Heyyyy guys! Wow, I never knew that 2 chapters could bring over 150 hits up...now all we have to do is turn the hits into reviews..even if its a one worded one..haha. anyways..special thanks to everyone who reviewed..and I shall dedicate the next chapter to people that have reviewed..yah, I know..I'm generous.

More author notes at the bottom...

Btw, I've also tried to rewrite some other things..because I have a fear of lawyers and am not willing to see them..or hear from them in anyway..basically I do not want to associate with them in anyway.

Disclaimer - Yes, scenes are based on Gossip Girl..suing me is utterly pointless, unless you really want that overdue slushie from me..although I don't know why you want to..seeing how you'd get a better slushie from the guy hiding in the garbage bin at your local downtown pub.

This chapter shall be dedicated to my darling bff online - Maymay-chan..aka mura.SUkiiiidaayo, most awesome and laughable person I have ever met.

While the school's juniors and seniors were starting their second midterm exam, Ariel was in health class, discussing love, sex, shampoo, and the physiognomies of boys, among other random things.

Eleven freshman girls sat in a circle on the floor beneath a sunny window in a cozy nook of a room that had been specifically designed by the school for intimate classes like ninth-grade health. On the floor was a plush crimson carpet instead of the institutional red gleaming hardwood floors that have covered the floors of the rest of the school. The walls were painted a cheerful cornflower blue, bordered in crisp line white. There was a small, freestanding chalkboard with plenty of colored chalk for the teacher to draw diagrams; and most importantly, there were no desks, allowing the girls to relax their bodies and really talk about what was on their minds.

The class was taught by Ms.Campbell, the New Age hippie dance teacher, who was twenty-five, with a gorgeous, yoga toned body, long auburn hair, and a pale face that was always completely free of makeup. She was the only teacher in the gym department who wasn't totally butch, and the girls would have loved her easygoing, open manner if it weren't for her tendency to talk about embarrassing body parts like they were family dog. Ms. Campbell let the girls choose the topics for discussion, so they usually spent the bulk of class time talking about boys.

"I honestly don't understand how we're supposed to meet people of the opposite sex when we spent ninety percent of our time in an all-girls evnrioment," a girl named Joey compalined. She ran her hands carefully over her perfectly blowdried blond hair, which she'd been getting highlighted every other month at the John Barrett Salon since forth grade.

Ariel sat next to Joey, marveling at how perfect everything about her was. Her French manicured nails, her golden beige tanning salon tan, her subtly applied Chanel mascara, eye shadow, and lip gloss, the square Cartier diamond studs in her ears, and her crisp white D&G top. Maybe if Joey didn't spend so much time grooming herself, she'd have more free time to meet boys.

Ms. Campbell smiled her placid, benevolent smile. "I know it's hard, Joey," she said sympathetically. "All I can suggest is to get involved in some of those coed interschool activities like drama and glee club. And if your friends have friends who are boys, don't be shy-ask them to introduce you!"

"Ms. Campbell, do you think you have to be in love with a guy to be with him?" Kimberly asked. Kimberly looked exactly like Snow White from the fairy tale, with thick black hair, red, full lips and long lashed gray eyes, although she was definitely not pure as the driven snow. Kimberly had gotten her period in fourth grade and the rumor was she'd lost her virginity in sixth. Originally, she had had the biggest chest in the class, but over the past year Ariel's chest had far exceeded Kimberly's.

Ms. Campbell tucked a stray auburn hair behind her ear and smoothed out her eyebrows, obviously trying to think of a tactful way of answering the question while drawing out further discussion. But before she could say anything, little Ariel piped up.

"Yes, definetly. I mean, maybe it takes a while for both of you to realize you're in love, but if you aren't, then I think you should break up."

The entire class, including Ms.Campbell, stared at her. Ms. Campbell was staring because Ariel never spoke in class and she'd had no idea Ariel was so opinionated. She had always thought of her as an idiot that was always quiet. The girls were staring because they all knew Ariel had managed to snag Branden away from Sakura Kinomoto, which was really quite amazing, seeing how Sakura was the most prettiest, hottest and bitchiest girl in school, and there was no way she could have done it unless she was putting out, big time. Was Ariel secretly even sluttier than Kimberly? And was she now admitting it?

When Ariel noticed everyone looking at her, she blushed. "I mean, I don't' think you have to break up if you haven't said "I love you" to each other yet, because maybe you still like hanging out together and everything and you're just waiting for the right time to say it."

Ms. Campbell nodded and smiled her lipstick-free smile. Love was one of her favourite topics. "The first tiem you fall in love, it can be hard to recognize. Some people even mistake it for the flu!"

A few of the girls giggled at the lame joke and Ariel smiled to herself. She knew what Ms. Campbell meant. Sometimes Ariel felt so dizzy and faint when she was with Branden, she could easily have been coming down with the pneunomia or something.

