Woah… When you go from chapter three reviews to chapter two reviews… There's like a 21 number gap! Oh well, chapter three wasn't near as funny as what the boyfriends are doing ;

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And there's a poll at the end of the chapter for you guys! Be sure to put your thoughts in it! And as a side note, some real stores are mentioned in this chapter. I don't own any of that, just as the disclaimer.

We find our crazed group of teenagers at the food court, where their girlfriends were spying on them. Unaware of the danger of falling behind in the competition, they bought some sodas and took seats at a nearby table.

"So, what do you think the girls are doing now?" Chad asked casually with a sip of his soda. He was the only one at the table with a relaxed posture. Troy was spotting his head in his hands, Zeke was scanning over the list with anxious eyes, and Ryan was running a hand through his hair.

"Kicking our butts." The rest of the group chorused in response to Chad. To say the least, after the last events, the boys were not in the best of spirits. After a minute of silence, Troy finally spoke up.

"How's the list looking, Zeke?"

"Not too bad- but the tasks are long," He paused in thought. "The next one is a 'Name Game'."

Ryan sat up with interest, cocking his head with a questioning gaze. "A 'Name Game'?"

"Number Four: Go into any hair salon (we're letting you pick this time) saying you want to dye your hair pink. First, switch places after you check in, and switch again when the stylist goes to get something. Finally, the third person will come in and argue with the second person. Then, all of you walk in claiming to be the same person. Finally, just get too frustrated and walk out." Zeke replied, reading off of the bright pink paper in his hands.

"Then let's go ahead and plan this out," Ryan began. "Who's first?"

"I'll go." Chad chimed in.

"Then I will." Troy added.

"And I'll go last," Ryan concluded. "Wow. That was easy. Let's get going." The group nodded and picked up their sodas. Ryan handed Zeke the camera, which had been recording the entire time, so he could be the one to stand in the background and get the footage of the event.

After a few minutes of walking around in search of a worthy salon to pull the prank on, they found the perfect one.

Although small, the salon was a favorite of the girls, it being the coziest place with the peppiest staff. The mass amount of gullible stylists was too much for the four adolescents to resist.

Chad made his way into the salon confidently, with a stride that made him seem like he belonged there. The other's hid right outside of the store, in clear view of the scene, but out of the view of the receptionist.

"Can I help you?" The receptionist, a dark-headed woman in her early thirties, asked sweetly.

"Yes, I'd like to schedule an appointment to get my hair dyed pink." Chad said proudly with a smile tugging at his lips.

"Dyed… pink?" She asked skeptically, confusing lining the pale features of her face.

"Yes." Chad nodded happily.

"Well, okay. Thank you, and I'll get a stylist right out." She replied as she went into the back. With that, Chad signaled Troy from the outside, and the two exchanged places. The salon was not very busy, with only one stylist working today.

Troy, planning ahead, had observed from afar how Chad had acted while waiting and talking, imitated the stature that Chad had held. He laid one arm across the armrest, drumming his fingers; propped his head up on the other arm, included with a bored expression; and finished it off with crossing his legs, his foot tapping to an imagined song.

To say the least, the receptionist was definitely surprised when she walked in to find Troy sitting in the same spot at Chad had been sitting.

"Excuse me, sir. May I help you?" She asked, still looking around the room for Chad. After all, she was thinking that Chad had simply left and Troy had come in wanting a different appointment.

"Yes, you already asked me. I'm waiting to get my hair dyed." Troy replied simply.

"You're Chad? Wasn't there another young man in here earlier?" She eyed him skeptically.

"No, it's just been me, myself, and I." Troy replied with a mischievous smile.

"Oh, then follow me." She finished with a wave of her hand, motioning Troy in the other direction. Shaking her head to clear it, she continued into the back of the salon. Maybe I'm just seeing things today. She thought with another shake of her head.

After motioning to the seat where Troy was to sit down at, she left. On her walk back, she could have sworn that she saw the first 'Chad' behind the tree in the waiting area, but again, she just thought she was seeing things. Picking up her purse, she walked out of the salon. It was time for her to get off, and she was anxious to get home.

