See, I love this fic. I really do. Oh, and Spinelli's grammar won't be perfect, because, well, she's Spinelli. Anyways, her and T.J. cook up a lot of plots, but ironically, or maybe not ironically, actually, it's not really about that.

This chapter, like all those to follow, is in Spinelli's POV. It's a non-stop Spinelli-fest. Yay! Oh, and another thing, Spinelli has chronically bad luck. Seriously, it's really sad. Anyways, I don't own Spinelli, T.J., Ms. Finster, Principal Prickly, Vince, or Gretchen. I do, however, own the exchange student.

Ahem. On with the tale...

"You want me t' do WHAT?" I exclaimed, annoyed.

T.J. shushed me, staring at Vince. I scowled up at him, shaking my fist.

"But I don't wanna kiss Vince," I snapped venomously.

He glared at me.

"You did it on the basketball court," He hissed.

I rolled my eyes.

"That was different," I muttered in frustration.

Why did I ever team up with HIM?

Oh, right, mutual interest to break up Gretch and Vince over there.

My archrival, however, is acting terribly inhuman. He's a, well; I really shouldn't go there. You know, that whole no yelling rule.

T.J. gives me this stupid smug look and this urge I have to strangle him comes back into play.

"How was it different, Spinelli?" TJ asked smugly.

I glared at him.

"None of your business," I grunted.

T.J. rolled his eyes.

"Sure," T.J. said sarcastically.

He sighed, looking back at Vince. For crying out loud, we were hiding behind a locker! This sting operation, man, it's just like those pranks back in elementary. Only this one's much more serious.

He shoves me forward, because the "target" is alone. I shoved him right back. Right back into the wall, anyways.

"Come on, Spinelli, for old times' sake? I won't ever ask anything else from you. Besides, Spin, it's helping yourself too," T.J. pleaded.

He looked so pathetic, with his eyes black, and bruised face. I was really slacking off yesterday, wasn't I?

I mean, I never could bring myself to hit him that hard in the first place. Something that's always frustrated me to no end. And my other friends are raising large enough questions about this crap already.

Everyone thinks I like him or something. Do you honestly know how much that pisses me off? Seriously, do you?

I sighed, nodding. I walked over to Vince, oozing with self-confidence. And here comes Gretch. I really don't want to do this to her, in case she has feelings for the loser. But, in a fluid motion, I turn him towards me. And then I kiss him; right in front of every person in the whole crap-box of a school we've got here.

Not exactly what I was looking for. Seriously, what does Gretch see in him? I mean, hello, lousy kisser if I ever met one, and believe me, I have.

Please tell me I did not just think that. I'm the one to break the kiss, which leaves me wondering if he actually enjoyed that. Gretchen's storming off, and all in all, this scene isn't pretty. And heeere's Prickly.

So, I'm running. In the halls. Which, yeah, doesn't help my case at all, because hello, illegal according to the school. Like I want to get busted for the PDA back there. I'm just praying that Prick-Head didn't see that.

Which brings me to my current point, running behind the aforementioned lockers. T.J. grabs me by the jacket, not something I'm a huge fan of, by the way. Prick-Head, naturally, of course, followed me. Joy.

So, of course, what am I supposed to say? I turn to Teej real slow, y'know, and open my mouth, crossing my fingers that something good will come out of it.

"So, you have the answer to question two on the Math homework?" I blurted.

T.J. gave me this lame quizzical look and there's the wanting-to-slug-him-urge popping up yet again. But, fortunately, he's not as dumb as he looks; I know, big surprise, right? And so he goes, real smooth and all...

"Well, uh, I suck at Math," He stutters.

I roll my eyes.

Great. Real helpful. He's a regular Einstein, that one. But I smile like some kind of retarded sap and nod like the retarded sap I was just talking about.

"Okay then. I'll just ask my neighbor Bob, yeah. He's acin' Trig, so I'm sure he can help me with this dumb Geometry work. Thanks," I muster, lying horribly.

Man, did that sound phony. Even to me. And I just know that old Cactus Man is going to pin me down for some crap. Hahaha. Cactus Man, and Pinning...Just don't know what it is yet. My life. Totally sucks. But that is waay beyond my crazy little nut job of a point.

There's that dumb little suspicious look of his.

Why is it always directed at me?

I'm just a girl.

"You two are up to something," He says mysteriously, leaving us alone.

I sigh in relief, waiting until he's totally gone.

What the crap was that all about? He over-reacts sometimes. It's kind of sad, once you think about it in depth. Like he has nothing better to do than watch us like some creepy little Randall.

I can only thank God that Ms. Finster isn't teaching us anymore.

We'd definitely be screwed over then.

I actually think we might've broken them up. Yay!

Which is why I'm going to slap him across the face now. Ooh, a sting on my hand. That's good. It'll leave a mark. Score.

Aw, crap. That annoying exchange student is back before T.J. can even ask why I hit him. I'm not scared of anything, really, but that kid is just annoying.

I mean, throttle factor is even higher for him than T.J.

Which is really a huge surprise. We all know how much I don't like him. But yeah. Awkward.

"Well, T.J., here's your chance to pay me back," I whispered.

- Loren ;

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