"What's on the menu today?" Warren asked, rolling his eyes.

"No way Peace." I said, immediately sitting down across from him and shoving a tupperware of shu-cream at him.

"No what?" He grumbled, looking at me with smoky brown gorgeous eyes. Wait, did I say gorgeous? Ugh, leave the physical attraction for hot famous guys, Perkins! Schoolyard crushes are pointless unless they're seniors. Geez. "Are these profiteroles? How many did you make?"

"It's not profiteroles, it's called shu-cream. Get you Asian on, man. Cream puffs have names too. And I just made a few dozen." I rolled my eyes, getting back to the subject, "You and Wonder Wusses (a/n: don't blame the alliterations! It was the only thing I could think of that started with a W) over there," I pointed to the small group consisting of hippies, punks, wannabe-gangsters, boy-next-doors, and nerds. As in one of each of the most diverse groups you could think of all mashed together in one table, "saved the school from this awfully preppy honors student turned psycho who wanted to zap all the students and some old people here into babies."

"Yeah, so?"

"So...? Saving the masses deserves some mention, you know. You wanna know how I heard about it?"

"No."

"Good. Stories are more interesting when unwanted."

"Where the hell did you hear that?"

"Senile uncle-in-law." I leaned forward before whispering to him, "He used to torture people."

"Craziness runs in the family, then."

"Aw, you're just saying that." I waved my hand at him, "Anyway, I heard that the three kids that helped out Grayson are coming back to school."

"Those deadbeats?" He groaned.

"Yeah! Next week. They're going to be hated. A lot. And I heard that one of them used to be popular. Ha, she'll be like a helpless little puppy."

"You're enjoying their demise a little too much."

"It'd be like a Lifetime show. Follow the lives of three students who betrayed their whole entire school as they come back and face the very ones they turned against."

"Let me guess. You plan on becoming a writer?"

"No, that's too boring. I'd probably do that just on the sidelines. Maybe I'll be the new Crocodile Hunter. I like scales."

"Whatever, just promise you won't hang with them." He knew me too well. But, what he did not know, or could not compete with, was that I was the master of debacles... wait, that's not right.

"What's so bad about transfer students, Peacey?"

"Don't call me that. And they're not just any transfer students, they're Grayson's crew."

"Wow, minions of a born-again psychopath, sooo scary. Maybe they'll try another poorly thought out plan to finish us off, not taking into consideration the fact that people can escape through places other than the front doors! I'm quivering in my sharpie covered converse!" I was very proud of my white converse. Well, they weren't white anymore, they were scribbled on with many colors. And they were words

"I'm serious, don't hang around them. They're bad people."

"Oh god, you sound like my foster dad. I hang out with you, don't I? You're considered the baddest person in the whole entire school. Don't worry, I can handle them."

He handed back the empty container of shu-cream, obviously forgetting to leave at least one for me. Heh, at least I have a chocolate cake with oreo crust at home.

And my converse were cooler than him.

Author's Note: Yes, I am slowly turning to stereotypes. In style.

Yes, this story has a plan. It has a lot of unknown plans inside that plan, but it will have an ending. And possibly a sequel.