Ms.Campbell went on. "But I also don't think you have to be in love to have a relationship. You're only fourteen. It's not like you're going to marry the guy, right? You're just learning how to be with people. It's like trying on clothes. You have to try all different styles and sizes to see which ones suit you the best!"

Ariel frowned. She didn't want to try on all different styles and sizes. She only wanted Branden.

"Wait, are we talking about having sex with someone you aren't in love with, or just, like, hanging out?" a girl named Jamie asked craftily. She twisted her pink leater armband around and around on her wrist. "Cuz, like, I really think you should be in love if you're going to have sex."

"Oh definintely," Ariel agreed quickly, blushing again.

The rest of the class stared at her again. So she was admitting to having sex with Branden or denying it? Whoever was going to tell Sakura this was so going to earn a day of going to a spa with her if this was true.

Ariel hadn't even been talking about sex, but now she realized that was what Jessica meant when she'd said "be with" a guy. She pulled a strand of yarn out of the red carpet. For her, sex wasn't even the issue. It was love. How long should she wait before she told Branden that she loved him? Or should she wait for him to say it? And what about Sakura? She was giving her cold and mean looks all night on Saturday, having Sakura as an enemy was not exactly a good thing. Everyone wanted to be on her good side.

She raised her hand again, but Jessica raised her hand first. "Ms. Campbell, is it true you should alternate between different shampoos when you wash your hair to avoid buildup?" Jessica had wavy honey-colored hair that hung down to her butt, and her locker was full of hair products.

Ms. Campbell looked at Jessica blankly. "Don't quote me on this, but I think as long as you use a good product with all natural ingredients that don't cause buildup, you can use the same shampoo every time." She smiled and turned back to Ariel, eager to get back to the subject of love. "Yes, Ariel? You had your hand up?"

Ariel looked up at the ceiling, choosing her words carefully. But before she could even start Joey rudely interrupted her. "Is it true that all the feeling is in the end part of the penis?" She asked, her black eyebrows knitted together seriously, as if she were asking the most important question of her life.

The rest of the class erupted into giggles. Joey always asked the most outrageous questions, but they were all extremely glad when she did.

"Joey, please don't interrupt your classmates," Ms. Campbell said evenly. "Brieflym the answer to your question is yes, the tip of the penis is very sensitive, but sensitivity varies from penis to penis." She turned back to Ariel. "Ariel you were saying?"

Ariel let out a snort and her cheeks turned pink. Penis, penis, penis! The word always made her giggle.

"Yes?" Ms. Campbell prompted.

Ariel covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, it was nothing."

Kimberly's eyes narrowed. "What's so funny, Ariel? Is that Branden's most sensitive part? The tip?"

Ariel stopped smiling and cross her arms over her chest. Her whole body blushed a dark, flaming red.

"Remember Kimberly, no naming names," Ms. Campbell cautioned. She cleared her throat. "I want to remind you girls again that our discussions are confidential. Nothing said here will be repeated outside this group."

Yeah, right. Then how come everyone in the entire school knew that Hilary Armstrong didn't use tampons because her parents thought if she did, she wouldn't be a virgin anymore?

Ariel wasn't stupid. She knew that whatever she said would definetly be repeated, so she decided it was safter not to say antyhing than to say something that might be taken the wrong way. Besides, she knew that alot of the girls would be telling Sakura Kinomoto this anytime.

As the other girls continued the talk with penises, Ariel tuned them all out, preferring to stick to the subject of love. If boys were like clothes, the way Ms. Campbell said, then Branden was like her first pair of True Religions that she'd bought and only worn on special occasions because they were so nice and she didn't want them to get dirty. But the more she wore them and the more she washed them, the better they fit, until it got so she couldn't live without them - they were the perfect fit. And if she knew so absolutely how she felt about him then what was the harm in telling him?

Sakura had handed in a draft of her Yale admissions essay earlier that morning, and when the AP French and AP calculus exams were finally over, she dropped by the school's college advirsor's office to see if Ms. Miller had read it yet.

Ms. Miller was sorting through her files, her surprisingly long, trim legs crossed neatly at the knees. "Oh, hello, Sakura. Why don't you sit down?"

Sakura narrowed her eyes and stared crtically at Ms. Mller's ugly brown orthopedic shoes. What waste to have such great legs for an older woman and absolutely no taste in shoes. She sat down in the hard wooden chair across from her desk.

"I read your essay," Ms. Miller said. She thumbed through the stack of files on her desk until she found the one marked Kinomoto. Then she pursed her think lips.

Sakura raised her dark, neatly plucked eyebrows. "And?"

Ms. Miller looked up. Her mouse brown hair curled under at the bottom, just grazing her chin. It looked exactly the same every time Sakura saw her and was so obviously a wig. "I think you'd better take another stab at if you're really serious about getting into Yale."

