A/N: Of those of you who had read this story before, the previous chapters have some changes due to the new style I'm taking. I was unhappy with the excessive fluff so I give it another tried. Hope you like it though.

This chapter isn't very good as I just wrote whatever came into my head at the time but, oh well, hope you like it. This is an AU as you might notice cause it'll probably won't follow most of the next episode in season three. No Mary Sues though. Need a beta!

Disclaimer: I'm not a male. I don't live in USA or Canada. I don't have such good imagination. Therefore, I'm not Jim Rapsas and I don't own the show or any of the characters on it. I'm just borrowing them.

Chapter III: Paranoia

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While the first five minutes seemed interesting enough, now Vaughn was a bit tired of his little game of throwing his football to the ceiling and catching it back.

He was bored of his mind.

But his other option was even less appealing.

It was Saturday morning, science club meeting.

He'd go pleading 'Josie, hear me out'; she'd be like 'WHAT THE HELL SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU BIG LIER?'

Then she'd stormed out after eyeing daggers until making his head bleed. Of course she'd be shortly followed by Lucas who'd glared him until piercing a hole through his already stabbed crane.

Corrine would go after them sending him an 'I'm sorry' look.

Marshall would try to break the ice commenting on the weather but then would run away with a fake 'Lucas, are you calling me?' line.

Z of course, would give him an 'Oops! Nice try' and with a pat in the back he'd be left alone in the classroom feeling like a complete moron.

What a happy prospect.

Have your head bitten or die out of boredom?

As the latter seem less painful, he breathed deeply and kept with the game.

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"Vaughn is evil…"

"Lucas…"

"Vaughn is wrong for you…"

"Lucas…"

"He's Beelzebub's seed, spawn of Satan…"

"Lucas…"

"And he's gained some weight too…"

"LUCAS! I'm awake. Why are doing 'spirit fingers'"

"Spirit? ...I was trying to sound like a ghost-dream. You know, like the ones from "A Christmas Carol"?

"O-kay…?"

"…"

"…"

"Lucas?"

"Uh?"

"Why were you pretending to be a Christmas Carol ghost?"

"Not being one. Being LIKE one. There's a huge difference"

"What?...Whatever. Why were you doing that?"

Lucas wasn't blushing. He was emitting heat capable of fry an egg. Hiding his face with Mr. Bunnypants, he answered with a muffle voice.

"Iwastryntohipnotizu"

"What? Lucas, get that thing out of your face!"

And so he did but continued to stare at the floor, finding his shoes very interesting at the moment.

"Now, why were you playing Little Tim?"

"I was trying to hypnotize you"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"Josie"

"…"

"Josie?"

"…"

"Say something"

"…"

"…"

"HAHAHAHAHA"

"At least you're saying something"

Lucas mumbled, watching her friend crying her eyes out of laughter. Something he'd never expected to see in his life was Josie Trent rolling in the floor like a mad woman trying desperately to stop her laughter and failing miserably. Oh the Joy.

"You were…and you really…when I was…"

She couldn't even finish a sentence and Lucas wasn't too happy to be the object of her mock. He didn't think it was a funny subject after all. Many scientists believe in Hypnotism, in was no matter of laughter.

"Are you done yet?" he asked annoyed

"Josie, what are you laughing …LUCAS!"

Lucas watched as a very fast Corrine ran back to the bathroom, holding desperately the sides of her bath robe together. Through the shut door, the girl yelled

"RANDALL! Get your butt off of my room this instant!"

"But Corrine…"

"Now Lucas!"

Josie's insistent giggling just got worse to the point that she could've barely breathe. Lucas might have the biggest crush on the girl but, while being kicked out of the room, the only thing he wished for was for the red head to choke on her laughter.

ooOOooOOooOOooOOoo

After the now calmed Josie had retailed the story to her friend, Corrine's expression was a mix of comprehension and thoughtfulness. Really not an unusual expression for her.

"Corrine, what's wrong?"

"Well it's just that, I was thinking…"

Josie stopped herself from commenting 'As usual' and let her continue with no interruptions.

"I don't know Josie but I think this crush Lucas has on you is, well, blinding him a bit."

"What do you mean? Blinding him? How?" asked a confused girl trying to quickly cover up the whole 'crush' thing

"Don't misunderstand me. Lucas is one of my best friends but I'm worried about him. He feels that, as he can't compete with Vaughn's exterior, he's trying to prove he's a bad guy. I mean, they got along just fine before you started dating Vaughn. Now he almost despises him."

"But I'm not dating Vaughn anymore; I barely talk to him."

"C'mon Josie. You know you'll forgive him eventually" she said matter-of-factly.

"You don't know that for sure" responded the skater, playing with her CD avoiding at any cost the gaze of her friend.

"Of course you will because deep down you want to trust him. You know he made a mistake but so did you. He deserves to be trusted again. It's just Lucas reaction that makes me uneasy"

"You don't think he'll try anything radical, do you?"

"I'm afraid he might. And I am afraid he might think he is doing the right thing."

For all those who didn't catch on the "Spirit fingers" line, go rent "Bring it on". You'll cry, you'll laugh but most important, you'llask yourself'What were they thinking?'

Oh, I never saw A Christmas Carol if that's even the correct name and I remember vaguely someone by the name of Tim but I was too lazy to look it up.

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