A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, guys! This semester has been crazy with challenges, and I really appreciate the patience you have for me and my story! This is a short chapter that is setting the scenes for future chapters, but the next one is long and drama filled, so I promise you will see progression shortly! Thanks for the reviews! Your support means so much!

Nadine quickly and quietly closed the bedroom door to Rhonda Wellington Lloyd's bedroom before anyone in the house could hear or see her. She had to lie to her best friend that she was walking home with Lila in order to arrive to her house before she could. They were planning to hang out later, but this could not wait any longer.

As the lock clicked behind her, Nadine now turned around to confront the bedroom of her best friend. Her green eyes searched scarcely along the messy area, trying to locate the item that she was digging for.

A broken beer bottle? No.

A failed, shredded Algebra test remains? No…

A condom wrapper? Definitely no.

When was the last time the cleaning staff was up here?

Success.

A white Pear Mac was sticking underneath the outside of the scarlet sheets of Rhonda's bed, just waiting for its owner to use once she arrived home.

Nadine snuck around the other side of the bed to slowly steal the laptop from underneath the sheets, hoping not to disturb the already scrambled scene before her.

She slid onto the carpet beside the bed with the computer cuddled in her lap. This had to be finished as fast as possible. Nadine remembered that Rhonda could reach her house any minute with Sid right alongside her.

That was one of the many secrets of Rhonda Wellington Lloyd that the best friend of someone such as the Princess was forced to keep. Sid would come over on Tuesdays and Thursdays and have a romantic rendezvous with the Princess. Although it was a Wednesday, she and Rhonda had discussed at lunch how Sid did not have to report to work this afternoon, so she would have to come over later in the evening. Nadine frowned at the idea that his conception of work was selling marijuana inside the alleys of Hillwood after school let out each day.

Of course Nadine was concerned that her best friend was cheating on her current boyfriend with a drug dealer and friend of Harold, but even her actions and words could not influence Rhonda's decisions. Ever since preschool, Rhonda had a collar and leash on Nadine, and was constantly forced her to be her companion. Even though Nadine considered Rhonda her best friend and cared about her, sometimes she couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she was freed from her chain.

As she opened the Pear Mac in front of her, it opened to Rhonda's blog's dashboard. Nadine being her best friend already knew that Rhonda never signed out of her blog or shut down her computer when she was complete, making this mission even easier to accomplish.

Scrolling down the blog's dashboard, Nadine was able to discover the folder that she was finding.

Saved drafts.

One click led her to a list of potential blog posts pouring with gossip from around the hallways of students at P.S. 121.

Any student at P.S. 121 would kill to have a chance to even have a glance at this folder, but only Rhonda herself had access, considering she created it. Nadine was granted permission to be in the room when the files were being formed, but she never had actually viewed them until it was released like all the other students. But, there was one particular post that Rhonda had shared with her one night that caught her attention. One that must be destroyed.

However, the most recent one was the one that Nadine had right clicked and dragged the computer mouse down to the word delete.

Are you sure, the laptop prompted as per usual.

Are you sure, Nadine?

The click confirmed her answer as the blog post was deleted.

Forever.

"Now, Sid. You're probably wondering why you are here on a Wednesday." Rhonda Wellington Lloyd peeked behind the screen of her white Pear Mac to her company, Sid Gilfaldi, who was now sitting beside her on her marvelous, maroon canopy bed, big enough to fit at least six people.

He smiled a sick smirk at her statement. "Oh, baby. I can guess." His lips leaned forward to those of the Princess, awaiting her command.

"Not now!" Rhonda pushed away his pursed position, and rolled her eyes to his request. "This is strictly business!"

"Feisty. I like them like that." As he winked, Rhonda shook her head and returned to the file of blog posts before her.

"I need you to do me a favor." She purred, pushing the keys to her keyboard at a rapid pace.

"How can I help you, babe?" The words slivered off Sid's tongue like a snake hissing at his prey.

"What's your newest product?" Rhonda whispered, finally taking her bold, brown eyes away from her laptop and now onto her awaiting suitor. She slowly unbuttoned the top button of her red blouse as she in one move slid the computer off the mattress.

"Now that's more like it." Sid reached into his back pocket to pull out a miniature capsule of a grounded up, illegal substance to place in between the black, lacy bra of Rhonda Lloyd.

Her brown, blood-curdling eyes followed the path of Sid's hand as it nestled his newest creation between the supportive lingerie for her breasts. Although it lingered longer than it should, Rhonda sneered as she leaned forward to unbutton the top button of Sid's jeans to return the favor. Reaching in, she brushed the tips of his penis before discovering the prize of a condom.

Sid's aroused appearance met hers, but before he could thank her like a gentleman should, a pair of roaring, red lips suddenly silenced him. While gasping into the kiss, he allowed his fingers to find the underneath of Rhonda's lingerie and grasp onto her breast, squeezing as she moaned into his mouth.