Disclaimer: I do not own Books, Chattah, Busy Body, or Martini. Bookie, Wheeler, and Saphire are all mine. Warning- bad language. Do not read if it offends you.

            "Who the fuck are you?" Someone said behind Bookie.

            Bookie turned around and saw a girl who seemed to be the same age as her. She was about average height, had curly, brown hair, and blue eyes.

            "You heard her, bitch. Answer her!" said a girl who had just walked beside the first girl. She was a bit shorter than the other one, had honey-blond hair that went just below her shoulders, and green eyes.

            By this time, Racetrack, Blink, Martini, Chattah, Spot, Books, Busy, Dutchy, and Jack had gathered behind Bookie.

            "So I see you finally get to meet Saphire," Jack pointed to the brunette. " And Wheeler." He pointed to the blond.

            Martini looked them over. Saphire seemed truly to be a bitch, when on the other hand, Wheeler seemed to have a look of longing on her face. Of what, Martini was not sure of yet, but she would soon find out.

            "Pleased to meet you," said Bookie.

            She held out her hand. Saphire refused to shake it, but Wheeler shook Bookie's hand almost instantly.

            'Ah,' Martini thought. 'She's longing for friends. Not that I blame her, Saphire is a right cow.'

            Saphire looked at Wheeler with a look of disgust.

            "Oh, sorry to be rude, but this is Bookie and Martini." Chattah explained sarcastically.

            "Don't you mean bitch 1 and bitch 2?" Saphire retorted back.

            "That's it!" Wheeler exclaimed. "I am sick and tired of this fucking shit. Those girls aren't the bitches, you are!" Wheeler turned towards the girls. "Sorry about what I said before. It really was nice to meet you. Maybe I'll see you two around." And with that, Wheeler turned around and left.

            Everyone stood stunned, and watched Wheeler's receding body. It took them all a few minutes to register what had just happened.

            "Well that was quite the event," said Spot. "I wonder what that was all about?"

            "Go to hell!" Saphire said. "All of you!" She then turned and left.

            Everyone had almost forgotten that Saphire was still standing there.

            "That whole episode really confused me," Bookie said quizzically. "I thought you said Wheeler was mean. That's not what it seemed like to me. She seemed friendly enough."

            "Don't ask me," replied Books. "I have no clue what is going on around here anymore."

            The group started walking to the entrance of Central Park. Busy thought of something.

            "Are you two doing anything tonight?" Busy asked. "The rest of us are going to Medda's, as usual. Care to join us?"

            "Well, we do have the day off," Martini said slowly. "I don't see any harm in it. What do you think Bookie?"

            Bookie thought about it for a moment. Without even realizing it, she had made up her mind.

            "Sounds great! What time?" she asked.

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            "So what do you think that was all about today with Saphire and Wheeler?" asked Busy.

            "Who knows," replied Chattah.

            The girls were in the girls bunkroom at the LH getting ready for the night.

            "I think we should talk to her. Maybe we could invite her out with us tonight." Books suggested. "I think she deserves another chance. Maybe this time we'll get a chance to meet the real Wheeler, not the one she hides behind."

            "We may as well," replied Busy.

            "We might be surprised with what we find." added Chattah.

            Meanwhile in the buys bunkroom, they were having similar thoughts. Spot had gone back to Brooklyn, but was meeting them at Medda's later that night.

            "So do you think we should ask the girls to ask Wheeler to come out with us?" asked Dutchy.

            "I don't see why not," Jack replied. "Obviously we've misjudged Wheeler, thinking she was a complete bitch, but it was really Saphire who caused her to be like this."

            "Well we'd better be telling the girls this, because we'll be late if we don't do it now!" Racetrack said.

            "I'll go do it," Jack volunteered. "I'll be right back."

            He left the bunkroom where Dutchy, Racetrack, and Blink were fighting over the mirror. He chuckled to himself, and walked down the hall. Once he reached the girls bunkroom, he knocked on the door twice. A few seconds later, the door was opened by Books.

            "What do you want Jack?" she asked.

            "The boys and I were thinking that maybe we should invite Wheeler to go out with us tonight." Jack said.

            "Too late," replied Books. "Chattah and Busy are asking her right now."

            "Ok. We're going in 10 minutes. We'll see you in the foyer then." Jack said.

            "Alright. We'll see you soon." Books answered, and then proceeded to shut the door. Once it was shut, Jack went back to the boys bunkroom.

            On the other side of the door, Busy and Chattah had asked Wheeler to join them at Medda's.

            "Are you sure you want me to come?" Wheeler asked.

            "Of course we do," responded Chattah. "So will you come with us?"

            "Sure, why not!" Wheeler replied. "Just give me a few seconds to get ready."

            "Alright," said Busy. "You won't regret it!"