A/N: Wow, I'm so glad people liked it! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I luvv you guys! LOL not seriously, but kinda:P jk. Thanks! Here's chapter two, a little more dramatic, and the next one is a CAN'T MISS. So I really hope everyone likes this one!

Love,

Lizzie

At lunch, she and Mindy sat next to each other across from Josh and Drake.

"Mindy! Darcy!" Josh exclaimed when they both sat down.

"Hey," they replied.

Drake was silent.

"So Drake, did you like Social Studies class today?" Mindy asked Drake taking a spoonful of orange Jell-O.

"Uh…um…yeah."

"The Gucci's," Mindy said, seeing the name brand on Darcy purse, "Were really interesting, huh?"

"Yeah." Drake answered.

"The Gucci's…" Darcy said, "Like my p—"

"Darcy, could you go get me some more Jell-O please?" Mindy said,

"Sure…"

"Hey, I'll go with you!" Josh said.

"Okay…"

When they left the table, Mindy continued, "Yeah…the Gucci's were located in a little town called 'Stop Staring at Darcy and pay attention'!"

"Hey! I was paying attention!" He pauses, "She was wearing Cashmere Mist today, and her D necklace that sparkles when she smiles, like her eyes, and—"

"Drake! Dude…you've got it BAD!"
"Mindy…I just like her that's—"

"Drake, c'mon, you don't just like her, you might like her a lot, but 'like' isn't a strong enough word,"

Drake rolled his eyes.

Over in the lunch line, while Darcy was selecting a suitable Jell-O cup, Josh was fidgeting around annoyingly.

"Josh! Would you chill, you're making me nervous." Darcy said.

"Oh, sorry." Josh said. Paused, then whined, "Darcy…I can't lie…"

"I wasn't asking you to…"

"Yeah…but…DRAKE'S IN LOVE."

"Huh?"
"He's in love. LOVE!" He emphasized.

"That's great…" She said like he was crazy.

"But you don't get it, see Drake doesn't fall in love."

"Well, there's a first time for everything…"

"Yeah, but not in this case. And I'm standing very close to the lucky girl."

Darcy peers around Josh to see Sally Smartte. A very plain looking, school minded girl. Most of the popular jocks and cheerleaders who attached themselves to Dancer Darcy referred to her as a nerd. Darcy thought she was kind of nice, but she was always uncomfortable around Darcy like she was on a mission from the popular kids, to gain her trust and then betray her. Darcy couldn't blame her though, because she had seen that happen before.

"Huh…" Darcy tilted her head, "Maybe he's not so shallow after all…"

"What?" Josh said, whipping around, when he saw Sally he laughed, "No. He is. I meant on my OTHER side."

"Wait…me?"

"Yeah-HUH!"
"But…me? No, he can't love me, I'm the 'Flavor Of The Week.'"

Josh laughed, "Nope, you'd think that…but you've been the 'flavor' of the past few weeks. He hasn't flirted or made eyes at any girl since he met you."

"No way! That I won't believe…" Darcy handed the lunch lady two dollars and headed back to the table.

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"No Drake, you've put the offer on the table now you've got to wait for her to accept it."

"But she isn't going to! She's made it pretty clear…"

"Think about it Drake. Has any girl ever refused your dating offer?"
He leaned back and thought, "Now that I think about it…no."

"So what are you worried about?"
He shrugged.

"Oh, oh here they come!" she whispered, then raised her voice, "Indeed Drake, I DO think an orange tux would look lovely on you."
"Orange tux? Please, Mindy. Remember why I pick out all of your clothes." Darcy said handing her her Jell-O, Mindy thanked her and dug in.

"So…Josh, you went over there but you didn't buy anything." Drake said.

"Oh, I…didn't see anything I liked." he said.

Drake nodded as he looked at Darcy, she was re-powdering her nose in her compact mirror. He thought she looked gorgeous. Drake never thought any girl was gorgeous, just hot. But she was…both. He couldn't help staring as she flipped around her light blonde hair and adjusted the rest of her face powder. It annoyed him when anyone else did this, it seemed as though they were trying too hard, but she was just at lunch…so she wasn't. As she was re-applying lipgloss, Mindy noticed him staring.