It took a moment for Sakura to register what her advisor had said. "But-"

Ms. Miller opened Sakura's file and stabbed at the stapled pages inside with a long, nasty yellow fingernail. "This is a perfectly adequate essay on the life of Audrey Hepburn," she said."But it doesn't say anything about you. You need to show Yale that you can write well, that you can think creatively, and that you can give an extraordinary answer to an ordinary question." She handed the essay back to Sakura.

Sakura held the six stapled pages between her thumbs and forefinger, the temples throbbing. She was dying to tell Ms. Miller to fuck off and buy herself a new wig while she was at it but she knew the college advisor was extremely good at her job, and if anyone could help her get into Yale, Ms. Miller could.

"Okay," she said tersley. "I'll try again."

"Good," her college advisor replied. "I wish you the best of luck."

Sakura looked at her for a moment and decided to say something polite as she stood up, even if she had been offended just now. "Have a merry Christmas then," she said.

"Merry Christmas Sakura," replied Ms. Miller, taking a sip of coffee.

Sakura left the office and closed the door behind her, she dropped her seven page essay in the silver trashcan in the hallway and sighed. So much for the thought of tanning and having fun at St. Bart's with Tomoyo, she'd have to go by herself because Sakura would now have to be stuck inside rewriting her essay during the fucking holidays.

She started up the stairs to the fourth floor to retrieve her Escada coat from her locker, bumping into Tina and Niki on their way downstairs, what joy.

"How was your exam?" Tina asked. It had rained this morning and her hair was still a little damp and stuck to her forehead.

Sakura shrugged. "Stupid and pointless." She shook her hair away from her face. She was tired of talking about school and grades and everything else, especially with these two.

Nikki ran her fingers through her short dark hair. "I know it sounds sort of gay, but I think studying and going to be earlier for me really helped. I mean I thought the test was sorta of easy."

Sakura said nothing, she really wanted to go home or somewhere else, anything was fine as long as she was no longer in this school.

Tina nodded. "It was short too. But did you see Tomoyo? She was still sitting there doing nothing when we left."

Obviously she left out the part about Tomoyo signing autographs. No way was she going to admit to Sakura that she had gotten herself one as well.

"She probably did alright," Sakura said loyally. Tomoyo never really studied for anything and wasn't in any AP classes, but she always managed to get by well enough by writing decent papers and actually trying to pay attention in class. She was smart too, not that any other girls here weren't, but she stood out from a lot of them.

"So what happened with you and Syaoran on Saturday?" Tina asked.

Sakura blinked at them, what was their problem? The last time they hung out together, they'd passed out in the back of the limo and Sakura had ditched them. Now they were acting like they were the best of friends. But Sakura really didn't want to chitchat with them about some guy she was probably never going to see again so they could start gossiping and spreading rumors about her all over the school and Hong Kong.

"Nothing really," she replied.

"Oooh," Nikki cooed. "She's being secretive. That means something must have happened."

'Get a life,' thought Sakura. She rolled her eyes and said, "Whatever."

"What did Ms. Miller say about your essay?" Tina asked nosily.

This was the problem of being in a small school. Everyone knew everything about everyone. Sakura was pretty annoyed by this.

"She liked it," Sakura lied. She turned and went up the stairs again. "See you guys later. I have to get home by now."

"Wait!" Tina called.

Sakura sighed and turned around. "What?"

"Is it true that Tomoyo and Rob are engaged?"

Sakura tried her hardest not to laugh. She knew she should have probably told them the facts, but it would be interesting to see what would happen.

"Yup," she said. "Isn't it crazy? I hope everything works out for them."

The two girls glanced at each other, they both had juicy secrets that had just been confirmed by a very reliable source.

"So are you two going to St. Barts together still?" Nikki demanded.

"Yeah," answered Sakura. "We're going to go plan the wedding there."

"Do you think she'll ask us to be bridesmaids?" asked Tina.

Sakura turned and went up a couple more steps. "Maybe," she called. "If you're really nice to her."

Next chapter shall be somewhat different from the book, because I've finished writing it already...Heres some responses for the reviewers..

Michelle - Yeah, kinda..ish. I dunno how it'll turn it..bleh, Im an unorganized person. Thanks for the review!

Crystal - Yes..I know that. I kinda like Blair more than "Sernea" anyways..but the ending won't be the same as the books..I hate their endings anyways. And you wouldn't want Sakura jumping all over the place and dancing on tables like Serena would you? Thanks for reviewing anywhoo..hope to hear from you soon...

Lyra Sakura - Sterotyped? How? It's kind of how I live my life too..without that much drama..But yeah, I have horrible grammar and spelling errors. I'll try and edit it later on. Thanks for reviewing.