Author's notes: As always, another update…and I think I'm going to bump up the rating to M because of future chapters but hey…mainly due to language. Read, enjoy, and review.

Disclaimed: C'mon, you know I don't own anything, with the exception of random students.

Carly impatiently paced back and forth in front of the Waffle House glancing at the clock every so often. She was waiting for Blake to come pick her up, it was nearly 7: 35, her shift ended twenty minutes ago, and in typical Blake fashion, he was late.

'Maybe they're stuck in traffic,' she figured at first, 'nah, then he would've called,' then more thoughts began to fill Carly's head, 'Wait, Blake doesn't have a cell phone, Paige does, so how would I know if he's in traffic or not? But, didn't Paige said she'd come with Blake to pick me up?' She recalled. The more Carly thought about it, the more she began to freak herself out, 'Paige has a phone, she'd call me if she was in traffic, and if I haven't received a call by now…' the color drained out of her face as it occurred to her something might've happened. '…What if they're in an accident…oh jeez…' Carly shook her head and attempted being optimistic. 'Not possible, Blake loves that Cadillac Escalade too much to crash…then again, Paige has a tendency to distract him…oye vey.' Carly felt as if her mind was going to break if she continued thinking about all those horrible scenarios.

Carly placed her hand on her forehead and stopped pacing to calm herself down. 'I'm sure they're fine, nothing bad happened to them, no creepy serial killers snuck into the backseat of the car and slashed their throats or anything…maybe I should just stop thinking…yeah, I'm going to stop now.'

To keep her mind off of Blake, Paige and the car, she continued to pace while humming a bit of a tune in her head. No sooner, did a blue 2004 Cadillac Escalade pulled up in front of the Waffle House. "Yo Carly, sorry we're late, I wasn't paying attention and made a couple wrong turns," Blake apologized through the rolled down windows.

Carly climbed in the backseat as Paige added, "Yeah, if I hadn't noticed, we probably would be on the road heading straight to Palatka or somewhere." She noted before Blake got on the road.

"You guys were actually going to drive out of the city? Even when you have a GPS?" Carly asked slightly abashed at her friends' idiocy…'no offence of course.'

"Almost drove out of the city, and I didn't use the GPS because I know how to get here, etched in my memory." Blake replied.

"You mean you thought you knew how to get here," Paige corrected as she turned on the GPS.

"What're you doin'?" Blake asked slightly puzzled as to why the blonde was screwing around with his car. Blake was kind of protective about his car, it was his baby, he saved up a lot of money for it, and so he kind of flipped out if anyone messed with it beside himself. Not that anyone could blame him; his car was nice, no denying it. A 2004 Cadillac Escalade, black leather interior, surround sound speakers, twenty three miles a gallon, cruise control and a GPS are amongst Blake's cars various features. Not to mention it was quite roomy.

"Making sure you don't get lost again or drive us to Alachua on accident." Paige answered while punching in the address of her and Carly's apartment building.

"Baby, c'mon, it was just a mistake!" Blake exclaimed as the GPS directed him to make a left turn, which he executed swiftly.

"See? See? You were going to miss that left turn if I hadn't turned it on!" Paige argued.

'Oh boy,' Carly sensed a quarrel was going to break out between the couple, so she retreated into her seat.

Unlike Carly predicted, no fight broke out, or at least not a verbal one, Blake and Paige both reduced to giving each other the silent treatment instead. Carly felt as if the world was on mute, no sound seemed to penetrate the car, with the exception of the occasional GPS giving directions, but other than that the air was dead. 'Well, when we get home I'm sure they'll kiss and make up.' Carly guessed.

Blake pulled into the parking lot of their building and unlocked the doors to let the two girls out. "Bye Blake," Carly said as she exited the car. Blake answered her with a simple later and then called for Paige just as she was about to enter the building.

Paige turned around and shot him a look despite her suppose to be giving him the silent treatment, Carly froze too, but kept moving when Paige made a face asking for her to be left alone. Carly shrugged and trudged upstairs and waited for Paige in front of their room since she had the keys.

"What?" the blonde asked her boyfriend as she approached him.

"Look, I'm sorry, it was an honest mistake. You were right…I should've paid closer attention to the road." He apologized.

Paige smiled and gave him an 'I-told-you-so' look. "Alright, you know I can't stay mad at you for long."

"C'mere," Blake gestured for Paige to lean closer. She leaned in and the two of them began to make out slowly, t kept getting hotter and hotter until Paige accidentally rested her hand on the steering wheel causing the horn to blare loudly and snapped the two of them out of their session.