"Chad?" The stylist asked as she pulled a black cover-up over Troy. She was much like Sharpay, except in her late twenties and with dark green eyes.

"Yes." Troy replied with a nod.

"So, we're going to dye these locks pink today, are we?" She smiled, revealing and array of perfectly straight teeth. Typical hair stylist… Troy thought to himself.

"I believe we are." Troy nodded again, snapping out of his thoughts.

"Well, then I'm Tiffany. Let me go get some spray and we'll get started." Again, she smiled widely and went off into the back.

Quickly, seeing his cue, Ryan snuck out from behind the salon chair he'd been hiding behind. Troy quickly set Ryan up in the exact fashion he had been sitting in. As quickly as he could, he retreated to the spot Ryan had once occupied.

Not thirty seconds later, Tiffany emerged from the back with an armful of supplies. From afar, Ryan didn't appear any different than Troy, but as she got closer, she noticed that indeed, there was a different person sitting in the chair.

"Pardon me, but wasn't there another young man sitting here earlier?" Tiffany asked curiously.

"Oh, no. It's just m-" Ryan began, as the real Chad strode into the room, coming out from his hiding place from behind the tree.

"Hold everything! Why is he here? I'm Chad!" Chad cried, outstretching his arms to add a more dramatic effect.

"But-" The stylist began, but was interrupted by Troy.

"Wait! I'm Chad!" Troy protested.

"But, if both of you are Chad, than who am I?" Ryan asked.

"Troy." The two chorused nonchalantly.

"But aren't you Troy?" Ryan asked with an accusing finger pointed towards Chad. "And you're Ryan!" Ryan then pointed to Troy.

"What the heck is going on here?" The stylist intruded with stress lining her voice.

"I dunno." Chad shrugged. "I'm outta here. This is too confusing, man."

"Me too." Troy agreed, starting out of the store.

"Screw this. I'll just get my hair dyed later." Ryan finished, catching up to his two friends as they made their way out. Zeke snuck out of his hiding place, meeting the three outside the store.

"Brilliance." Zeke chuckled.

"That was actually fun. What's next?" Ryan added. Zeke, not needing to pull out the list, answered his question.

"It's for Troy," he laughed. "You have to go inside Dillard's and try on some make-up. Then ask which color matches you better." Zeke finished, followed with a roar of laughter from Chad and Ryan.

"I just knew this was coming." Troy mumbled.

"I had my turn, Troy. It's only fair." Ryan nodded. "Plus, then you can laugh when we get to number twelve." He winked.

"WHAT IS NUMBER TWELVE?" Chad cried, as the group quickened their pace to head over to Dillard's to avoid answering the distressed Chad. Lucky for them, they had picked a salon that was close to the huge store.

Ryan was finally handed the camera, him being the initial recorder. Somehow, Zeke had taken over the duty and hadn't realized until they reached the store. The four found hiding for the video camera in a nearby clothes rack, so the camera was completely out of sight.

Sighing, Troy walked casually up to the counter, debating on which 'Try Me' lipstick he should apply first. Settling on one titled 'Coral Reef', he applied it. It left an orange tint to his lower lip, and he rubbed both lips together like he had seen Gabriella do so that he could get it on both.

"Is there something you are looking for?" A worker asked with an astounded look on his face. This one, unlike most, was a teenage boy forced by his boss to work in the make-up department. The question snapped Troy out of his current project of perfecting the application of lipstick.

"Yes. I would like you're opinion on which color would fit me best," Troy began, "Coral Reef, or…" Glancing quickly over at the other shades of color, he finally saw a color name. "Rose Dust."

"By any chance, are you looking for a quick gift for your girlfriend?" The clerk asked. Thinking quickly, Troy responded with the only words that would come to mind.

"Well, actually, yes." He responded. Might as well find a gift for Gabriella while he was out.

"First, is she that girl that was staring at you a second ago?" The clerk asked, pointing over Troy's shoulder to a girl facing the other way. Her dark curls and tanned skin made her identity unmistakable.

