Hiya! Thanks to any of the people who are reading . If anyone has a particular character they'd like a POV from in this , let me know and I'll give it a go. I thought I'd have a go writing as Johnny and Bif, so hopefully it won't be too OOC.

Disclaimer : I am painfully aware that I don't own this .

Chapter 11 - Organising

Melvin's POV

"Hurry up , Melvin - I need to put it back!"
"Patience is a virtue" I snapped as I delicately replicated Lola's curving , flowery handwriting,wondering why the hell she needed to dot her i with a smiling face .
"Don't say that - it's what people say when they're going to take an hour on something!" my friend shrieked .
"What's the worst she's going to do to you ,anyway?"
"You have no idea ... " Beatrice replied darkly as I finished the note.
"There - how's that?" I asked as she scanned my note.
"Perfect ." she smiled, tucking it into her pocket . "I'm getting my braces off this afternoon , so I'll give this to Tad on my way back - could you get the other one to Lola, please ?"
"Sure - are you looking forward to getting rid of them?"
"Utterly . Thanks so much. I promise you that when all this is over , I'll buy you a new role-playing game." she offered." Do you remember the code?"
"Yep- only Lola is pretentious enough to have 'sexy' as her combination." Beatrice giggled a bit before looking at the clock.
"Damn- noon already. I have to go. Bye." she shouted as she ran off. I looked down at the other note , picking it up carefully .Smiling , I straightened up a bit as I walked to the lockers.

Tad, consider this payback.

Johnny's POV

The freshly-fixed engine purred as I turned it on .
"Perfect" I smiled to myself ; perfect like a bruise on a trust fund brat's face; perfect like the effortless tunes floating around the room with fluid smoothness .

Perfect like her...

My peaceful mood was crushed the moment she entered my head. Lola. The girl who made me laugh without even trying. The girl who purred loving words to me with such eagerness I couldn't help but believe her. I loved her more than anything; she was my oxygen,my water ... my woman. Nothing was too much trouble if it was for her- she had everything I could give her.

And how did she repay me? By cheating, lying, whoring herself out like she was worth nothing better.

I tried so often to end it, I really did- but every time I did she said those words I wanted to hear, and every time I was dumb enough to listen. I could never understand how one look could compel me to take her back, how a few whispered words could have me on my knees , pleading for forgiveness. Bitch. As the red mist descended, I rammed my fist into the wall, immediately regretting it as pain seared, a drop or two of ruby blood staining the floor.

"Hello?" a soft soprano voice called before I could begin a post pain swearing rant. I spun round to see my visitor, praying it was Lola. No such luck.
"Sorry , are you busy? I can come back later ..."
"Now is fine." I answered, trying to ignore the pain in my knuckle."It's... Beatrice, isn't it?"
"Yes. Anyway, me and the other nerds have sent some notes out and we have a plan in action- long story short, you need to meet us at the Bridge at eight o'clock tomorrow night. Can you do that?"
"Yep. Why?"
"Like I said, kind of a long story. I 'll explain tomorrow. What happened to your hand?" she asked , wincing at the dried blood on my knuckles.
"I... I kind of punched a wall." I looked down at the floor, realising how dumb I sounded. She probably thinks I'm an idiot. Lola probably does too- she treats me like one, the slut!

Oddly enough, the nerd broad didn't snicker at my confession, preferring to silently pass me a clean, white rag from the bench. I grabbed it, muttering "thanks" just loud enough for her to hear.
"It's nothing. You might want to get it looked at, though- I'm surprised you're not in more pain." she advised, the tiniest hint of concern in her voice (perhaps she was worried I wouldn't be able to punch those trust-fund turds with a cast). With that, she walked off, mumbling "bye" at a barely audible volume.

I walked over to one of the bikes to start tweaking it , needing to think of anything but Lola.

Bif's POV

The warm fire cackled as it burnt the roof of the fireplace. The mahogany grandfather clock shouted out to indicate it was four o'clock. An impatient knock on the door echoed through towards me and Derby who stayed silent besides occasionally mumbling "checkmate".
"That will be the pizza I ordered," Derby assumed ,knocking my queen over before he walked down the corridor.
"Beatrice, what an unexpected surprise". Surprised, I wandered to the door.
"She's been dodging me like a blasted grenade for days, so what the hell is she doing here?" I wondered."Maybe she knows about... no, Bucky wouldn't tell anyone."
"Hello...um, is Spencer here?" she asked , blue eyes staring at Derby .
"He's in the shower at the moment... his homework ready?"
"Nearly, but that's not why I'm here."
"Of course, how rude of me- come in. Bif, get Beatrice a brandy or something."
"That won't be necessary thank you- I'm not here on a social call." she said, still refusing to acknowledge me as she reached into the pocket of her green dress, pulling out a small piece of paper. "Could you please tell him that this is from Lola?" she requested, holding the paper out. Derby grabbed the note from her. Smiling for the first time, she ran off, nearly tripping over a few times.

A few minutes later, Tad floated down the staircase, dressed immaculately in Aquaberry(as always).
"Who was that?" he enquired .
"That nerd girl- she left a note from Lola for you." Derby answered , holding the note out. Tad snatched the note like a greedy child , breaking into a huge grin as he read it.
"It would seem ,gentlemen," he boasted, "that I have a date tomorrow night."

Beatrice's POV

So there I was- still alive, remarkably. In the last few days, I had broken into a locker, nearly got killed when I got frighteningly close to being caught breaking into the aforementioned locker, stole a diary and arranged a trap for a slut(which would result in me getting killed). Now came the really hard bit- putting the diary back.

Did I mention I was going to get killed?