To hell with third period. I went to my locker and dumped whatever I didn't need in it and took my coat out of it. Once I left the school grounds, tactfully avoiding being seen by Vernon I might add, I realized that I didn't have a clue where she lived. I had it narrowed down just due to the type of car her daddy drove but an actual address would be nice.

I hiked down the street to White Castle. There was a pay phone there and hopefully there was still a phonebook. Chances are that Boomer, Spike, and Mahoney already ripped it off. They thought shit like that was funny. Okay I did too or maybe not. Those four "Breakfast Clubers" made me reconsider some things. I hate when people make me look closely at myself. Surprisingly there was a phone book there and luckily it was the white pages. Flipping through I found a listing for Standish, Blackwell and Jennifer; obviously her parents. Below that without an address was a listing for Standish, Claire and a phone number. Nothing like having your own phone line; a princess phone for the princess. I just bet she has a pink bedroom with white furniture, a canopy bed, and tons of stuffed animals.

"Stop it, John" I said to myself. "It's not her fault she got lucky and was born into a rich family." I was right although it didn't make me feel much better. I tore the page out of the phone book. And old man and his wife gave me a dirty look as they walked in to the restaurant. I flipped them the bird.

Can you hear this? Want me to turn it up?

Checking the address I realized I was pretty correct in where I thought she lived. The question remained how I was going to get there. Not having a car sucked. Bus it has to be. I hate the bus. Always smells like piss. Once again it was probably Boomer, Spike, and Mahoney. I really need to get myself some new friends.