Chanele began changing into that terrible jumpsuit, in which she tied the top half around her tiny waist and wore a light pink lace cami with a heart and arrow necklace. She let her tumbling curls fall across her shoulders and glanced in her mirror. It was the most she could do with the jumpsuit, which was at least 8 times too big for her, so she had wrapped the arms around her waist twice and tied them tight so the pants wouldn't fall off. With that she sauntered out to the Mess Hall. The second she walked in, the hollering and whistling started. She cringed slightly but simply smiled and waved at the boys she thought were cute. They obviously took this as an invitation, because while standing in line for the glop they call food, at least five boys came and tried to make a pass on Chanele. And their version of making a pass was groping her, grabbing her butt or sliding their arms around her waist. Chanele was instantly sickened and her eyes shot around the room for someone, ANYONE to help her. Suddenly she heard a voice she normally couldn't stand, but in this moment was perfect. "Man, I think its time to back off Princess. Now." The current guy spun around to be startled by the entire D-tent group, minus Zero plus what Chanele guessed was Caveman. X-Ray stood confidently, with his head cocked to the side and a determined look on his face. 'He's not big, but guys really respect him around here….' Chanele's thoughts wandered until she realized that Groper number 6 and the D-tent group had already went to sit down. Only new guy, or Caveman, was left. "Hi!" he said gleefully, but not fake like Pendanski. "I'm Caveman, but you can call me Stanley if you really wanna." He flashed a genuine smile and stuck out his hand.

Chanele was still thinking about Caveman after dinner. He was the only one who was actually friendly to her. 'Maybe I can actually have a friend or two in this hellhole…' Her thoughts drifted as someone called out her new nickname. "Princess! Yo, Princess! You awake?" She blinked her eyes and came into focus: Squid. "Do you guys even know my real name?" Chanele whined. She knew she acted like a Princess, but she felt like the guys were mocking her.

Chanele's POV

"We figured you didn't want us to know. I mean, you being undercover and everything." ZigZag spoke to me for the first time, his eyes bolting from me to all my stuff under the bed. "Don't mind Ziggy, I read his file. It says he has acute paranoia." Squid smiled smugly at me. Ugh. He just knows eeeevverything, doesn't he? "Well," I spoke so sharply that ZigZag looked at me hard, as if trying to figure out what I would say next. "I am going to change into something cuter, so I'll meet you all in the Wreck Room." I smiled as if I was better than them, which I was. "And my name is Chanele." I was satisfied when the two scooted out the tent, ZigZag looking back and giving me weird looks.

I shrugged him off and turned to my bags. After trying on a couple of things, I decided on a tight pair of cutoff jeans, cut before my knees and perfectly destroyed, bright yellow pointy toed flats, and a lace inset gray ribbed tank top. I twisted my bangs and pinned them on top of my head, then put in some yellow-stoned drop earrings. I was about to put on a bracelet when suddenly I thought, who am I trying to impress? Then I decided to myself…..that I am simply showing the boys exactly what they can't have. With that, I slipped out the door.

Normal POV

Chanele strutted into the Wreck Room. Since her dress floated away from her body before, it was the first time the guys had seen her in something completely form-fitting. And not one of them could look away, not even ZigZag. She giggled silently to herself and slipped onto the opposite side of the couch from him. She attempted to sideways glance at him, only to see that he was still staring at her. But not the way he was when she entered. Now his stare made her feel stupid, like their was something huge on her face that she couldn't see. After a few minutes of just pretending that he wasn't looking at her, she whipped her head around and looked at him menacingly. "WHAT? Do I have something on my face; is there something wrong with my outfit? WHY WON'T YOU STOP STARING?" She slapped her hand over her mouth and looked at him with sorry eyes, but he hadn't even reacted to her screaming. He just looked at her calmly, smirked at her a little, and then turned to the still fuzzy television set. He looked deep in thought for a second, and suddenly whipped his head around to look at Squid. "See, man, I told you. She's all paranoid, obviously working for them." His low voice sounded slightly higher, like he had discovered something. "Aw, man, you did not just call someone else paranoid. She's not the one that burnt down a classroom because she thought the FBI was using it." His voice sounded cocky, and made Chanele frown intensely. Wait, is that what ZigZag did? She gave him a weird look. Something did register in her brain though, ZigZag was definitely insulting her. She had to fight back. "I swear, ZigZag, you are such a FREAK." But by the look in his eye, and how the whole Wreck Room got quiet, she knew it was the wrong thing to say. "You, Princess," ZigZag's voice was now so low and snarling that she thought he was about to slap her, "you will be sleeping outside tonight."