"Gabriella." Troy muttered, seeing the group of girls walk off. Before he could wonder why they were here to begin with, he responded. "Yes, it is."

"Well, her and her friends were over here a second ago, and she happened to be looking at a lip gloss color called 'Sunset Breeze'. Might I say that it does compliment her skin tone perfectly." The clerk nodded.

"I'll take that, then." Troy added quickly, wanting to share his discovery of the girls with his friends. He paid for the lip-gloss and met up with the guys outside.

"Did you like a color so much that you decided to buy it?" Chad asked, holding back laughs.

"Nope. Got something for Gabriella." He smiled happily.

"Good grief, Troy. Is she all you can, like, ever think about?" Ryan shook his head.

"Isn't that what it's supposed to be? And by the way, I saw the girls in there." Troy added quickly.

"I did, too. Overheard them talking about Ashton Kutcher. They must be on their Ashton Kutcher dare." Zeke replied with a shrug. The guys were silent for a second before coming to a realization.

"They're on number six!" Each cried.

"Next, next, next!" Ryan exclaimed, the group stopping to listen to Zeke.

"Chad, go find a girl to flirt with." He said simply, taking out the list and handing it to Troy.

"What?" Chad responded, not fully processing what Zeke was telling him.

"Go flirt with a girl." Troy chuckled, seeing the dare.

"Really? AWESOME!" Chad smiled and went off to flirt with a girl sitting at a nearby table. Zeke took the camera from Ryan so he could chase Chad down while Ryan read the dare.

Have someone go flirt with a girl without showing them the dare (REMEMBER YOU ARE ON CAMERA!!!!) and then the others come and respond later that he just escaped the mental hospital and you are sorry that he tried to sweet talk them.

"So Zeke just randomly chose Chad?" Ryan asked as him and Troy made their way to Zeke, filming the situation from a few tables away.

"No, I wanted him to do it. He's been annoying. This and number twelve will embarrass the crap out of him." Zeke chuckled again. The three went silent, eavesdropping on the situation.

"Did you know I'm on the Varsity basketball team?" Chad smoothly said, the girls all giggling with delight.

"What position do you play?" One of the four girls flirted back with another giggle.

"I'm very versatile." Chad grinned, putting his arm around the girl asking the question. The group, watching from afar, decided that Chad was getting a bit too big headed, so they got up to approach him.

"I'm sorry, ladies." Zeke said, holding the video camera under his arm.

"What's to be sorry about?" The girl on the opposite side of Chad began. "You're four hot guys, we're four cute, and single, girls."

Zeke, taken aback, tried to open his mouth, but failed. Ryan chimed in on his defense.

"No, we're sorry, but Chad here escaped from us. You see, he has a condition wrong with his brain, and we were going to bring him here for ice cream before we take him back for a session at the mental facility. Zeke here had a video camera because we are needed to film his behavior." Ryan finished.

"Mental? He is mental?" The girl Chad had his arm wrapped around asked in disgust, getting up.

"No! No!" Chad responded in confusion.

"Ugh. Let's go." Another girl began, the others quickly agreeing. With a nod, the group was off, leaving Chad in a state of total confusion.

"What the freak?" Chad gave an evil glare to the group.

"It was the dare Chad." Troy laughed, taking a seat next to him.

"You could have at least told me." Chad retorted, folding his arms across his chest and facing the other way.

"That was also part of the task." Ryan responded, covering his mouth to hide the escaping laughs.

"Is there anything else?" Chad asked grumpily.

"Nothing that you need to worry about." Zeke shrugged, getting up.

"Yet." Ryan mumbled with an amused look on his face. Six tasks to go… Just six tasks to go…

Poll: Although all dares are planned out, would you guys like to start suggesting dares? I mean, this is a story you're reading. I might as well put in stuff that you would like to see in here! Already, reviewers have submitted some suggestions.

The next chapter already has a basis, but we can start doing polling for a reviewer's dare next update.

Also, posted a Valentine's day fic called 'Secret Masquerades'. Check that out if you want some fluff!

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