"I should go now." Paige said as Blake gave her a peck on the cheek as good-bye.

A moment later, Paige met up with Carly in front of the door and opened their room, "So did you make up with Blake?" Carly asked as she headed to the bathroom to take a shower.

"Of course, he's just too loveable to be mad at." Paige commented. "What day is it today?" She asked.

"Tuesday," Carly called from the bathroom as she turned on the shower to get the temperature just right.

"So tomorrows Wednesday, so that means, no classes tomorrow! Yes! Do you have work tomorrow Car?" She realized.

"Um, no, I don't think so, I'll have to check once I'm out of the shower," Carly answered as she entered the shower to get cleaned off.

Paige shrugged to herself; she had already taken a shower earlier so she could look better kept together than this morning. She checked the clock, which read eight-seventeen, and scanned her memory to find out if they were going out tonight or not. Finding no such plans, she headed towards her room to change into her sleeping gear, a light pink tank top and white shorts.

Paige headed into the kitchen and heated up some left over pasta for dinner, she plopped down on the couch turned on the TV and began surfing the channels trying to find something nice to watch as she relaxed and ate. Not much later she settled on a comedy-romance movie she discovered.

Carly walked out of the shower and began to dry herself off, once finished she grabbed her moisturizer and proceeded to rub the lotion into her skin before heading towards her room to get dressed in her black pajama bottoms and blue halter sleeping top. She headed back to the bathroom and preceded to blow dry her ash brown hair; half an hour later her hair was dry, neat and set. She strolled into the living room where she found Paige lounging on the couch watching some movie.

"What's for dinner?" Carly asked her blonde best friend.

Paige turned her head slightly to meet Carly's gaze, "Um, there's some left over spaghetti in the fridge from last night, you can heat that up." She suggested.

Carly raised a fine brow, "Anything else?"

"Look for yourself."

A small smile tugged at Carly's lips, "Alright, just remember to clean that dish," she pointed at the dirty plate on the coffee table.

Paige rolled her bright blue eyes, "Yes mom," She mumbled jokingly as Carly wandered into the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator and examined the contents of it, after looking it over; she decided to finish off the pasta. As she waited for the microwave to warm it up she leaned against the counter recalling her hectic day, 'Well, at least I can relax tomorrow and finish some assignments…which Paige will probably copy off of.' She ran her hand through her head as she tried to recall what classes she had on Thursday. "Journalism, Calculus, and…Literature…which means seeing Wade again." Carly remembered, before she could dwell on him any longer, the microwave beeped signaling her spaghetti was finished.

Carly grabbed her plate and joined Paige in watching the movie, "What movie is this?" she asked as she got comfortable on the sofa after Paige had made room by scooting over.

"Uh…" Paige pressed the info button on the remote, "'Just Married'" she read the title.

"Oh, heard it was a good movie."

"So far it is," Paige answered, "Now shush, I wanna watch." She said mesmerized by the scene in which the power in the entire castle burned out. The two girls silently watched their movie while letting out a few fits of sniggering when they found something funny.

Carly and Paige trudged heavily into literature class and sat next to Blake.

"Hi girls, how was your free day from school?" He greeted referring to yesterday. Blake didn't have free days on Wednesday; instead he had one class of Physics.

"Horrible!" Carly and Paige snapped at the same time.

"Oh, and why's that?"

"When I was dropped off at work, I was forced to work a double shift, so I was practically working while doing homework at the same time!" Carly exclaimed, yesterday they were short on hands and so Carly had to stay overtime, and due to her working extra, she knew she wasn't going to have time to finish her school assignments at home so she had to get started on them while she worked at the diner. Within three hours of her shifts Carly had managed to drop two trays of glasses, mix up the orders on about five tables, fill the salt shakers with sugar and the sugar dispensers with salt, pour hot coffee on the hands of four customers who covered their cups to indicate to the waitress they've had enough–practically an idiotic move on their part, and she ran into a chair causing her to trip and spill scolding hot coffee into the lap of a customer. And that's not the worst part, as the day went on, she just got worse and worse, klutzy, clumsy and stumblefucking through the whole day. At one point she even spilled tea all over her homework.

"Elaborate please?" Blake asked.

"Please don't make me relive that horrible day," was Carly's simple response.

"Okay, how 'bout you Paige, what was so horrible about your day?"

