The bell rang sending the masses back into the halls for lunch. This was the second most craziest time of the day, home time ranking first. The students had been cooped up in two almost two hour classes without permission to eat or snack, so of course when the lunch bell rang everyone rushed for something to fill their bellies. No one liked cranky kids, and that's how pubescent teens were when they lacked a full stomach. Teachers dared not say anything when the herd ran wild in fear of getting toppeled over.

Jill was never one to rush or push even when her stomach was grumbling up a storm, so she let her fellow classmates rush out while her behind stayed cushioned on the desk seat. She giggled to her self, she had never seen a more determined group of kids as her second period class was when it was time to run to the cafeteria. Running was an understatement of course, it was more like sprinting, maybe even hurdling. They must've never heard the term 'hiding snacks'. As long as you weren't caught you could eat away. Jill mastered this art since she was a child, the snack stayed in the bag, the bag stayed on her lap, the bag remained opened but not enough for a passing teacher to see the insides, and when the teacher wasn't looking a quick grab into the bag and straight into the mouth. It was a highly effective technique that never let her down.

"Get your ass off that seat and get out here, I'm starving."

Jill smiled with the sound of her bestfriend's banter. She had forgotten Sheryl promised to wait outside of her second period class. They were going to go out for lunch today.

"Hey, sorry I forgot you were picking me up from class."

"What else is new," Sheryl rolled her eyes playfully linking arms with Jill, "you should seriously be called 'Jill The Forgetful', it would better suit you than your nickname Veronica."

Jill jumped up excitedly, she had forgotten her middle school nickname.

"Oh my gosh," she giggled, "remember those days?"

"Remember those days? How can I forget, we thought we were so hot in our pink and purple spandex shorts with our neon t-shirts that said profane words like 'I love BJ' and 'Up Yours'."

"I know our parents thought we were wild children and considered throwing us into boarding school a couple of times or two."

"They were so dense. BJ stood for Betsey Johnson. Parents are never with the 'it' crowd. Besides I was always a wild child, boarding school would've done squat to me."

Jill giggled, "Remember Chuck Martin was our Archie?"

"And Doug Botts was Jug Head."

"Aww we were the perfect little group. Chuck was Archie, Doug Jug Head, you Betty, and I was Veronica. Kind of ironic I know seeing as you're more Veronica and I was more Betty."

"But we made it work."

"We did."

The girls smiled at each other as they walked the halls passing a drooling Tim Smith at his locker completely hung over Sheryl's chest. She just licked her lips at him sending him into complete oblivion, he practically peed his pants.

Poor boy, his gym shorts were in the gym, all the way downstairs.

"So where'd you want to go for lunch?" Jill finally asked after feeling sorry for the Tim who was for sure going to be made fun of for getting a woody from a girl just licking her lips.

"I don't know you pick."

"There's a really cool dive just a five minute drive away which is good because I don't want to be late for art. It's called Java Hut."

"Cool, you go ahead and meet me there, I'm going to walk."

"You sure?"

"Yeah, for like the past four hours I've been sitting and eating donuts. I need to stretch my legs and get rid of all the butt weight I gained. My body unlike yours doesn't come naturally like this."

"I can walk with you if you want?"

"No, don't worry take your jeep. If you walked you'd for sure be late for class."

"True, okay I'll meet you there."

Sheryl nodded as her bestfriend disappeared down the steps. Sheryl sighed a sigh of relief, she thought she would never leave. Turning around she went in search for him.

The red head kid told her his locker was by the boys bathroom on the third floor around the corner. He better be right she thought as she turned the corner with a growing smirk. The red head kept his word indeed for he was dead on.

He closed his locker in pursit of the cafeteria, where his stomach lead him.

"Hey stud."

He stopped dead in his tracks, recognizing that voice. Turning around he smiled.

"Sheryl what in God's name are you doing here?"

"Nice to see you too Vegas," she giggled, "now come over here and give me a hug."

Without hesitation he walked over to her and gave her the hugest bear hug.

"Got sick of Charlotte, you had to come invade Tree Hill?"

She playfully hit him, "it's not like that silly. I came to visit Jill."

He nodded.

"I see."

"How are you two?"

He looked at her weird.

"Have you been living under a rock since summer, Jill and I are over."

"Duh, dick head I know that. I just thought you guys mended fences."

"We weren't good together, she knew it and everyone knew it."

"Not me and you know that. Even when everyone doubted you I stayed loyal."

"Yeah I know. Out of all her friends you encouraged us."

She nodded fixing her bra.

"But you had to ruin everything by cheating on her. You know how that made me look? Now I have to fix everything."

"How?" he was completely oblivious to what she was imposing.

"Do you still like her?"

"Yeah but it doesn't matter, she hates me and I think she's got this thing for Nathan."

"That doesn't matter, do you want her?"

"Yeah I do."

"Okay then you will."

"How?"

"Trust me you'll have her, you'll have her all to yourself," she pouted her lips seductively as she grinned.