I have a five day weekend due to the Indian festival, Deepavali and I'm hoping that I can write up some more chapters. I had already written Chapter 17 and now I'm stuck. Do you guys want some more bonding time between Musa and Andy or should I send him, Jared and Eric home? Speaking of which, Eric and Jared didn't appear much except for Chapter 12 when they first arrived, Chapter 13 when they went shopping with Stella and Chapter 14 when they're having breakfast. Sorry, I'm rambling...

Anyway, I just want to thank ColorfulMusic, Cute Cupcake, Guest and adanthel for reviewing the last chapter. This chapter is longer than the last one and you'll get to see what happens when Musa and Layla take the Juniors' classes. Please review if you want more of Musa and Layla in the Juniors' classes.

Chapter 16: Junior classes

"Stupid Carnfield - what kind of stupid name is that? Stupid Jason - and fuck his stupid face." Musa muttered as she and Layla walked down the hall towards the Juniors' classrooms.

"I'm so gonna beat him to a pulp the next time I see him." Layla swore.

"I don't think he'll be coming near you anytime right now." Musa smirked at Layla as her face fell after realizing that what Musa said was true.

"Bummer." she muttered before brightening. "Well then, I'll just have to find him. You with me?"

"Definitely." Musa grinned as she and Layla high-fived. "Give the the time and place and I'll be there."

"You sounded like we're having an appointment, not seeking revenge on the asshole that made our lives a living hell - in school, that is. I quite like my life when I'm not in school. You know, I get to spend time with my girls, Nabu and - "

"Whoa, whoa, chill, Lay." Musa cut in. "I get it. You love your life with me in it."

Layla stuck out her tongue playfully at Musa, who pulled a face.

"Whatever suits you, Muse." Layla shrugged. "What class do you have now?"

Musa looked down at the piece of paper that was scrunched up in her hands.

"Ugh. Geography with... Ms. Anderson." she groaned. "My worst nightmare."

"Well, I have, um, what the hell is this?" Layla said squinting at the paper before turning it around and groaned. "English. I think I'll just take a nap in that class."

Musa slammed open the door to Room 133, Geography with Ms. Anderson.

"Musa. I see Mr. Carnfield had already told you the arrangement of the rest of the week for you and Layla." Ms. Anderson sniffed and pushed her cat-like glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Welcome to my class. I am Ms. Anderson and you will be learning Geography from me this week."

"Whatever."

Musa moved to the only empty seat in the class. When she looked around, she realized that her seat was behind Riven and in front of a girl who looked irritated for some reason. When she sat down, she saw there was a textbook and some exercise books on the desk.

"You'll use the books for this class." Ms. Anderson said and turned back to her class and continued her lesson before she was interrupted by Musa.

Layla opened the door and stepped inside room 154. She had English with Mr. Jesshelton. She gave a nod to the teacher and sat down in the first empty desk she saw - in front of Nabu, beside Brandon. She noticed that Sky was behind Brandon, beside Nabu.

"Don't mind me, teach. Carry on." Layla waved her hand and laid her head on her folded hands.

The teacher coughed and Layla looked up.

"Layla, I suggest that you sleep during the night and not during my class." Mr. Jesshelton informed her. "Meanwhile, you will use these books for the week."

He handed her a few books, including The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne, an English textbook and a few exercise books.

"Fuck my life." she muttered as she snatched the books from his hands. "What the hell is these anyway?"

"You better learn to control your language, Layla." the teacher warned.

"Whatever." Layla said as she opened to the page that the teacher was currently teaching. "Jason is so gonna get it when I hunt him down."

Mr. Jesshelton ignored her and continued his lesson.

When school ended for the day, Musa and Layla stood with the Winx and Specialists before going home.

"Where did you went after the headmaster's office?" Tecna asked Musa. "You weren't in class after that."

"You're not in Science too." Stella added, turning to Layla.

Layla scowled when Stella said that.

"She was in my Geography class." Riven smirked.

Musa glared at him.

"What?" Riven held up his hands. "It's true."

"Really? 'Cause Layla was in English with me and Brandon. And Nabu." Sky smiled. "And she's not too happy about it."

"Shut. Up." Layla sighed.

"What happened in the headmaster's office?" Bloom asked.

"Me and Layla got moved to the Junior's classes." she replied flatly.

"Really?!" Stella clapped her hands in excitement. "You mean you get to skip Sophomore year? Cool!"

"Actually Stel, I think it was meant to be a punishment." Flora smiled and shook her head at Musa and Layla.

"For what?" Timmy asked.

"You know." Brandon looked at him and wiggled his eyebrows as if sending him some telegraphic message.

"What?"

"What happened in the locker room?"

"Oh."

"Yeah." Musa said glumly. "That one. I didn't even touch him. Well, maybe just a bump in the shin."