Paige shuddered, "Well, you know how when you can't take Carly to work she takes the bus right?" Blake nodded, "Well, just as she was ready to leave and my mom called and asked if I could go shopping for her, and well, I didn't want to say no because she's my mom. So, when she stops by to pick me up and Carly's ready to walk to the bus stop, my mom offered her a ride, and well, Carly refused, but mom just doesn't take no for an answer, she was practically on her hands and knees begging to drop her off, so she finally accepted, although I think if Carly kept refusing my mother probably would've dragged her there anyways.

"Anyways, blah, blah, blah, we drop Carly off and she drags me around the mall to go shopping and well, it was okay at first, but then it just went downhill from there, she started trying on the most whacked outfits ever, or at least they looked ridicules and gaudy on her, versus people nowadays. She told me she was trying to keep up with the time to, I dunno, look young. So like, she's wearing mini skirts, tube tops, trying on sexy lingerie, it's just…oh my god, I can't even explain how horrible it was to watch my mother try to look young and sexy–she looked like the middle aged prostitute no one wants you find on your street corner on crystal meth! That look just so didn't suit her and I tried convincing her all day that her classy look fit her better, but she just wouldn't listen and kept buying the 'in' clothes.

"As we got ready to leave, she forgot she tried a thong she didn't like and had it lying on her purse to return it, and well, as we walked through the security censor thingies they started going off and security got a hold of us and accused us of shop lifting, which technically we were but weren't aware of it so…yeah we waited in the office for maybe three and a half hours trying to convince them it was an accident. When I got home, Carly still wasn't there, and I was worn out, but I still hadn't done my schoolwork and I actually had to do it, myself! With no help! It was murder!" Paige sighed after recapping her terrible day. "I'd take five straight classes of McCall blabbering on about nothing over yesterday any time."

"Defiantly," Carly agreed with her best friend, "Wait a minute, what do you mean help from me on your assignments? You just copy my answers."

"Well, right…same concept, but on the classes we don't share you help me with."

Carly narrowed her eyes, "True." Then she glanced at Blake, who was pretty much staring off into space. "Um, Paige, I think something's up with your boyfriend over there." She pointed out.

Paige knitted her brows together into a frown; she began to snap her fingers in front of Blake's face to grasp his attention, "Uh, Blake? Hello? Earth to Blake, anybody home?"

Blake suddenly shuddered, "The horror of your mother dressing like that,"

"You've never met my mother so how would you know what she looked like?"

"For one, you showed me a picture of her, and second, the mental image is disturbing, but that aside, hope you girls have better days today, and you guys look nice at least, unlike last literature class." Blake complimented.

"Why, thank you." The girls answered.

"But I hope you guys studied for the quiz today," Blake added.

The color literally drained from the girl's faces, they looked paler than ghosts.

"Quiz?" Paige murmured quietly to herself with a grave expression. Carly on the other hand looked as if she was going to have some sort of a fit or seizure.

"Quiz? What quiz? Holy shit! We have a quiz today and I didn't even know about it! I didn't study! I'm going to fail! ME, fail! AHHHHHH!" She panicked her voice squeaking with worry, hysteria, and panic.

Blake's eyes widen as he saw the commotion he caused, 'Maybe it wasn't a good idea to tell them that after they've had a bad day, especially when Carly's got her shit messed up and acting kooky in the head.' He immediately tried to calm them down, "Relax, relax, I was just playing with you! We don't have a quiz, I was just fucking with your heads."

Paige slapped Blake across the face, not too hard, but hard enough to get her point across, "Oh my god, Blake you are so cruel. You fucking douchetard, how could you play a joke on us at this time?"

Carly was probably equally as infuriated, "You fucktard! You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!"

Luckily, both girls controlled their anger enough to not scream at him. Blake rubbed his cheek and began to grumble to himself something about 'PMSing bitches', but then he changed the subject for the better, "hey Carly, here comes that guy…I forgot his name…"

"Wade," Carly informed in an exasperated sigh as he headed over to sit next to Carly again.

"Hey," He greeted her as he sat down.

Carly smiled up at him, "Hi,"

Wade was about to say something to her but Paige's foot shoved Carly's to get her attention. Carly held her hand up shushing his for a moment, "Uh, hold that thought, excuse me."

She glared at Paige, "What?" she snapped.

"Well, Carly, aren't you going to introduce us?" Paige asked while batting an eyelash at her best friend as a plea.

Carly gritted her teeth and got an agitated expression, "Right," she turned back to Wade with a more relaxed expression, "Oh, um, well, these two tards over there are my friends, that's Paige." She pointed at the blonde who waved lightly in response, "and that's her boyfriend Blake."

"Yo," Blake greeted.

"Blake, Paige, this is Wade." Carly introduced.

