A/N: okaaaay! so who didn't like that last chapter very much?? ME! definitely not one of my favorites. :P but hey, it wasn't a major chapter, so i guess i'm okay with that. maybe i'm just too picky... who knows. in any case, better chapters next time! thanks for sticking with me, guys. apologies yet again for my lateness.

CHAPTER SIX - Tactics

"I already have my dress and everything!" Jenny squealed with much enthusiasm. That got a few raised eyebrows. "What?!" she asked, slightly offended by our stares.

"It's three weeks away, Jenny," Karen replied flatly. "And plus, it's just Homecoming." She rolled her eyes for extra dramatic effect.

"So what?" Jenny retorted complacently. "My mom always says to dress your best at every occasion."

"Surprise, surprise," Karen muttered under her breath.

We were in the midst of Homecoming season and were talking about the dance. No doubt about it, Jenny would be the true fashionista and show up in some original Versace dress.

"I'm sure it's lovely, Jenn." Becca smiled assuringly, butting in to stop the bickering. "I can't wait to go shopping for mine."

"We're all going together, right?" I asked hopefully. Shopping with the girls was always such an awesome time.

"Of course!" Vanessa cried. "Just a warning though: I'm ready to fight to the death if both of us have an eye out for the same dress." She winked at me devilishly. I laughed and playfully raised two clenched fists, as if ready for a fight.

"Although I'd love to see you girls go at it, I have to get cracking on my website development project for Griffin's class. Sorry, dudes." Becca threw her juice box in the recycling bin and tossed her purple backpack over her shoulder as she stood up.

"Can't wait to finally see the BSC on the web," I said, grinning at her.

"I know! Don't you just love it when teachers let you think up your own projects? See you guys later!" Becca waved to everyone as she walked towards the cafeteria doors. As soon as she was out of earshot, we all quickly huddled our heads together.

"So everything's planned, right?" I hissed.

"Pretty much. Invitations are all ready and I ordered the balloons.. purple, of course," Karen replied, whispering.

"I have the cake.. Ordered, I mean," Jenny hastily corrected in a hushed tone. "There's no way you'd ever catch me baking."

"You're such a priss, Jenny," Vanessa teased. "And why the heck are we whispering, anyway? She's gone." We all looked at each other and burst out laughing. We were such goofs. We all sat back in our seats and went down the checklist of everything that still needed to be done.

"So, who's telling the guys?" Karen asked, chewing on a cheese string. "I definitely give props to whoever thought about not telling them 'til a few days beforehand."

"That, my dear, was all me," Vanessa said smugly. "Seriously. Those guys totally suck at keeping secrets. Becca would've found out ages ago if we told them."

"But, wait!" Jenny suddenly cried out. "What - What if Jordan has some big romantic thing planned for the both of them that night?"

"That... could actually work to our advantage," Karen said thoughtfully. "Becca and Jordan go out that night, do their own mushy, kissy-kissy thing... and then Jordan can bring Becca over to Char's. Char can say she has a birthday gift to give her or what not."

"Good idea," Vanessa said, nodding her head. "But please, Karen? Never mention the words 'Jordan' and 'kissy-kissy' in the same sentence ever again." Karen smirked.

"Perfect!" I said, smiling widely. "Operation Surprise Ramsey will be proceed as planned this Saturday."