Hiya ! I hope everyone's enjoying the story . By the way , I'm planning on having a halloween chapter ,so if anyone has an idea of costumes for the nerds or the greasers ,please let me know , because knowing me they'll end up in something daft and no one wants that .

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Chapter 16 - Lola

Johnny's POV

"So Taylor seriously blew up the chemistry room?" I checked , trying not to laugh too much. My lieutenant nodded.
"Yup . Watts' face was priceless. I nearly did too, but one of the nerds warned me . Speaking of which, she says she'll be down for her stuff soon- she asked me to tell you not to taste it." he added. For some reason, I suddenly heard the spray calling to me, squealing 'try me, try me!'.
"Ok... did she say why?"
"Nope. Any ideas how we're getting the other two?"
"Too many... if I told you most of them, I'd get thrown back in Happy Volts." I commented, making a mental note not to suggest anything with a chainsaw involved."How's the bike going ,anyway?"
"Great. I'm getting some new parts today..."

The bike talk went on for a few hours before we were disturbed by a bang. The doorway opened to reveal a scrawny boy with a cast and the nerd girl, her frail fist still in mid knock. Awkwardly, she tucked a few imaginary strands of dark blonde hair behind her ear.
"You're not busy, are you? I can come and get my spray later..." she started.
"Nah, it's fine. I'm guessing this is Bucky." I gestured to the guy with her(the skinny nerds all looked the same), whose various graffiti on his cast included formulas and the words "friends for all time" along with a list of the nerds, each name with an unforgiving caricature.
"Yep- that would be me." he smiled, holding out his good hand for me to shake. "Thanks, by the way- Beatrice told me everything. Anyway, I've got homework. See you later " he smiled, rushing off, his shoes slapping the floor.
"Everything?" I asked, hoping that no one knew I spilled my guts out on the pavement. She shook her head. Relieved, I rooted about in my jeans pocket for the lost item.
"There you go. Why was it so important I didn't taste it?" I wondered aloud. At this, she looked around secretively, as though she half believed that Peabody would catch her at any moment.
"It's pepper spray." she admitted, smiling gently at Peanut's "I'd best not mess with her" face. "Thad insisted." My right hand man squirmed at the mention at the mastermind behind the latest nerd weapon(he didn't like to think about Thad after the 'yardstick incident').
"Might've known Thad would think of that." he mumbled.
"Can you blame him with everything that's been going on?" Beatrice pointed out before turning her attention back to me. "Anyway, any ideas how to help us with the preps?"
"Not if you were wanting originality. Just beatings."
"Maybe we should think of something else- giving their hobbies and homelives into account, I doubt that would bother them. If I think of anything, I'll let you know."
"Fine."

She glanced at the clock."I'd best be going- I'm meeting up with the guys " she stated apologeticly, turning to walk off. As she did, a familiar click of stilettos met my ears.

"Hi babe" the visitor said, her ruby lips grinning to show off perfect teeth. The brazen beauty swanned towards me, placing her hands on my arms .
"I came to talk about last night." she explained softly, looking at me with the expression of a guilty child.
"I meant what I said- we're done." I said, pushing her off me with just enough force to not harm her.
"Oh come on, babe,we always get back to each other." she pouted. "I love you, Johnny; You love me" Well , she's half right.
"No you don't." I corrected .
"Love is so complicated, Johnny." she breathed, batting her eyelashes at me.
You love someone, you stay with them, you don't cheat- what's complicated?
"Um... I'm going to leave." Beatrice barely whispered , backing towards the door .
"What are you doing here?"

Beatrice's POV

Oh dear. I can think of a million things to say right now, and every last one of them would get me slapped into Elizabethan England.

Before I had a chance, Lola put two and two together, somehow ending up with seventy five.
"So Johnny, it looks like you're not so perfect after all." she commented."But she's seriously the best you could get? Well that's not at all offensive .
"I'm here on clique business, Lola." I explained, mentally adding "at least I can keep my legs shut" before dashing to the safety of the library.

Peanut's POV

"Clique business my ass. Honestly Johnny, how did you get stuck with that?" she demanded, gesturing to the direction the nerd girl had ran off before going into a huge list of her flaws including spots, shyness and an irritating habit of breathing(apparently, Beatrice wasn't very popular with the girls).

About four hudred and three flaws later, her tone softened again.
"Johnny baby, you could do so much better than her." she drawled in that sickly sweet tone of hers. "Let's be honest- we're meant for each other." Recognising the loyal, forgiving expression on my friend's face, I realised I had to say something to save my friend from making the mistake of taking Lola back (again).
"I wonder if Spencer would agree with that ."
"Oh don't be like that, Peanut." she said, emphaisising my hated nickname."That was completely innocent."
"Oh right... Like it was innocent with Gord, Chad, Algie..." I commented, watching Johnny's face darken slightly with each name.
"Shut up, Peanut."
"...the townies ,Mr Burton..." (All right, I made those two up, but it had the desired effect.) Johnny's horror radiated through the room.
"Lola, just get out and don't come back." my friend ordered.