Notes: Yeah, it's the next chapter! Okay, I'll get straight to the point. Some of the OC guys have not been claimed. They are: Pie Eater (the only newsie, how sad), Peter, Diablo, and my guy character, Woody. Also, someone reminded me of the Delancey's recently. Oscar has already been claimed, but Morris is up for grabs.

All but one character has been introduced, including this chapter. The next chapter will be strictly from that one character's POV, which will be Viper. I may add more to it if needed.

Girls without guys are: Dreamer, Hollywood, Libby, Catherine O'Connell and Viper. If you don't want any of the above, you may send me an OC guy. Some of you agreed to take an OC character. Just let me know who you'd like.

One more note: I talked about the dance committee a few chapters back. I also mentioned them doing a performance for the guys. I want to do a song from a Broadway show for that. However, I need your ideas. I know Rent, Wicked and The Lion King and that's basically it. I own Cats, but haven't watched it enough to know any of the words. So, any ideas from these or any show you know of, please let me know. I also know some from Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat, Les Miserables, Into the Woods, and Annie (though I wouldn't suggest it).

"Hi," was the simplest form of greeting known. So, approached in such a casual manner, Racetrack responded likewise. From his usual sarcastic remarks, few thought that Race would be shy, but the realization that girls were actually in his school seemed to come slow for him.

"Hey," he replied back. The girl who stood before him had chin length reddish-brown hair that appeared to be chopped off at the end. Her green eyes contrasted nicely with her hair color and that's one of the first things that Race noticed about her.

"I'm Fox," she introduced herself, holding out a hand and smiling widely, grin reaching across her face. Race didn't question why she didn't introduce herself by her full name like most girls had been doing.

"Vince Price," Race replied, "Most of my friends call me Racetrack though, or Race for short."

"That's a weird nickname," Fox told him, not even showing a hint about sparing his feelings, "How do you guys come up with them anyway?"

"By personality," Race shrugged, "What we like to do, how we act…it depends really. Some of us have even weirder nicknames than mine."

"You don't say," Fox grinned at this, "Do you happen to know the nickname of a certain Michael Nichols?" Race raised an eyebrow at this, "I used to go to school with him. Last I heard he was coming to school here."

"Yeah, he's my best friend. Goes by Spot now, though I have no idea how they came up with that."

"Someone talking about me," Spot let himself into the conversation. The smile that he had on his face faded when he saw who it was, "Audrey!"

"Hey bro," Fox replied with a smile creeping on her face, "Or should I say Spot…"

Spot's eyes narrowed at this, "What are you doing here?" Fox rolled her eyes, used to her brother's often-oblivious comments.

"I go to Kreiger, or did you forget," she asked him. Spot sighed. He hadn't seen his sister in so long, he had completely forgotten.

"I remember," he told her, "I just didn't expect to run into you. There are so many other people here."

Race watched this exchange with wide eyes, looking back and forth between the two. He never would have guessed that these two would be related. Their looks were very different from one another and no resemblance could be seen.

"You two are related" Race asked in astonishment, breaking apart the small argument, "You don't look it."

"Thanks," the siblings said in unison.

"Hey guys, what's going on," Jack joined their group. He looked between Spot and Audrey. Upon closer examination, you could see the same trademark smirk gracing both of their lips, "Hey Audrey."

"You know her," Race exclaimed. Jack looked at him in confusion.

"Yeah, I had to stay at Spot's house for a bit during summer vacation. I met Audrey there," Jack replied, ignoring Audrey's laugh when he said 'Spot'.

"But…you two are brother and sister," Race continued, stammering, "But…I…"

"Spotty, you don't mind if Race here takes me to the dance, do you," Fox asked, throwing an arm around Race's shoulders.

"Better him than anyone else," Spot shrugged. He made the motion to walk away, but turned back suddenly, "You take good care of her Race. If you do anything to hurt her…" Spot left that sentence hanging, the warning clear in his tone.

"Don't listen to him," Fox told Race, "His threats are hollow, he's just a bit overprotective of me sometimes. Especially because you're a friend of his I'd say."

"Yeah, who stuck a pole up…"

"Sodapop, that's my brother you're talking about," Fox stopped her, but a grin played across her face anyway, "Don't worry, I won't tell him."

The brunette who had just appeared beside them smirked, amusement flooding into her green eyes, which were rimmed with orange around the pupil. Because of the almost odd coloring of her eyes, the blonde and red highlights she had blended in rather well.

Though Jack was a good friend of Spot's, he couldn't help but laugh at Sodapop's comment. Spot gave a good first impression, usually whispers of 'he's hot' or 'his eyes are so blue'. For a girl to insult Spot right away without knowing him was a rare feat and to Jack, quite hilarious as well.

"Does he always find sarcasm so humorous," Sodapop asked, looking at Race, who nodded quickly, "Maybe I should say something about him and see how he likes it."

"Spot's known as a bit of a ladies man," Race explained, "Well, when we're not in school that is."

"The girls may think he's cute, but he doesn't know how to treat a lady," Fox said.

"How do you know that," Jack asked her, recovering from his laughter.

