Ok. I'm Back. And i'm really really really really x a billion gazillion + 1 times sorry for the wait. My life has been pretty hectic. And now i'm in the school play. Well this is pretty much just a filler chapter. I'm just waiting to get to the good stuff. Though thischapter does have its moments. Enjoy!

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The ring of orange in Sodapop's eyes grew even brighter as she narrowed them. Her body tensed, her arms folded over her chest in hatred. "You're in my way," she muttered in the general direction of the tall boy with the almost Hitler-like mustache. This loathsome creature was one of her many enemies in the school; Morris Delancey.

The tall boy grunted in response, elbowing Sodapop on the way past. She stumbled to the side before pushing her hair behind her ears and rolling her shoulders in the infamous James Cagney style. She gave a deep sigh and signaled the six students behind her to keep following. Over half of the privileged preps hadn't even taken notice of the small altercation. Sage had been paying attention though. "What was that about?" He inquired, grabbing the much shorter girl's arm.

"It was nothing. He's a jerk," Sodapop stated shortly. She ignored his questioning look and trudged on as the bell rang. "Great…" she moaned. "I'm late to another class."

Sodapop burst into the theatre classroom with a large smile on her face. This was her calling and she was prepared to enjoy every second of it that she could. Even with her "followers". The theatre director, who was completely biased, instantly turned on Soda.

"Well, well, well. It's so nice of you to decide to join us this morning."

"Sorry Miss Kloeppel. I was showing around the new kids and they got stuck talking to Collins," Sodapop came ready with the excuse.

"Ah, I see. And it's Mr. Collins, Sodapop." That was the one good thing about Lise Kloeppel. She agreed to call Aly by her nickname.

"Right, sorry ma'am. Um… where's Medda? There's something I need to ask her," Soda questioned, referring to the assistant director, Medda Larkson, who occasionally took over some of the classes much to the kids' pleasure.

"She is away on personal business. Now take your seat."

Sodapop shrugged and ambled towards the stage where she sat in the middle. She stopped suddenly remembering she wasn't alone. "And what about them?" She jerked her head in their direction.

"I will take care of the new students. Now sit down." Soda rolled her eyes and sat down next to her friend David Jacobs. He was quiet and not very outgoing and why he signed up for theatre in the first place was beyond anyone, but he did alright on stage. Soda looked around for Mush, who was also in the advanced acting class, but couldn't find the curly-haired boy anywhere.

"Where's Mushie?" Soda whispered to David.

"He's running an errand, and I'm trying to concentrate on the warm-up," David said irritated. Sodapop just laughed, knowing that he wasn't really that harsh. When it came to schoolwork, Davey Jacobs was a definite overachiever. Sodapop glanced at the board and realized they were supposed to be writing a response to the quote listed there, but Soda decided to just wing it if she was called on.

She was called on and decided to go with the traditional, acting is a way of life; not just a job but a calling, response. After a few more of the classmates responded Miss Kloeppel announced that it was time for a warm up game. Everyone climbed off the stage and formed a large circle, including the new kids. Mush came back just in time to join the game. He stood next to Sodapop and poked her in her side. She shrank away from the touch and sent him her best withering stare. He pretended to stumble backwards in terror. Mush knocked into David and was pushed into the middle of the circle.

"Ah! I see we have an eager volunteer. All right then Mr. Meyers; you will start us off with a rousing game of "Kitty Wants A Corner". After that game the class played several more before retiring to the stage. Just as they finished being seated, the door to the classroom opened. Sodapop looked up and saw the one person she hated most in the entire world, even more so than the Delancey brothers.

Zac Morris.

Of course that wasn't his real name. He had changed his last name to Morris after a fight with his mom. Everyone knew he idolized the guy from Saved by the Bell. Sodapop froze as she stared at the egotistical senior. Mush and David both noticed immediately what was going on. David put his arm around her protectively while Mush cracked his knuckles and glared at the scum of the earth. Neither of them knew the whole story of what had happened but they could guess what had happened. In fact, no one knew the story but Sodapop and her best friend in the universe, Sarah Ward. Or more commonly known as Vix.

Sodapop stared, hardly breathing, heart racing, as she watched Zac give some handouts to Miss Kloeppel. He turned to leave and caught Sodapop's eyes. He smirked at her before turning to leave and walking through the door. The slam of the heavy wood brought Sodapop back to attention. She suddenly regained her usual smile and her impatience. She waved her hand in the air asking for the next thing to do.

The rest of the class passed quickly and soon they were headed to third hour. The dreaded Math class. It passed without much incident, as did fourth hour. Fourth hour was English and the only class Soda and Vix had together. They sat in the back corner as usual singing stupid songs and making fun of the new kids. In every class the preps fit right in. Making "friends" and answering questions correctly. It made Soda sick.

Sodapop confided in Vix that if somebody else didn't first, she was going to murder those new kids. Vix laughed, her green eyes twinkling. She flipped her black hair over her shoulder and pointed out the obvious.

"Their lawyers would rip you apart my dear." Soda giggled and so did Vix.

"Maybe I just need someone really rich like Mr. Darcy to get mine own lawyer." The two girls had a "squee!" moment at the thought of Mr. Darcy. The rest of the class passed much in the same manner. They liked the class, the pretty much sat in the back corner doing whatever they wanted, but sometimes enough is enough. As soon as the bell rang the girls jumped out of their seats and ran to meet there friends for lunch, forgetting completely about the six almost-strangers following them.

Well that was it. Chapter Three. And I'm still confused on the "Shoutout Rules". So I'm just gonna say thanks to all! I really really mean it!

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