Chapter 4 - Anticipation has the habit to set you up

Via watched Phil and Keely leave the cafeteria and then smiled. "So, Owen, what did you find out?"

Owen nodded. "Yeah…not much actually."

"And why not? Owen if we're going to make this work, we have to find out as much as possible. Because otherwise, we could just make things worse," Via exclaimed.

Owen shook his head. "Nu-huh. Things couldn't possibly be any worse. I mean, H.G Wells astronauts are getting beat this season. Those trolls are really good football players. You know, considering they're trolls. I mean, I tried to find out the trolls tactics, but they weren't giving anything away."

"Owen!" Via slapped her head onto her hand. "You…I…I don't even know what to say. And the funny thing is, I can't work out if you're being dumb, or really clever."

Owen nodded and took a bite of his sloppy Joe. "Totally, dude."

"What did you find out from Phil?" Via asked slowly.

"Nothing, dude. Phil isn't a Handsome Town High football player, is he? Duh!" Owen said, stupidly.

Via slammed her head on the table. "Oh yeah, it's definitely dumb. No, Owen. What did you find out from Phil about Keely?"

"Oh! You mean if he loves her or not?" Owen practically announced to the whole cafeteria.

Via slapped a hand over his mouth. "Owen…shut up."

"Sorry," Owen muttered through her hand.

Via took her hand away, and looked at Owen expectantly. After a few minutes of waiting, she broke the silence. "So?"

"So what?" Owen asked, taking another bite of his lunch.

"Does he like her, or what?" Via hissed.

Owen shrugged. "I don't know…he was being pretty careful about what he said."

"So you mean to tell me, I went through that whole ordeal, and you have nothing to report?" Via cried, annoyed. It was one thing talking to Owen, but when you talked to him to find an answer, only to find out he had no clue…it was another.

Owen nodded. "So, what did you find out?"

"Not much more than you. But I do actually know that she has a 'thing' for Phil. Because I saw her French book, the only class that neither me, nor Phil is in, and it says 'Keely 4 P.D'. I mean, come on. P.D, Phil Diffy. It's not genius. She denies it," Via said, glad that she knew something more that what Owen had found out.

Owen looked confused for a minute, but then smiled. "Oh. Right. So, she like, loves him."

Via nodded slowly so that he got the message. "So, what do you think we should do about it?"

"Um…nothing," Owen said, knowing that it wasn't the right answer.

Via shook her head. "Nope. We have to come up with a sure fire plan. They can't go on denying how they feel about each other."

"You can't go on denying how you feel about me," Owen smiled, trying to get Via to agree to one date.

Via rolled her eyes. "Trust me, I can deny at least one more time."

Owen groaned, and shoved the last bite of sloppy Joe into his mouth. "Oh wot u wont tyo dyo ubowt t?"

"What?" Via asked.

Owen swallowed. "I said, what do you want to do about it?"

Via groaned. "Um…well…we could…"

"We could, what?" Owen asked.

Via looked up at the ceiling. "Wait a minute…yes…I think I'm getting something!"


Keely sat in the Broadcast Lab, and re-wrote her script for the next day. "This script sucks. I report the same stuff every single day. Lunch. Weather. The latest casualties, blah, blah, blah."

"Latest casualties?" Phil enquired.

Keely nodded. "Oh yeah. Phil, this school has about a thousand people in it. Chances are, one gets hurt, each day. If we're lucky."

"Lucky?" Phil asked.

Keely smiled. "Well obviously not for them."

Phil sat next to her. "So, spice it up a bit."

"How?" Keely asked, doodling on the bit of paper. "I mean, we are in Boringsville, U.S.A."

Phil grinned. "If you look hard enough, you'll find something. It could be right under your nose. But obviously not literally..."

"Okay, I looked under my nose,like once. And I had, had no sleep," Keely defended herself.

Phil rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say Keels. Whatever you say…"

"Oh, you asked for it!" Keely cried, and picked up a pillow, and swung it at him.

Soon, the news was forgotten, and only the pillow fight mattered.

And, as Phil's pillow swept across the table, it knocked the piece of paper that Keely had been doodling onto the floor, under the sofa. Forgotten.

I know it's not as long as the last chapters, because the others had like, three pages, and this one only had two. So it is shorter. Plus it only has, 800 words or so in it. But the next one will be longer. This chapter is kind of important. Maybe…it depends how I feel.