THERE IS NO DOWNTOWN NOTRE DAME! ok now that i have your attention there is no notre dame located down town so i have decided to place it there and make them wear uniforms and make it an all girls school. lolz. so really just make Nightengale called notredame and put it 4 blocks away from lab you got yourself a prep school.

DAILY EXSCUSES:

self esteem is still gone even more now its like in the negitives! and people wonder why6 im so apologetic. and seee, the reason for this downfall is because a...aquaintence of mine who likes to remind me of how stupid and loserish and meani am constantly when really she is the most unfair, nasty person i have ever met!grrrrrr. sry for that little portkey into my social life lolz. which is noexsistant.

OMG, ok my muse which im tired of calling my muse so 'white noise guy' is going out with a prep! can you believe that? the nerve! and he's social with ehr and...and (sob, sob) whaaaaaa!

im also having trouble writing chapters that dont include people being abusive and horrible to skittery for that is my present situation and i like writing about things that are happening to me. but awell.

ok this is like one of the only chapters that hasnt happened to me or hasnt happened to someone else i know or i havnt beared witness too. it was kinda spontanious but owell. hope you likey!R/R!

Since Notre Dameand the NYC lab school were only 4 blocks apart and I had time, I decided to walk Sheena to her school. Well actually we decided or more like she did and I agreed to it.

"You wanna walk with me to my schoolio? We can give all those preps a good scare."

I nodded. "Sure dude. We are scary are we not?"

"Terribly frightening…to them of course. I for one think we both look perfectly scrumptious," she stated pleasantly in a mock hoity-toity English accent, making dainty hand gestures as she went.

"As do I!" I proclaimed, thoroughly liking this game of accents and characters, "billionaires these days, their minds are so crooked."

"Yes, yes," she exclaimed in the same snooty accent, "tainted by all that devilish money!"

"Yes, indeed."

There was a moment of silence and out of the corner of my eye I saw Sheena uneasily shift her guitar from one shoulder to the over, her schoolbag thudding against her knee in harmony with her gait. She had on a bright, bright, bright orange coat with a teddy bear like hood that reminded me of the cover of the of Paul Simon's self-titled solo album. Besides for her coat though her outfit was pretty plain. A bleak school uniform could be seen awkwardly jutting out where the coat gave way to her lovely legs, clad in blue fishnets. Her red and purple braids swung freely as we walked.

She turned and smiled at me, her whole face consumed in happiness though a twang of embarrassment at the corners of her mouth.

"Hey, could we switch to southern, I really ain't all that good at English accents." A now Outsiders-like, southern accent filtered her voice and words. Another nervous smile stretched over her lips; puzzling me greatly while turning me on at the same time.

"Sure thing, doll face." Kayla flashed across my mind causing my smile to falter momentarily, "so where the fuck is this hell-hole school of yours, any who?"

I knew exactly where it was. Snoddy had gone to the military school, Xavier, right next-door place for part of high school and I had gone to visit him and all his druggie friends tons of times during 8th grade. I just wanted her to keep talking in that fucking adorable southern accent. Oh man, I'm strange… but so is Sheena so its ok… well I feel ok about it anyway.

"We don't got much further; couple'a blocks. It ain't much, really," she huffed out (southernly of course), her guitar swinging to and fro on her back.

"Oh, ma'am I'm so sorry! Would'ja like some help with that there lovely gui-tar of yours?"

She giggled, "It ain't that much farther, really. I think I can manage…"

"No, no allow me…"

She giggled yet again. Man that girl likes to laugh; even molly didn't laugh that much.

"Well, if you insist…" She swung the guitar haphazardly off her back, smiling impishly in my direction all the while.

"What?" I asked slyly, automatically adopting the same smirk she was sporting oh so sexily.

"Here come the bitch bastards," she whispered in my ear, dropping the southern accent sub-consciously.

Sheena lingered by my ear as I whirled around, the guitar thudding against my back.

Down the street walked… no strutted… three blonde bombshells, decked out in diamonds and Tiffany's galore. Their coats looked expensive, their shoes looked expensive, their hair looked expensive, even their tights (which I presumed were not part of the uniform judging by Sheena's fishnets) looked expensive. They looked expensive.

