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"You guys can just sit in those back rows, nobody sits there," Soda pointed to a clump of seats in the corner.

"Hey! I've heard of this guy," Morgan suddenly exclaimed, looking at her schedule. "This was the private tutor that Becky Longstrom had, that caused her a nervous breakdown. You remember how much therapy she had to go through for that, don't you?"

"I thought she had to go through therapy because her dad caught her mom cheating on him with the pool boy and he was leaving her and taking all her money with him," Autumn contradicted. The three girls started gossiping when the teacher walked in the room.

"Hey Weasel!" Soda yelled. "Is it true you caused some girl a nervous breakdown? Whadja do? Overload her with stoichiometry?" Racetrack laughed from the seat next to her.

"I never gave anyone a nervous breakdown. And I've told you a million times, the name's Wiesel. Mr. Wiesel to you," the rather large man countered. But he said it with a smile, knowing she was only joking.

"Oh my god! I can't believe you just said that to him! Don't you know the point of gossip?" Brittany leaned forward and whispered in Soda's ear.

"She doesn't know a lot of stuff," Race joined the conversation. Soda glared at him, plotting revenge. Racetrack smiled innocently. As soon as he had turned to talk to the boy next to him, Soda leaned over and placed a candy bar on his desk. It was a small price to pay for what happened next.

"Mr. Higgins! What is that on your desk?"

"Um, my arm?" Racetrack said, not yet seeing the candy bar.

"Very funny, but I was referring to that laboratory infraction! You know there is absolutely no food allowed in this class!" Mr. Wiesel reprimanded. Now it was Soda's turn to smile innocently. "I'll take that and you can do today's warm-up on the board." Racetrack sent death ray eyes in the direction of Sodapop. She pretended to be extremely involved in figuring out the problems on the board for herself.

The rest of the class passed in much the same manner. Practical jokes were played and only one small fire was started, a new class record. Soda and Racetrack smiled wickedly as they watched Austin still trying to figure out why his notebook was stuck to the desk. Sodapop dropped the small tube of superglue back into the drawer of Mr. Wiesel's desk.

"You'd better hurry up; you wouldn't want to be late for Spanish class would you?" Soda looked at Austin. After some more grumbling, he finally sacrificed the folder, taking out its contents and leaving it as an empty shell.


"Hey Bumlets!" Soda greeted her friend as she entered the Spanish class. He looked up as she entered the room and motioned her over to him.

"Did you do the homework?" he whispered in her ear, like it was the worst thing in the world to have forgotten your homework. Soda laughed out loud, quickly quieting herself at the look on Bumlets's face.

"Have I ever done the homework once this entire year? Just write down some phony answers, you know he never checks anyways. Besides, don't you have like 105 percent in this class?" she questioned her friend. He nodded silently, not looking like he felt any better. "Here, I'll help you out." Soda looked around the room for anyone who usually did their homework. "Oy! Randi! C'mere a sec! And bring that handy-dandy notebook of yours with you!" Soda yelled across the room. Randi just sighed and did as she was told. She really didn't have a problem with people copying her homework. After all, they were only hurting themselves.

Bumlets breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the answers in front of him. "Thanks. I owe you one," he muttered.

"Just one?" Soda flashed a devilish grin. "Just kidding, but seriously, forgetting your homework for the first time since elementary school? I just don't know what to do with you kid." Soda punched him in the arm playfully.

"Ok, so I guess I overreacted. But thanks anyways. Oh, hey! Are you going to the party tonight?"

"Have you ever seen me turn down a party?"

"You're right, stupid question. I guess I'll see you there then."

"I want to go to that party," Autumn broke in on the conversation. Everyone turned to look at her.

"Yeah sure, be a good girl and maybe I'll take you for ice cream too." Soda rolled her eyes.

"I'm serious. It's not like just because we're rich, we don't party."

"Trust me honey, our parties are nothing like yours. Could you really stand to be around all of us trailer trash for longer than you have to?"

"We all want to go to the party. So we're going," Autumn repeated stubbornly.

"Yeah we need to have some fun," Morgan interjected.

"Aren't you the one who was bugging because I was partying on a school night?"

"I just asked."

"Yeah whatever," Soda shrugged and turned away.

"Come on! You've got to take us! At least tell us where it is, and we'll give you a ride!" Sage tried to bribe her.

"Think about it; pulling up in a car that costs more than your house," Brittany tried to convince her.

"You know you're a natural when it comes to flattery," Soda rolled her eyes.

The seven kids continued arguing for a few minutes, with Sodapop refusing to tell them where the party was.

"I'll tell them where it is if it will just make everybody shut up!" Bumlets finally snapped. Soda looked at him with wide eyes for a moment before she sniggered loudly. "What's so funny? It really doesn't matter if they go or not! Nobody cares who shows up!"

"And I was just waiting for them to say please," Soda laughed. She gave in to the six teenagers watching her eagerly. She gave them directions to the party. As they made their way back to their seats, Sodapop turned to whisper to Bumlets. "I don't think these kids count on the "do not care" list. People are gonna care when they show up."

Bumlets just smiled at his friend. "Well at least the party will be interesting."


Ok so that was chapter five. Kind of a filler chapter. I'm just trying to get to the party now.

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