"How do you know?" Tecna asked Brandon.

"Jason told." Nabu shrugged.

"That little piece of shit." Layla seethed. "Argh! How old is he. 5? 6? Telling on us like that. Now we have to pass the exam that the head will give us at the end of the week if we don't want to get demerit."

"Easy peasy. For Musa, anyway." Bloom mused. "I'm more worried about you."

"Yeah. Musa always get the highest marks in class even when she's slacking off." Stella added. "No offense, Tec."

Tecna shrugged.

"You should start hitting the books, Layla, if you want to pass." Flora suggested.

"Yes. But that's Sophomore class. The Junior classes are hard." Musa turned to the Specialists. "How do you guys learn?"

"It's easy once you get the hang of it." Helia assured her.

"Yeah. Right." Musa replied sarcastically.

"What do you want, Andy?" Musa snapped.

She was in the music room. Since music always soothe her, she played her mother's flute - the one that go broken by Veronica - whenever she was angry, sad or lonely. Andy had came up to Musa and was about to ask her something when Musa snapped at him.

"Er.." Andy blushed lightly and coughed awkwardly. "Well, I have tickets to see Ant Man?"

"Yeah. So?"

"You wanna come? It's on tonight."

"Sure. Why not?" Musa shrugged and smiled up at him.

"Great. We'll leave at 8:00 pm. That okay with you?"

"Sure."

"Where you going?" Riven asked Musa when he saw her dressed to go out.

She was wearing jeans and a long-sleeve shirt. She had a denim jacket draped over one arm. Her hair was done up in her 'signature' pigtails.

"Just out." Musa replied.

Riven raised an eyebrow.

"Andy asked me to go to the movies with him. He got tickets. We're gonna have dinner and then head to the cinemas." Musa explained.

Riven nodded stiffly and walked past her into his room.

'What's with him?' wondered Musa.

She shrugged and went to wait for Andy at his car.

"I don't know, Helia." Riven paced the living room of Helia's house.

"Write a poem for her. I'll draw you a sketch." Helia said.

"Dude, that's pretty creepy, not to mention cheesy - way too cheesy." Riven stopped pacing and turned to look at Helia. "I don't know what Flora thinks, but I think it's creepy. And I don't do poetry, as I've told you so many times."

"Then why did you come asking me for advice?"

"I don't know." Riven slumped down onto the sofa and grumbled.

"Just tell her you like her."

"How?"

"Poetry."

"Seriously?"

Helia shrugged.

"What do you want me to do?" Helia exclaimed. "You came to me and asked for my advice, but when I gave you advice, you don't like it. Why don't you just go to Nabu? Or Brandon? Or even Sky?"

"Because they'll laugh me to the next century." Riven groaned and put his head in his hands.

"And I won't?" Helia raised an eyebrow.

Riven shrugged. Helia rolled his eyes and sighed before walking out of the living room to the kitchen, hoping there's something that he can eat while watching Riven mope around his house.

"Where do you think Musa might have disappear to?" Stella asked the Winx for the tenth - or so - times. "Her phone's not on."

Layla groaned and flopped sideways onto the couch in Stella's own private living room on the third floor of her house. Stella's bedroom was through a double door on the right wall while the balcony was through a sliding door on the left wall. The walls are painted pale green and yellow with a hint of orange here and there. There was a long L-shaped couch in the middle of the room with a chandelier hanging above it. There was a huge flat screen TV on the opposite side of the wall with speakers standing guard on either side. A fluffy rug was laid between the couch and TV with a glass coffee table on it. There was also a few beanbag chairs which were currently occupied by Flora and Tecna. Bloom was sitting on the single sofa while Stella paced the room with her phone tightly in her grasp.

"Didn't you hear what she said?" Bloom questioned.

"What did she say?"

"You're impossible." Layla muttered.

Stella glared at Layla and turned back to Bloom.

"Well? What did she say?"

"She's going to the movies with Andy!" Layla exclaimed before Bloom have a chance to open her mouth.

"Oh." Stella nodded but then asked. "She did?"

Layla rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Yes." Tecna replied. "What were you doing?"

"I dunno." Stella shrugged and grinned. "I guess I only hear what I wanna hear."

Flora chuckled warmly and patted Stella's shoulder while the rest of the Winx groaned and rolled their eyes. Just then, Stella's phone rang. Stella glanced at the caller's ID and answered the call.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Why?"

"My phone was vibrating all through the movie!"

"Sorry. I was worried."

"Worried?"

"Yeah, we're supposed to come to my house for a sleepover, remember?"

"Oh, shit. Yeah. Sorry, I'll just go home, pack my things and ask Andy to drop me off at your house."

"'Kay, see ya." Stella hung up before informing the Winx that, "She's coming."