This is one seriously long chapter. It's like five pages. Anyways, uh, Spinelli says the word Jackass in this chapter, which I don't really consider a bad word, but she only says it once anyways. Oh, there's a lot of fighting in this fic. Lots. And this is really where it all starts. T.J. and Spinelli are very strange people.

I don't own Recess. I would like to find Paul and Joe and ask them to bring it back, but the Disney people don't really know good TV anymore, so it wouldn't come back. sobs And so, I have to accept the fact that I pretty much won't ever see a new episode of it again. sobs But I don't have to like it!

I do own the Bristones, though.

And that's why I'm writing this fic. This incredibly long fic...

It's lunch and Gretchen's sitting across from me, and she really doesn't look happy, but she doesn't look mad either. Vince is here, and he looks strange. But it looks like Teej is gonna wind up sitting next to me. Again. This whole alliance thing is really starting to piss me off.

"Spinelli, your plan didn't work," Gretchen said coolly, eating the rest of the meal in silence. The silence was really starting to annoy me.

Seriously, I really wish that I were sitting with my usual table, because it's so freaking quiet over here! It's also really weird to sit with my elementary friends again.

Even more proof that I have to break up Gretch and Vince. Meh, I'll get a detention, that way I can talk about it. I mean, I'll be locked in a classroom...Hmm; I'll get in a fight with him. That'll be really easy.

"Hey, Teej, why are you such a jackass?" I ask casually.

Everyone's looking up to gauge his reaction. He's just looking up calmly from his sandwich and I can tell he doesn't want to get into a fight with me.

"I'm not in the mood for a fight, Spinelli," T.J. says, sounding eerily calm.

Ugh. Nothing is going my way today. This permanent scowl is starting to get annoying. One, Two, Three, and TACKLE! Now Teej's on the floor, and I'm wrestling him again. He's actually fighting back today, which is surprising. It takes a while, but Finster shows up, pulls us off each other and slaps us in detention for the rest of the day.

In our school, He's one of the few who'll fight me, and I'm the only girl who hits guys. So beyond the point. T.J.'s glaring at me and rightfully so, but I don't care. I never really have.

"So, why'd you get us stuck here?" T.J. muttered.

I roll my eyes. I mean, seriously, isn't it obvious.

"We need a new plan to break them up," I grunted.

Teej's giving me a weird look, but he shrugs.

"Well, I can go after Gretchen."

No way. T.J.'s gone out with half of our grade at least once and he's broken more hearts than I care to name. Surprisingly. Anyways, the last thing I want is for him to break Gretch's heart.

"No way, T.J.," I snap.

T.J. shrugs, thinking.

"Well, you could try seducing Vince," He mutters.

Why is it always me and Vince? I mean, seriously? Gretchen better appreciate not having her heart broken. I guess I have no choice but to agree. I hate not having a choice.

"This better work, Teej," I murmur.

T.J. nods, craftily rubbing his hands together. Oh, great, he's got a plan. But when doesn't he have one?

"Oh, it will, Spin," He mutters to himself.

Poor twisted little freak. He's so annoying sometimes. Ugh, I hate it when people like Teej call me Spin. Makes it sound like they know me and accept me and all that crap. But they don't. And T.J. most definitely doesn't.

"Don't call me that!" I jeer.

He's confused. Again. Sheesh. Dumb. So dumb.

"What?"

I roll my eyes. Honestly. How dense can a person be?

"Well, Teej, what DID you just call me?"

That kind of shuts him up. But the time's passing so slowly and it's scarcely twelve-thirty and we're locked in here until two-thirty. Ugh. What to do?

"T.J., I'm bored!" I whine.

T.J.'s bored too. I mean, he's actually doing his homework.

I guess there's one thing we can do. I just don't know if I want to make out with him, though. I mean, it is twelve-thirty, so it'd have to last like two hours. And it's T.J., which is just weird in itself.

Aw, why not? I'm so mind-numbingly bored right now I'll settle for any entertainment. Even if it is kissing Detweiler. This decision probably isn't very strong or smart, but, you know, it's not like I care anyways.

I've probably done dozens of stupid things.

So, next thing I know, I'm dumping everything in my backpack and grabbing his collar and kissing him. He looks surprised enough. This is kind of fun. Eventually, I'm sitting on his lap, still making out with him, and I happen to glance at the clock and it says three-thirty. Oops.

Oh, crap, I have that meeting with the people from my parent's work today. Great. And I'm late. An hour late. I've also got all these incriminating hickeys and bruises and things. Crap. I'm screwed. Oh well. I've got to run.

Jump off T.J.'s lap, pick up my backpack. Hmm, window or door? Aw, great, T.J.'s giving me that creepy look again.

"Spinelli, where are you going?" Teej asked, dazed and breathless.

I roll my eyes.

"Home, I'm an hour late to a meeting with the my dad's friends from work. Have a nice day, Teej," I mumble, prying the window open with a crowbar and tossing him the key out.

Ugh. Stiff boring people. I'd better run. Better zip up the jacket too. Don't want the people seeing anything they shouldn't. Besides, Dad would probably go psycho again. And if he found out that it was T.J., he'd probably think I got raped or something.

I'm only gonna have about five minutes to change. Now, let's see, where'd I put that red turtleneck? Hmm. Oh well. My house, finally. Uh oh, that black car's got to be them. I'd better get a move on. Dash, dash, dash, jump, throw open door, leap up stairs, slam bedroom door, drop backpack. Clothes, change now! Okay, leather skirt is on that chair, my fishnets are on the floor, which leaves the turtleneck.