"He learned from our older brothers," Fox answered with a grin.

In the Crowd...

Mingling among the crowds of people were five girls. They stayed together as often as they could, hoping to perhaps capture the interest of a group of guys standing nearby.

Three of them were roommates. Libby, Tiffany Stilz and Aqua had decided to stick together while walking around.

Tiffany or Pocket, was the life of the group and guaranteed to start a conversation where the other two couldn't. She was shy, but could gather her strength quickly after meeting them. Libby and Aqua weren't necessarily shy, but more likely to listen than talk.

Pocket was the second oldest at 16, that was one year younger than Aqua. Her wavy, light brown hair ended a few inches passed her shoulders and appeared to be layered. Her hair, along with her green eyes which also displayed some blue, easily showed her easy-going nature that most people admired.

Libby was more commonly known as Chula and had shoulder-length dark brown hair, lighter brown highlights running through it. Her tanned skin only complimented her brown eyes, which clearly displayed her caring nature.

The last girl was Ann Guyer, or Dreamer to most. Dirty blonde hair, adorned with light blonde highlights reached to her shoulders. Her eyes peered from behind glasses. She was always good for when one of the girls needed a push in the right direction. Though often outgoing and crazy, she knew how to encourage people if needed.

It was Dreamer who first grabbed attention from a group of guys standing nearby. The girls were talking about nothing in particular, but Dreamer always knew how to liven a story or conversation.

"Hi," one of the guys greeted them, grinning at them almost contagiously. Three other boys followed him, one of which flashed them an easygoing smile, "I'm Peter and these are…" He paused in thought briefly. The girls took this brief time to introduce themselves as well.

"Jon," the boy with the easygoing smile introduced himself.

"What, no last name," Pocket asked with a smile, then looked down suddenly, surprised at her quick outburst. She usually wasn't so quick to speak around boys she had just met.

"It's Jonathan Roald Conte the third," Jon sighed, ending with a grimace.

"What a name," Pocket continued, less surprised at herself, "Your family rich or something?"

"Something like that," he replied, "and I prefer Jon." Pocket nodded that she would call him so.

"Who are your other friends," Dreamer asked, directing her question to Peter, who glanced behind him, startled by the other boys. He had obliviously forgotten that they were there.

"The name's Chris Trevino, but my friends call me Tiger," one boy told them, making an exaggerated gesture with his eyebrows, obliviously joking. Dreamer, Pocket and Libby laughed at his expression, but Aqua didn't seem as amused by his antics. She simply replied with her own raised eyebrow, not too subtly letting Tiger know what she thought immediately.

"Anthony Woodard or Woody," the other responded before Tiger could react to Aqua's expression, "You excited about the dance?"

"Yes," Dreamer exclaimed, "It's a great idea for a get-together, isn't it?" She nudged Chula who stood beside her.

"I guess," Chula replied quietly, eyes lowering to the ground. Aqua's eyes did the same. Both were a bit apprehensive about the upcoming event. In that one aspect at least, the two girls had something in common. Pocket merely nodded, a smile showing her interest.

"We're still looking for dates though," Pocket told them, "There are a lot of guys to choose from." It was obvious that she didn't mean it in a rude way, but simply pointing out the large amount of guys in the room.

A lot of girls around the room were busy talking or wandering around to find somebody to start a conversation with. Several had already given the boys their information, though the guys gave out their share of numbers and e-mail addresses as well.

"We don't have dates yet either," Peter came back into the conversation, pausing from his constant moving. Then he stopped, "Wait, do we?"

"Not yet," Woody told him dryly, all too used to this conversation.

"Imagine that, neither of us have dates," Peter stated, then actually listened to what he had said, "Hey, why don't we go together?"

"That might work," Dreamer agreed, turning to the other girls and smiling.

"Hey guys," a new girl entered the conversation. Catherine O'Connell, very rarely called Scrappy, walked up quietly upon saying the two words. Curly, sandy-blonde hair grazed her shoulders, the color contrasting nicely with her gray eyes. Due to her short stature and usual silence, her appearance was a bit startling, as most didn't notice her immediately, "Do you have dates yet?"

"We might pretty soon," Pocket whispered to her, gesturing towards the boys. Catherine greeted them with an almost graceful nod.

"Dances aren't really our scene," Jon returned back to the original conversation, "So it's been a bit hard to find someone to ask. I guess I could consider it."

Peter, Woody and Tiger glanced at Jon in surprise. While Jon was interested in girls, he never showed interest in really going to the dance, much less with a girl.

"Sure, why not," Woody shrugged.

"Let's make a pact," Aqua suggested, speaking for the first time since meeting the guys, "We exchange information and if we can't find anyone else to go with, we'll go together."

"That's a good idea," Catherine said, willing to be part of the conversation, even if the content had almost nothing to do with her, "You're practically guaranteed a date."

The others agreed to this. Each boy got one girl's phone number and e-mail. It didn't necessarily mean that he had to call that girl. If he was interested in somebody else, he could simply call or e-mail that girl instead. The girls were given the same opportunities.

They continued on a different conversation path, each silently asking themselves who they would consider.