"Hey," Wade greeted flashing them a friendly grin.

"So man, you new or something?" Blake asked.

"No, schedule change," He answered.

"Really?" Paige pushed, "because I haven't seen your cute face around here."

Carly felt herself go red with embarrassment from Paige's casual flirting. Sure it was normal, seeing as how Paige was a flirtatious person, it was one of her charms and nothing stopped her from being flirty with cute guys.

"Well, I haven't seen your hot ass around campus either if it makes you feel any better." Wade simply said back in the same flirty manner.

That comment made Carly gawk at him, 'Did he just…oh my god…he didn't did he…he did…' Carly babbled in her head.

Paige let out a few giggles in response and blushed from his compliment. Blake glared at Wade and pulled Paige close his chest and gave him this look that said, 'get lost'.

Wade noticed the reactions he caused, Carly: mouth open with disbelief and eyes wide, Paige: blushing and giggling like a seventh grade schoolgirl, and Blake: giving him death stares.

He smiled uneasily, "Relax, I was joking, I'm not trying to make a move on your girl, man. I guess I chose the wrong time to crack a joke." He clarified while turning slightly red because he was ashamed of his first impression.

"Good, because, man, I was ready to whoop your ass and tell you to find your own woman." Blake snapped although a bit more relaxed.

Carly wiped her forehead and sighed with relief that he was just messing with them.

Paige on the other hand frowned, she leaned closer to Wade, "You mean my ass isn't hot?" She asked in a curious let down tone.

Carly's eyes widened, she wished she could just sock Paige in the nose just to shut her up, but no matter what she did, she was going to flirt, nothing she could do about it but watch, and Wade was looking under pressure of thinking of what to say.

Truth was, he didn't know what to say, he didn't want to give off the impression he wanted to jump in the sack with the blonde, but he also didn't want to hurt her feelings by saying 'no, your ass doesn't appeal to me,' he'd sound like an asshole…'Wait a minute, I am an asshole for saying that she had a hot piece of ass in the first place.' He told himself.

"Uh…well, I really, don't know, I mean…err…"

"C'mon Paige, leave him alone, everyone knows you have a hot ass." Blake said to get her away from the overwhelmed Wade.

"Wait I want to know wha–!" Paige started but was cut off from an angry Professor McCall.

"You four! Blake, Paige, Carly, and Wade! Can you tell me what I was just talking about?"

The group of them let out a collective, "Uh…" of clueless answers.

Professor McCall shook his head with disappointment, "You know it's sad when four students don't know what your talking about," he mumbled before turning to them, "It's pathetic that no one out of the group of you can tell me that I was talking about old English poets, the four of you have an additional assignment, I want a two thousand word essay about old English poems and the poets, due on Tuesday."

"What?" Carly said with disbelief, as if she didn't trust her own ears, simply shocked.

"That's so unfair!" Paige shrieked.

"Aww, man, well this sucks." Wade groaned.

"Yo man, it's not our fault your class is so boring that we can't pay attention!" Blake snapped.

"Do you want me to make it eight thousand, make it due tomorrow, and write a letter?" He asked threateningly.

"NO!" The four collectively yelled. Carly heard students all around sniggering at them and felt all eyes on them.

"Good, once again we are out of time, class dismissed." And the all of the students dispersed immediately.

Carly was caught in the rush of students hurrying to grab lunch, go to their next class, or leave for home. In the mix she bumped into Wade and fell flat on her butt for colliding with the taller man.

He spun around and saw Carly on the floor wincing and mumbling along the line of 'that hurt, stupid student rush.' Wade extended his hand and she grasped his hand and he helped pull her up.

"Thanks," she muttered, rubbing her sore bottom for a second. "Hey, um, sorry about my friends, I know their a little weird, but they mean well,"

Wade shrugged and ran a hand through his shaggy dark hair, "No problem, no harm done right?"

"Uh, sure, if you call having to write a two thousand word assignment no harm, then yeah, no harm done, I guess."

"Right, well, whatever, I can probably type that up in a hour or so, so I guess no severe harm done."

Carly smiled, "Yeah, anyways, I guess I'll see you around, I'm done for the day." She commented as she spun on her heel and began to walk away while looking over her shoulder and giving him a slight wave good bye.

A/N: Woo, hurray for getting this chapter up. I thought it was a bit of an improvement from the last chapter, anyways, I'm halfway done with the next chapter, it'll be up soon, and yay, I've finally found out Wade's car, a 1968 Dodge Charger, thank you IMDb message boards! Till next chapter then.