Chapter 2 - It's as if you know me better than I ever knew myself

"I am seriously screwed up today," Keely said, as she pulled out the wrong book for the fourth time.

Via laughed. "Maybe you're screwed up with lurve!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Keely said, and got the right English book out of her bag. "Great! We're gonna be talking about Shakespeare. Why couldn't he just have written in English, and made his plays with a little more fun in them? Then maybe kids would want to learn about the dude."

Via rolled her eyes and grabbed Keely's arm. "Don't you dare change the subject. You know what I mean."

"No, I really don't," Keely demanded.

Mr Messerschmitt came in, and clapped his hands together five times.

"Keely, Keely, Keely," Via shook her head.

Keely sat up straight. "Don't you triple Keely me!"

Via raised her eyebrows at her.

"Sorry. Natural reflex. It's what I say when Phil does that," Keely apologised, and her shoulders slouched again.

Via smiled. "See, Phil again."

"What of it?" Keely asked, immediately hoping it didn't sound as posh coming out of her mouth as it had in her head.

Mr Messerschmitt wrote something on the board, but neither Keely nor Via were listening.

"You so lurve him!" Via whispered.

Keely began writing furiously in her book. "Phil? Nu-uh. I do not."

"Okay, whatever Keely. But if you're not going to tell me the truth, at least admit the truth to yourself," Via sat back, and smiled at her.

Keely rolled her eyes. "Look, Phil has been my best friend before you came here, and I think I'd know if I loved him."

"The point is, you don't. And so you need someone to tell you. And I am that someone. As you have understood. But you still seem to be oblivious…" Via hissed.

Mr Messerschmitt turned, and stared at them. "Girls…"

"Sorry," Keely said. "Via, just shut up."

Via gave it a rest for a few minutes, but as soon as their work had been set, she leaned back forward. "I'll give you evidence. As soon as you heard there was a movie night, you assumed you and Phil would be going. You then told Phil, when you found out the genre, that you were BOTH not going. You totally go everywhere together. And you were holding hands this morning!"

"Okay. Since you so obviously aren't going to shut up, I'll at least fight back. Point a, Phil loves sci-fi movies, and he asked me to go with him anyway, and because it was a sci-fi, I said no. Point b, we're best friends, what do you expect us to do? Talk on the phone? And point c, he was helping me up, not holding my hand. Get your facts straight, Olivia," Keely hissed, and then went back to her work.

Via scoffed. "That means nothing. Okay, so he was 'helping you up'," Via said, putting air quotes around the last three words. "But he asked you to go to a movie. He likes you. And you like him. And if you deny it anymore, you will be killed. By me. And then you won't get to make your move."

Keely sighed. "Via. Please. Just do us both a favour and give it a rest."

"I can't. It's in my nature to pry. I have to get you two together if it's the last thing you do," Via begged.

"If you don't shut up, I know what the last thing is that you'll do," Keely muttered.

Via sighed. "Fine. Don't admit it to me. But I will find out the truth."

"And I'm Pippi Longstocking," Keely murmured sarcastically.

Via leaned forward, curiously. "What?"

"Nothing!" Keely sighed. "Jeez…"


"Philly-cheese Steak!" Owen put his hands on Phil's shoulders, and cried in his ear.

Phil jumped a mile. "Thanks for frightening the life outta me Owen."

"No problemo Phillo," Owen said, and sat in a seat next to Phil.

Miss Winston walked into the room and clapped her hands loudly. "I am your supply teacher for today children! Now, what have you been covering so far?"

"So, Phil. How's it going with Keely?" Owen asked, not bothering to even look at Miss Winston.

Phil wrote down the date on his piece of work. "Um…fine…"

"So why didn't you tell me that you two were going steady?" Owen asked, casually.

Phil's eyes widened, and he almost choked on nothing. "What?"

"Aren't you both going out? Dude…I thought you were," Owen said, but he didn't look bothered by his mistake.

"Well, we're not," Phil said, recovering.

Owen laughed. "But don't say that you don't want to. Because any guy would go out with Keely. You know, if she asked. Because, I mean, she is fine!"

"Would you mind not talking about her like that in front of me," Phil said, uncomfortably. "It's kinda weird."

Owen nodded. "Oh sure mate. I understand. You want her all to yourself."

"No. No that's not it, it's just…" Phil began.

"Dude. I understand," Owen said, holding out a hand. "Keely is all yours."

Phil shook his head. "No, I just feel weird hearing people talk about my best friend like that."

Owen nodded, like he understood, but it was obvious he didn't. "Okay. Whatever Diffster."

Phil sighed. He didn't know why he denied that he like her. But slowly, since their conversation that morning, he had been coming up with an idea of how to tell Keely. And he thought it would work. But he had to outline some very important details.

"So, Diffy. Do you want to come to the mall later? The O-Dawg is going girl-spotting," Owen asked.

Phil was confused. "I thought you wanted to go out with Via. How's getting another girlfriend going to help you get her?"

"You have a lot to learn, my man. If I get another girl, Via will be so jealous, and then I'll know that she likes me, so I can dump the other one, and go after Via," Owen grinned.

Phil tried to think of the words to describe what he wanted to say. "That is…"

Owen nodded. "Genius?"

"Yeah," Phil said, trying to sound as if he meant it. Owen had no chance of working that one. The girl would never go out with him. Via would almost definitely not be jealous, and on the off chance that she might, she wouldn't go out with him once she knew that he was just using the other girl to get with her. Three strikes against it. A record for a plan from Owen.

"So, are you in, or are you in?" Owen asked, grinning.

Phil wrinkled his nose. "Um…Owen, I appreciate the offer, but I'm out."

"No way!" Owen cried, causing kids in front of him to turn round and look at him, strangely.

Phil nodded, sympathetically. "Um, yeah Owen. I have to pass. Much as I'd love to come with you and make Via jealous, I have my own plan to be dealing with."

"Really, tell me more!" Owen said, moving his desk towards Phil's.

Phil leant away from Owen, trying to be discreet, but even if he had done it obviously, he doubted Owen would have noticed. "Do I have to?"

Owen raised his eyebrows. "So…top secret, huh? Well, the O-Dawg can deal with that. He'll find out soon enough anyway…"

"Really," Phil asked intrigued. "How do you plan on doing that?"

Owen just tapped his finger on his nose, and leant back in his chair looking pleased with himself.

"Forget it," Phil said, opening up his book. "I don't think I want to know anyway…"

What I said in the last chapter, in the Authors Note, I meant I don't care what your objections are about the order I post my fanfics in…not that I don't want your outlook on how much it sucks…or doesn't. Whatever. So, keep reviewing, because I like reading the reviews. It gives me a purpose in life…

So keep reading…

And it will be a Pheely, whoever asked that…lol.