"Drake! Earth to Drake!" she said.

"What?" he answered.

"Give it a break, you're drooling."
"What!" he said immediately checking, she lied, he wasn't. He rolled his eyes, as she laughed hysterically. Material Girl shut her compact and crinkled her face in a look of confusion.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"Nothing." Drake said.

"Right. A little drool, but…"

"Mindy!" He said flinging his hand in front of his throat imitating a cutting motion, signaling her to cut it out.

She ignored him and laughed.

The bell sounded and they all proceeded to their next classes. Where Drake would think about Darcy, and she would think about anything but him.

Finally, Drake got to talk to her during the break between classes.

"Hey, Darcy." He said.

"Hey."

"So…what's up?"

"Nothing, just headed to Art, how about you?"

"Same. So, uh, you're presentation in Science was great today, I honestly have never been more interested in cells in my entire life."

Darcy laughed, "Thanks. Yours was pretty good too, you made photosynthesis actually sound cool."

"Well…I try." He said, obviously flattered.

"So…are you dating anyone lately?"

"Nope, flying solo."

"Yeah, me too."

"Although…I've kinda got my eye on someone," he said taking one of her books and carrying it for her.

"Thanks. Oh, really…? Who is she?"

"Well, she's…gorgeous."

"Ooh, gorgeous not hot, that's a first."

He smiled, "And she's…the only one who pays attention in History…besides Mindy."

"Really…?"

"And, her initials are the same as a guy who plays music at special occasions."

"Like…a D.J.?"

Drake shrugged, then they headed into the art room, and to add to the dramatic affect, his seat wasn't near hers. He sat the book on her desk, and headed to his own seat.

As the bell rang, the teacher went down the aisles passing back papers, when she got to Darcy's desk, she set Darcy's beautiful drawing of her mother on her desk, with an A in a circle on the back, but what was in the right hand corner caught Darcy's eye the most, a cursive DJ, and the date underneath it.

It was true. Drake was in love. He had to have been, why else would he have said the girl was gorgeous and that he was flying solo? Darcy had to definitely think about this one. But she couldn't, Drake was shallow, and superficial. She couldn't like him. Could she?

All the rest of the day when he talked to her, she would get nervous. Why was this happening? She didn't get nervous around Drake. She hated Drake. And all the things he would say to get her attention were suddenly starting to sound…smooth. Thinking about made her cringe. She did not like Drake Parker. NO WAY. Never!

After school, Darcy took her favorite scenic route to the 'Georgine Leon Dance Studio,' she walked through the doors and went straight to her and Altavio's dance room. She sat her bag down on the floor and stood in the doorway as Altavio stretched at the barre.

"Ah! Darcy, il mio amoré!

How are you?" He asked as they greeted with kisses on the left and right cheek.

"I'm buon, and yourself?"

"Sì, sì, buon myself. How was your week?"

Darcy positioned herself at the barre to begin stretching, "Non grande, questo ragazzo non lo lascerebbe solo! Ma tutto lo desidera uscire con lui ed è così... poco profondo solo."

"Sì, sì. Well, Miss Darcy, I think you should give him a chance, I mean…what could go wrong? Nothing? Sì? And as far a shallow goes, I'm sure it is just an act."

"Well, that is true…thanks."

"Prego." He said with a smile.

Once she was finished stretching, she and Altavio began practicing their dance. But they couldn't land the end, no matter what they did. It consisted of Darcy being spun out, lifted, spun out on the other side, then dipped. But, no matter what they did, the lift was all off, and then the spin was sideways, and he dropped her on the dip every time.

They mamboed around the room a little to warm up, then they began the dance. It was going perfectly, until the end came. The first spin: spectacular. The lift: Satisfactory, but a little lopsided. The second spin: Needed improvement. And the Dip: Or should I say, drop? Just bad.

"UGH!" Darcy almost screamed in frustration from the floor.

"Mi scusa! I'm so sorry, Miss Darcy!" Altavio said helping her up.

"It's okay. I'm more mad at myself! Why can't I get this right!"

"No, Miss Darcy, it is me, I am the one messing up."

"No, no. It's not just you, it's my fault too."

"So…should we try it again?"

"Yeah."