"Five to one they come over here and start talking to you," Sheena whispered gleefully, her nose but an inch away from my ear, her presence hanging over my shoulder.

I wouldn't be surprised if they did; punks always seemed to attack city preps. I guess they like to feel naughty and rebellious which I always found ironic cause really they're the grand villain themselves. Hell, they must steal a couple hundred from their old man every week! Just pinch his credit card for a day or two, no biggie.

Sure enough the three fuckers strutted over to us measly punks, bathed in their own almighty superiority, and struck a pose in front of me. Sheena gave me a knowing smile, placing a possessive hand on my shoulder. For someone who didn't have many compadres she sure did know how to seduce a dude such as my self.

"They're going to introduce themselves to me and then…don't be alarmed…but they will infact try to hypnotize you. There I said it…but it's the truth."

"Hi, your Lena right?" asked one of the girls with particularly high arching eyebrows, turning her attention to the tart whose arm was currently on my shoulder (Score!)

"Sheena yeah, your um… Laura, Maia and Rachel right?" Sheena responded casually, looking each of the girls over.

The girl on the far left nodded, looking at Sheena as if she were wearing a cow shit. How could it be that someone as unpopular as this chick could know my magnificent, sacred name!

"Who are you?" the girl next to her asked flirtatiously, puffing up her chest to make her boobs look even bigger.

"Yuraslut." I replied amiably, sub-consciously grinning toothily at the three whores in front of me.

Beside me I heard Sheena muffle a laugh as the girls looked at me, faces askew with confusion.

"What?" asked the girl with the fucked up eyebrows in that stereotypical prep voice. I had the sudden desire to mock her aristocratic tone but managed to control myself.

"Yuraslut," I repeated as if nothing were wrong.

Oh man, this was fun! Sheena began to crack up next to me, no longer able to contain herself. I grinned at her briefly before turning back to the dumbfounded blondes.

"Are you like from India or something?" the one in the middle asked, smiling warmly.

Suddenly laughter took hold of me and I collapsed next to Sheena, heaving with amusement. The girls on either side of the idiot gave her a disgusted look (similar to the one they had given Sheena upon introduction) and shifted their million dollar bags uneasily on their shoulders.

"Fuck off you dumb whores." I managed to get out between fits of laughter.

Naturally they fucked off, strutting away irritably as they had come.

I desperately hoped I had fucked up their morning for them but I doubt I had made more then a small dent. Once they got into school everything would be a game again and they would be praised from the moment they set foot in that building to the moment they were back out on the streets again. And then they would go home to or go shopping for the rest of the afternoon and spend a fucking fortune. Wait, no they wouldn't go home; preps never go home unless the need more money or need sleep off a hangover. Or host a million other preps. They would go over to a friend's house and buy stuff online till dawn.

Just thinking about their breezy lives made me hate them even more. Hopefully karma will kick in eventually but for now the fucking prep's got 1/1000000 of what they deserve.

Sheena looked up at me her eyes brimming with glee, "Man you did a service for all of New York. Here," she pompously handed me a very official looking piece air, "here is a certificate of honor that says--incase you cant read invisible ink--'I fucked up 5 minutes of a preps life.' And from all of us here at Sheena's Pleasure and Co., thank you."

I grinned at her broadly, glad she approved.

It was only then that I realized that I was really happy. Happy like I hadn't been in forever. Since me and Kayla were first going out in 8th grade. Sure making out with Donna had been a mood-booster, but as I laughed there with Sheena having just ruined 5 whole minutes of prep's life, I felt truly happy. Not just giddy for a few seconds…but my mood felt…I dunno… bubbly; I was genuinely content. And it felt weird. But it felt good too. There were no perks to it. It wasn't like being high cause I knew an hour later I wouldn't be hurling on someone's carpet. It wasn't like having sex either where the bliss is only protecting you from realizing how truly nauseating you are.

This was sheer fun; it wasn't dirty, or illegal and didn't involve fucking. And I liked it. I wanted to be happy all the time.

It was also then that I realized how much I truly missed Kayla.

oh wasnt it simply dreadful! the chapter that is! you see, tyhat is my negitive self esteem talking lolz. ok im scaring my self.

thank you so much for all of you who reveiwed! next chappie hopefully up soon!

R/R