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Chapter 7

Woo! First big party of the year, and guess who's throwing it? OK, so his college aged brother is, but still, that's even better because we all know that rich college boys don't throw parties without their rich college boy friends! Hopefully we'll get some scandal out of the evening.

Confirmation on the split of the Cat and the Senior. He was overheard saying, "Whatever, it's so over." And given her and The Bash Brother's new um, affectionate state, I doubt she cares much.

Girl half of perfect couple is avoiding boy half. Are we feeling guilty?

Formerly chatty and giggly Captain and Skate Queen now sit in awkward silence. Regret, table for two?

One preppy nerd girl running out of The Mall of America carrying a Nordstrom's bag. Have to look cute for her big night. She's found her ticket into the in crowd.

Questions and Comments:

QC: Are you one of the varsity members of the Warriors?

A: Do I sound like a guy? No I am not, you will never know who I am, don't bother asking.

QC: That tutor girl is super lucky, considering I heard that his father told him he can't talk to anyone except her and his teammates until his grades get up.

A: Given what I've heard about his dad, I wouldn't be surprised.

Annie stared at herself in the mirror, primping uncontrollably. This was so stupid. He was just a boy. A boy who could barely add fractions for that matter. But he was so cute, and it didn't hurt that he was like, super popular, and she knew her parents would approve. Maybe it was dumb, but she was a good girl, and she wanted to stay that way. She had a feeling that Adam liked that she was good. She sighed looking at the simple blue Ralph Lauren dress she'd bought. Maybe she was too dressed up. She'd never been to a party, except like birthday parties. Not this kind of party. She nearly fainted when she heard a knock on the door.

"Hey," Adam smiled shyly as she opened it.

"Hi," She said just as quietly, exhaling, she wasn't too dressed up, judging by Adam who was wearing a neatly pressed pair of khakis and a white Polo button down. "Um, so I guess we should just go."

"Sure," He nodded, "You look really great."

"Thanks," She smiled. They walked. He wanted to grab her hand. He didn't know if he should. "Thanks for inviting me."

"Thanks for teaching me the Pythagorean Theorem," He laughed. She giggled. "I mean, trying to, it's so not your fault that you couldn't, you're a great teacher, I'm just a terrible student and," He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry, I'm nervous."

"It's OK," She laughed, "I am too." He nodded as they kept walking. "So how do we ease the tension?"

"I've got one idea," He whispered and stopped. She stopped too and looked up at him and swallowed. He put his hands gently on her waist and leaned down and kissed her softly. She savored it and then whimpered as they both fell into it and he pulled her close and they really kissed each other. Mm, prep love.

Charlie and Tammy lay on her bed making out. This is what they did now. At least before they'd talked sometimes, now nothing.

"We should get to the party," She whispered. He kissed her again. Then she gave up and they kissed each other hard.

"Do you want to do it?" He said. She swallowed. She really didn't. It had been nice, to be sure, but she didn't really want to do it again. She had definitely fallen out of love.

"No," She shook her head, "Let's just go Charlie." He sat up and nodded.

"Hey Tammy," He looked at her, she nodded back, he didn't know how to ask her if she thought they made a mistake too. Can you tell a girl that having sex with her had been a horrible idea? "Forget it, let's just go."

"You look so hot tonight," Portman smiled, he and Julie already happily settled into an arm chair in the Banks living room. Julie giggled and kissed him, she was wearing her only pair of designer anything, a pair of Seven straight leg jeans and a white silk tank top she'd found in a bargain bin at a vintage store with Connie. She straddled him, her arms around his neck. He smiled. She was a good girl to have at a party. But for some reason he couldn't stop thinking of the time last year when, half drunk and feeling neglected she'd gone over to Scooter, who had been shooting pool with his buddies and sat on the table in front of him and kissed him, wrapping her legs around him. It had promptly ended the game and they'd proceeded to make out on the felt all night.

"I feel hot," She whispered, "I'm hot for you, and I'm going to have to get these jeans off at some point."

"I think that cane be arranged," He nodded. Pool table be damned, he was the one who'd seen her naked.

"Could you two suck anymore now that you're a couple?" Fulton mumbled from behind them, downing his second drink.

"Fult, maybe you should slow down," Julie said concerned, "We've only been here like 20 minutes, and you haven't really eaten much lately."

"She fucked him," He growled, "And everyone knows," Julie sighed. "And that's not even the worst part, the worst part is that Charlie did it! Charlie! I almost dropped out of school for that guy! I've spent more time in detention because of beating people up for him than, well this asshole." He pointed at Portman.

"I'll let that one slide because you're upset," Portman said. "In his defense, you told Charlie that you didn't like her anymore." Fulton growled something neither of them could make out and then walked away. "Alone at last." She giggled and they went on to a full fledged make out.

"You here alone?" Luis whispered, standing behind Connie. She turned around and looked at him.

"He's meeting me here," She said, "We're going to talk. Neutral zone."

"Are you going to tell him?" He asked. She shrugged.

"I haven't decided yet," She said, "It depends on what he has to say. And,"

"What chemicals are in his blood stream when he says it?" Luis raised his eyebrows. She nodded. He kissed her.

"Luis, don't," She pulled away, "Please, until I talk to him."

"Just reminding you," He smiled.

Guy stood outside at the party running the joint he had in his pocket between his fingers. He was going back and forth on whether or not to spark it up. There was no shortage of people to share it with, so maybe he could just take a few hits.

"Hey," Fulton said walking up next to him, "I hear you're our new herbal specialist."

"Wanna forget about something?" Guy laughed. Fulton nodded. He handed him the joint, "Enjoy." He walked inside. That was easier than he thought it would be, or at least he thought it would be, he froze when he walked into the kitchen.

Spotted:

Perfect bubbles popped. Clearly three is not company in this case. Girl half and speedster have a lot to answer to, after all people in glass houses shouldn't yell at their boyfriends about lying.

Sickeningly sweet lovebirds skulking in corners stealing kisses. Prepsters and scholarship kids alike, nothing is better than a new flame to heat up a soiree.

Single Bash sitting out on the deck sparking a dube, so wait, he doesn't eat, he drinks like a fish and now he's partaking in illegal substances? Someone get this boy a guitar, he's a Behind The Music waiting to happen!

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