A/N

Oooookay! I've been real pleased with all the reviews, guys, keep on reviewing me! Even if you wanna say "hi" or "I ing hate your story GAHHHHHD" or something. From this chapter out, I will not be following the course of the movie quite as tightly as before. I may still include the scene at homecoming, etc., but it's unlikely. While we're doing all these switcharoos, we may make Gwen be a good girl. I'll decide when I come to it. Also, I'm SOOOO sorry that this has taken so long. School and stuff, plus major writer's block. Oh, and this chapter is entirely about the pairing of Magenta and Warren. Wheehee, weird-colored hair!

Disclaimer

I do not own any of these characters.

Chapter Three: "A Match Made In Hell"

The next few weeks passed rather painfully for the new freshmen. They settled into the harsh regime of their classes and began to get a grip on things. As soon as they were all well acquainted with the school and teachers, the social life that is high school began to thrive. Party invitations were handed out and homecoming was planned. Soon enough the class had divided into groups: the large group of identicals known as the "popular" kids, the smaller group "nerds," and those who sat on the sidelines, watching the two clash.

One lunch period, halfway through the first semester, Magenta chanced to be sitting at the table closest to Warren's, alone. Having two loner tables had placed much strain on the rest of the student population, so people were packed like sardines.

Warren looks at Maj's table, muttering to himself. Seeming to reach a decision, he stood up with his tray. Everyone in the cafeteria stared at him. He scowled at them, and they went back to their trays. He shook his head as if to clear it, and sat down across from Magenta at her table. Surprised, she looked up at him.

"What the hell do you want?" He glared at her.

"Do you have anyone to go to Homecoming with?" He asked her bluntly.

She stared at him. "No... why?"

Warren coughed. "Youwannagotothadancewimme?" Seeing the girl's blank stare, he gulped. "What I mean is, do you want to go to the dance with me?"

Her eyebrows shot up. "Uhh... sure."

With that, the fire-controller stood and returned to his table, ignoring the stares and whispers from the students squeezed into the cafeteria.

While everyone was staring at Warren, nobody noticed as Magenta into a guinea pig, and scurried away.

In the girls' bathroom, Magenta morphed back into her human form. Leaning on the dirty white sink, she gazed at her face behind all the swear words and pairing-hearts scratched into the mirror. She barely recognized herself. Confused, she scanned her face for what was wrong. Then she saw it - she had applied blush that morning.

"WTF," she muttered impassively, before scrubbing at her face with a wet, scratchy, brown paper towel. She scrubbed for a minute or two before she realized it wasn't coming off -- it wasn't blush makeup, but an actual blush across her features! Swearing like a sailor, she buried her face in her hands. When she looked up again, her face was normal, but her eyeliner was smeared. Wiping it off to redo it, she muttered to herself.

"Why would being asked out by that, that punk, make me blush? I mean, seriously, it's not like I even like him, he's a total jerk, plus he's a loner, and hey, how is that cool?" She conveniently forgot the fact that she was a loner too. "Anyways, he's not even hot... I definitely don't like him..."

"You sound so sure." Adjusting her eye focus, Maj looked behind her to see the six girls Will had been so interested in on their first day. "I can tell you like her, it's like, so obvious." She glittered back into her single form and put her hand on her hip.

Magenta smiled at her best friend. "Hey, Penny! You'll NEVER believe what happened to me at lunch!"

"Au contraire, girlfriend. Warren Peace asked you to Homecoming." Penny smirked. "I'm the social butterfly, remember?"

Maj clicked her tongue. "How could I forget?"

"So, you gonna go with him?"

"I dunno..." The shapeshifter looked down.

"Well, of course you are!" Penny held the sides of Magenta's face and forced her to look up at her. "You like him, he obviously likes you, so go with him!"

"I wish it were that simple... but yeah, I guess I will."

"Well then, no time to lose, we have to find you a dress, pronto! C'mon, we can skip the rest of the day. I know these great shops. Ever heard of DEB?" Chattering on about dress shops and styles, Penny and Magenta walked out of the school.

A/N: Sorry it took forever! I'm SO embarrassed. Anyhow! R&R, and flames are definitely welcome. Tell me how much I suck, please!

moondust0109: Not exactly hurried, but here it is, an update for you. Glad you like it... I think...

YoginiGal: You've got no idea how good it makes me feel that you won't tar and feather me. That'd be painful, no? I'll keep writing, though.