Chase sank his head into his hands. Things couldn't really get any worse, really.

"And she came back, why?"

He did a quick 'no-one's-looking-right?' check before tip-toeing across to his drawers. Lifting a false bottom, he carefully extracted a big, brown, dusty leather book, entitled 'Life.'

He flicked from page to page, passing the baby photos and 'My First Potty' page until he reached the 'Year 13' chapter. At first, there were just pictures of him and his family, a few of his friends and maybe one or two of the family lizard. When he turned the next page, it was doodled in love hearts and little messages around hundreds of pictures of the girl he'd just seen earlier.

Kristen pouting dramatically. Kristen eating a nasty looking corn-dog. Kristen at her pool in the back yard.

Hundreds of pictures of Kristen, doing almost everything imaginable. Sticking her tongue out. Hosting a barbecue, setting fire to her apron while hosting the barbecue…and along the side were vivid descriptions of what he and she had done that day. The next page housed a large, school photograph that took up the double spread. At the top read 'St Angela Merici's Academy for Young Ladies,' then underneath various dates. Chase was faced by row upon row of girls glowering up at him.

Obviously, the girls of St Angela Merici's Academy didn't like getting their picture taken.

A scribbled note in the corner caught his eye. 'Up 4, Across 20.' Obediently, he followed the instructions and his finger came to lay upon Kristen's face. Her expression wasn't much different than the other girls', but the girl beside Kristen seemed to make Chase smile. She stood, surly, with an angry sort of pout and shifty looking eyes, her eyebrows knitted together in a sort of disapproving frown. It wasn't until he recognized the dark curls pulled back by a uniform white alice band that he realized it was a thirteen year old Rebecca. And on the next double-spread, there were more pictures of her, that Kristen had sent him when she was at school. Kristen and Rebecca pulling grotesque faces, doing cartwheels on a vast green. A few had another girl in them who was equally as beautiful as the two with blood red hair that reached the small of her back and big, saucer-like bright blue eyes. The next pages were just Kristen and Chase, obviously in the holidays. There were a few of Kristen back at St Hilary's – obviously older – with Rebecca, the red-head and another pretty girl who looked a bit Amish.

And with a flick of the last page, Kristen was no more.

Chase closed the book and slid it back in it's rightful place. He caught himself thinking if he'd ever go back out with Kristen Williams.

But I love Zoey now. Remember Zoey? The girl you dumped Kristen for in the first place?

But Kristen didn't know that. Kristen thought that he figured long-term relationships were a mental strain. Kristen thought that he guessed she's way too pretty for him. Kristen thought he was tired of other guys drooling over her.

Well, Kristen thought wrong.

Knock knock.

Rebecca slid off her bunk and padded across the room to the door. She opened it, allowing a sliver of light to shine through and looking out with her left eye.

"Yeeeessss?" She drawled.

"Bec, it's me," came Nate's voice irritably, "open the stupid door already."

She pulled the door back, allowing him to step in. When he did, she closed the door and stared at him.

"Uh…you knocked?"

"I take it you heard Kristen was here," Nate sighed, sitting down on Nicole's bed. She made a mental note to tell Nicole that, as she'd want to keep the duvet unwashed until the end of time from then on.

"Well, from Zoey crashing in, demolishing the room in a fit of total rage then collapsing in the middle of the floor," she paused lightly, "then I'd say yeah. Oh, and how can I forget the delightful little visit I got from Dana Cruz ten minutes ago where she close to snapped off both my arms and beat me to death with them while she cursed Kristen until the sun went down." She rolled her eyes dramatically, "Yeah, I heard."

"Are you, uh, pleased?"

"Am I pleased? Am I pleased?" She echoed, pacing back and forth, "Nathan, do you think I'm pleased? Do you think I want the girl who I escaped from in the first place here? Do you think I want her pissing off all my friends and driving them to insanity?"

"Okay, okay, calm it," Nate beckoned for her to sit down. She did so.

"Don't tell me you came here to ask if I was ecstatic about dearest Kristy-Kins return."

Nate stared across at Rebecca as she sank into a sitting hunch. Even in her tired and worn Joie jeans, her bright green string vest, and her inexcusably bad posture, she oozed gorgeousness. She radiated. He saw Rebecca as an ultimate, not one second of the day would go past where she'd look for the worse. She was kind, witty, smart and beautiful. Every guy's dream.

"Uh…no," he shook his head, "it was about the fashion show."

Rebecca looked startled for a second, but she recovered and went back to her hunch-back like demeanor.

"I didn't know you knew about that," she said, her face in the shadows.

"Well, Nicole was chatting away like a chipmunk on helium about it to Michael Barret in math," Nate shrugged, "and somehow, Kristen found out about it."

Even from the darkness, Nate could tell Rebecca's was frowning dramatically.

"And she wants in on it, considering you and her were," Nate paused and put on a high, sickly, English-posh tone that sounded like his step-sister, "'Like, totally inseparable. Eh my word Natie, you gotta totally let me do this fashion show thingy! Becca and I used to do fashion design at St A's, it'll be sooooooooo much fun!'"

Rebecca shuffled forwards so her face was in view, but she looked grave and worried.

"She's not in Room 101 though," she sighed, "Zoey'll freak."

"Do you not like her? Kristen, I mean."

"I do, she's my friend, it's just, a little too much of her can be," she paused, "a toxic overdose. And when she's on a high…venomous overdose."

"Well, that's another thing, she just figured out that Zoey Brookes was the girl that dragged both Art and Chase Matthews away from her, and she's pretty vengeful and annoyed," Nate raked a hand through his long, sandy hair, "and she says she's got something Zoey might want back, and if she doesn't give her a place in the fashion show, she's going to expose it all to the school, apparently."

Rebecca stared at Nate in disbelief.

"And you didn't try to stop her!"

"Well, what was I looking for?" Nate said defensively, "Why on earth would I know what Zoey Brookes kept hidden?"

Suddenly, Rebecca's mind start working on overdrive.

She slid off the edge of the bed, went down on her hands and knees and peered under Zoey's bed.

The Converse AllStars box was gone.

MrsLoganReese, thanks for reviewing again, and here are your answers : Nicole's big plot is for something else, I don't want to give too much away but it does involve her casting for her line and Art's popular and good-looking sporting clique. Adrienne House was the current 'Number One' before Rebecca came, and she took place as 'Number Two'. Now that Kristen had arrived, she is now 'Number Three,' and not happy about it. And yes, Kristen is in to shake everything up, but she's been ready to go in for a long time, I was just waiting for the place to insert her. While she's positively unbearable at times, she does shine through and help some major plot lines along without realizing it…you'll see given time.

PranksterPrefect, thanks for taking the time to review, and thanks for the kind words. Much treasured. Here, have some pie.