Crap, it's not in my closet or under my bed. Wait, I do have a black one, but it's not a turtleneck. Guess I'll just have to push up the collar of my jacket. Okay, now that I'm changed, that just leaves make-up. Okay, red lipstick, black eye shadow, mascara, and I'm done. Oh, right, better take my hair down, because it's really messy. Done.

Okay, time to greet the little weirdoes. Uh oh, they're already in here. No, Mom and Dad are introducing me!

"And that's our daughter, Ashley," Mom finishes.

I wave nervously.

"Pookie, meet Donald Bristone, his son John and his wife Irene, and their kids, Sydney, Paris, Rome, and Montreal. Nah, just kidding. It's just Sydney, Paris, and Milan. Milan's sick though. And the guy with them is Paris' boyfriend, Rome," Dad explains.

I smile half-heartedly, gathering that the one with brown hair is Sydney, and the blonde is Paris. Hmm, wonder if Milan's a redhead. Sheesh, though. What is up with the city-themed children?

So, we wind up eating, and they talk about business, blah, blah, blah. That stupid Don guy asks if I'm hot with my jacket on, which prompts my mother to ask for me to unzip it. I believe this is to make sure that I'm wearing a shirt. Loong story. And so I'm forced to unzip it, and naturally, she folds the collar down. Which helps my dad see those hickeys I was trying to hide. And, next thing I know, Dad starts yelling and I know he's gonna ask how or who, so I'm skedaddlin' it outside.

Sydney's sitting outside, and I move to sit next to her, wincing. She smirks at the sight of the hickeys.

"Yeah, I know. Ugh, I've got to get out of here. Dad's going to start asking questions," I mutter, almost to myself.

I get up, and she follows.

"So, how'd that happen?"

I smirk, looking at her, sighing.

"Long story or short story?" I ask, curiously.

She shrugs.

"Well, there's this guy who's kind of my rival, and he's been my rival for a long time. His best friend is dating mine and we both want them to break up. So, I got into a fight with him at lunch on purpose, which isn't actually too surprising, because we average about two a day, and our teacher stuck us in detention for the rest of the day. I was really bored after discussing how to break them up, so I decided to just make out with him for two hours. However, I accidentally made out with him for a third hour and that's why I was kind of late," I explained briefly.

Her eyes widened, and then narrowed.

"You have a love-hate thing going with him, then?"

I shook my head. How many times do I have to say that I don't like him like that? Heck, I don't even like him.

"No."

Syd frowns.

"Do you love him?"

She's kind of naïve.

"I used to. I kinda liked him between fourth grade and the summer of seventh grade. We used to be really close friends, but that all fell apart," I sighed.

Ugh. I hadn't thought about any of that for around three years. Why was I being so emotional about it? It's prolly 'cause I made out with him. I knew I shouldn't have done that. Oh well. Now, why on Earth am I at the playground?

Oh, crap. There's T.J., sitting up on top of it. I really ought to turn around before he sees me. But I'm turning around waay too late, because he sees me and hollers at me.

"Hey! Spinelli!"

I wince and turn around, and Sydney smirks, confused.

"Hey, I thought your name was Ashley!"

I shrug.

"I don't like that name much. As a matter of fact I hate it," I hiss softly.

Teej motions for me to come up. I guess I kind of have to. I haven't climbed on Old Rusty for a long time, now that I think about it.

"The plan starts on Monday," T.J. replies.

Duh. Honestly. I'm nodding and he's looking at my neck, which is not good, because no one should be looking there. I ought to buy some cover-up for that.

"Did I..." Teej begins.

I'm rolling my eyes again.

"Gee, ya think, Einstein?" I snap.

T.J. frowns and looks down at his hands, which is not a good thing because it means he's nervous. And if he's nervous, well, it's definitely bad.

"So, uh, we should talk," He's stuttering.

Great. He's stuttering AND stating the obvious. Isn't he supposed to be the cool guy? It definitely doesn't sound like he's got ice in his veins. And I have a bad feeling about what he's talking about. A really bad one.

"Teej, we're talking right now," I roll my eyes.

I'm not helping matters, but then again, I never claimed to be altruistic. He's getting even more nervous. Sheesh.

"Look, Spinelli, about the making-out thing..." Teej trails off.

Oh brother. This is not good. I mean, I knew he was going to talk about it sometime, but, why, oh, why did it have to be NOW? He looks really hopeful. Uh oh, is he thinking we're gonna have another "moment"? 'Cause the first one grossed me out enough without this adding to it.

My head's telling me to punch him and my fist's agreeing, but I can't. It'd be bad for the plan. He's being really weird though. I've got to say something.

"Yeah, Teej, about that...I was really bored, and heck, makin' out beats the crap outta doin' homework," I reply.

T.J. looks kind of...Well, it's not an emotion I've really ever seen. I think he's kinda disappointed. Like the time he was starin' at me before. Ugh.

No, no, no! I know what this emotion is. It kinda looks like a puppy after you kick it. Repeatedly. In the groin area.

Here I am, ranting about puppies. I SHOULD be high-tailing it out of here! Okay, yeah, leaving now! Or maybe I'm better off here... I mean, Dad's gonna be in a homicidal mood anyways. But am I really better off here, with T.J. and a girl I've known for five seconds?

Here it is then.

- Loren ;

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