17-year-old Kendra Maibaum was one of the most popular girls in school. Despite being only one-nineteenth Japanese (just how caucasian she was was proven by her platinum blonde hair), she was the president of the Daughters of Japan club; and she wrote the most popular column in the school newspaper: Romantic Antics. It was sort of a Trauma-rama column, only dedicated to the sweet things that girlfriends did for boyfriends or boyfriends did for girlfriends.

Well, actually, before it was 'Romantic Antics', she'd done a column called Sex in the School District about, well, sex - only, too many parents called in about that, so Renfro made her change it.

And as usual, Max was complaining to anyone who had ears while Kendra typed on the laptop that one of her boyfriends had gotten her in the newspaper office.

"So then, I call Logan, and he totally blows me off - telling me he had to go to study meeting or something," Max ranted.

"You know, Dougie Colantonio did that same crap to Mia Luccino," Kendra sympathized. "And I saw him that same night hanging with his friends at the 41 Club."

"41 Club?" Max asked. "What's that?" Kendra looked shocked.

"You don't know what the 41 Club is?" she asked. Max shook her head. "It's this real ritzy place - uptown. They only let you in if you're a son of the mob or a floozy - or with a son of the mob. I've been in there a few times, if I do say so myself," Kendra smirked to herself.

"I'll bet you have," Max muttered. Kendra was always on dates, and she always got presents on those dates. It made Max wonder what exactly Kendra did to get those presents.

"Really, Max," Kendra continued, "you've got no special commitment to Logan, and it sounds like he's sleezing it up at State anyways, so why don't you hook up with someone around campus?"

"Because the last time I got hooked up with someone by a friend, it was Darren, and he sucked," Max said.

"You got him expelled after that disasterous semester, I think it was a fair trade," Kendra laughed. "Besides, the bites around here have gotten even more delectable since sophomore year."

"What 'bites'?" Max asked. "By junior year, everyone's staked out their claim and if you touch someone's man, you're dead."

"Maxie," Kendra said in a sing-song voice, "you act like we're in the animal kingdom... oh wait, we are!" Kendra shook her head. "I'm talking about the new guy - what's his name? Alex?"

"Alec," Max corrected without thinking.

"Oh, right," Kendra said, pausing in her typing. "Alex is the guy at Parker high - real cute, got eyes like honey. I need to call him."

"I thought you were in a committed relationship," Max said. "With what's-his-face and what's-his-face and what's-his-face?"

"Hey, I'm seventeen," Kendra told her. "I have no business being in a committed relationship until I'm at least this tall," she waved her hand about an inch above her head. "Anyways, what's with you and this Alec guy? I heard from Brin and Syl that you know him very, very well."

"Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't. Brin and Syl have no idea what they're talking about," Max said harshly.

"Every lie has a kernel of truth," Kendra chirped. "Besides, I heard the same thing from Mia."

That was weird. Max didn't even remember talking to Mia in the past few days.

"She says that you two spent the night together," Kendra went on. "I can imagine it now. It was cold and rainy - as it usually is in Seattle - you two took shelter from the torrents in his house - no, his ramshackle abode. He made you food while you changed into dry clothes - one of his old t-shirts and some of his boxers - then you settled down to watch television; but even as you were watching the wacky antics of George Lopez, you couldn't get your mind off of the masculine prescence next to you. He pushed your hair away from your face, and suddenly, you two were locked in a passionate kiss and -"

That, in a nutshell, was what was always on Kendra Maibaum's mind.

"This is so going into Romantic Antics," she gushed, typing out her idea while Max silently planned the most ideal way to terminate her blonde friend's existance.

"It went nothing like that," Max said slowly. "I did not sleep with him!"

"That's not what Mia said," Kendra said in a sing-song voice; her fingers went a mile a minute across the keyboard.

"I don't care what Mia said, Kendra!"

"Jeez, Max, I'm just kidding!" Kendra assured her. "I'm not even writing about you."

"Then what are you doing?" Max asked.

"I'm on my MySpace. I've got two hundred friends now, and like, 180 of them are hot guys. Look at this one!" Kendra spun her laptop so Max could see her elaborately decorated profile. "So, are you going to Joshua's 'Get Better, Asha' party this weekend? First party of the year."

A/N: Kendra's MySpace hunting is all thanks to my friend, Yvette. Hunting for hot guys on MySpace is all she does. All day. Without pause.

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