Okay I know I said 5 reviews, but I couldn't wait:) Thanks for the reviews and just to clarify, we are exactly where Bratfest ended. No body is together(yet!)except for Jolicia. And here is chapter numero two.

7:39 A.M Monday October 3

Great Oak

BOCD Campus

So this is what Derrick Harrington had come to. Ogling his ex-girlfriend so blatantly that he swore she smirked directly at him when they caught each others glance. Wow.

"Dude!" Josh Hotz shoved him. " You were staring so hard I thought you might be trying to pull a Matilda so Massie would come over here" Josh joked and play punched Derrick again before he fully snapped out of the spell he was under.

"What?" Derrick knit his brows and his muddy brown eyes showed confusion. After Massie disappeared around the corner, he could finally concentrate on his friends and how he hard he would have to deny still liking Massie.

"What's a Matilda?" Chris asked cluelessly. His cobalt blue eyes narrowed at Josh as if he was accusing him of making something up.

"You never saw that movie? This little chick could move stuff with her mind. And she was like, eight" Josh stared at him in shock. He sat down against the trunk of the tree and pulled off a flimsy piece of bark and chucked it past his feet. He got dirt on the back of his preppy RL argyle sweater.

"No, considering I'm not gay" Chris teased back and watched Josh's tan cheeks turn bright crimson. Chris rubbed his hands on the front of his jeans before he sat down next to Josh.

"I do have a little sister if you didn't remember" Josh pointed out to him in a mumble.

"Whoop! Just saw five hotties and the Hurley is ready to score" Kemp Hurley made his entrance. He was carrying a cup of black coffee that had just spilled droplets over the side of the cup as he slid in between a sullen Cam and bored Derrick.

"Ugh. Nice one Hurley" Cam complained after examining the 3 small drop stains on his new Air Jordans. He sat down and rubbed the spots trying making them disappear.

"Hey retard. I guarentee that was Massie's group considering you turned the same corner 2 minutes apart" Derrick pointed out with an eye roll. He sat down on the treated grass too and left Kemp to stand alone with his stupidity.

"Dylan is freakin hot today. I thought the red hair was familiar…." he trailed off in what seemed to be thought. Probably about how dumb he was.

Kemp sat down and took a big swig of the coffee before the bell rang. He crumpled the festive holiday cup and threw it behind a bush. A little, grey, rabbit popped out and darted across the lawn until it found a new bush to hide in.

"Back to the trailers" Cam moaned as they all stood up. Derrick was still thinking about Massie. Cam could always tell by the sub-conscious semi-smile that always found its way onto Derrick's face when he was zoned out.

"C'mon" Chris coaxed them up and away from the tree. He pushed a piece of sandy blond hair out of his eyes. Time for a hair cut.

They dusted off and sighed about going to the girl boxes. All except for Josh. He knew that having Alicia get him back in Main Building just to break up with her was horrible, but what could he do? It was the only way back in.

In a PC-esque line they guy-strutted across the lot until they saw the blue boxes up ahead. The dark, bland blacktop concrete was in a bold contrast against the egg shell, blue boxes that shined from a fresh washing. The Sun was rising still and hit the windows at the perfect angle to show off the girly lace that was displayed.

Ms. Dunkle was trudging across the lot with her hair frazzled and brief case lagging. Girls wheeling around LV suitcases excitedly ran across the lot in an attempt to claim the best seats before anybody else could. The guys sort of squirmed as if trying to hide. Derrick wished he could be doing just that. He decided to take it like a man and map out a game plan-get in fast and hide!

Cam couldn't care less. He knew the contest had been rigged. It didn't matter to him. He would so much rather be here than trapped with Olivia as his baby mommy for a whole semester. Not like she cared that they broke up. Hours later she had been spotted with that emo-freak, Eli getting pretty friendly. Gross. He shook his head and turned to scope the crowd and find Ms. Dunkle again. There she was. Just as messy as always.

The girls probably never knew that she came from Briarwood. Known as the ditzy sixth grade A.P math teacher. She had jumped at the chance to keep her job, even if it meant teaching from a glammed up trailer in the back parking lot of the actual school.

Derrick stopped when they reached the edge of the small crowd waiting for Ms. Dunkle to fish her key out from her coat pocket and unlock the doors.

"This is sooo lame" Kemp complained with his head thrown back dramatically. His mess of brown curls were now short and kempt after a trip to get the 'fro clipped up at the barbers.

"Could be worse" Josh put in slyly. He pulled a Yankee cap out of his messenger bag and pulled it on backwards. Who said preppy and sporty didn't mix?

"Uh, how?" Chris's eyes were wide pools as he stared at Josh in shock. They were now laughingstocks stuck in gay guy boxes for 5 more weeks. It didn't get worse.

" Explain later" Josh whispered fast after he caught two of the school gossips trying to listen in. He didn't know their names and the gossip wasn't usually right, but he couldn't take a risk on the almost identical brunette pair that was obviously leaning towards them trying to hear the next story they could spread around.

Finally the small flood of students trampled through the expensive door nearly crushing their teacher in the process. The boys hung back and who would end up next to them but Layne and Dempsey?

"So are we still on for tonight?" Derrick overheard Layne ask jungle boy. He tried to listen in discretely but had a hard time keeping turned around and facing away from them.

"Yeah. Just make sure you don't tell Claire. I don't want this to get back to Massie" Dempsey replied in a low whisper as he let go of Layne's hand.

"Why can't you just tell her? Why are you with hr and you don't even lie her?" Layne whined. Dempsey stood solemnly and didn't reply. He just hung his head down and adjusted the strap on his ugly messenger bag.

Derrick heard every word and it filled him with rage. Did this kid have any idea what he was doing? He was messing with Massie freakin Block. You just plain out don't do that. You could be physically, emotionally and psychologically bruised for the rest of your life.

Derrick stomped up the steps and through the door trying to figure out what his next step would be. Tell Massie and risk her hating you even more? Don't tell Massie and risk her hating you even more. Either way, he lost.

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BOCD Main Building

Art Class

10:48 A.M

Ow! What the heck was that? Claire looked around for an explanation as to why she was being currently blinded by sparkles and came up with the answer: Massie Block with a glittery version of the iPhone.

Claire kept her eyes locked on the Monet that Vincent had on display and was gushing over at the center of the room while pulling her bulky Nokia out of the inside pocket in her Prada tote bag. It was a Massie hand me down that worked perfectly with the colors and styles Massie picked out for her outfit today.

She powered up the phone without incident. She peered down at the little LCD screen for a millisecond and opened her inbox.

Massie: need 2 get 2 BS drng lnch. EMG.

The message was short and Claire quickly replied without looking to even check if she was right. Her thumbs scuttled over the keys to check her 'Outbox' for errors in the message.

Claire: y! stll lcjrronm 4 bows

Massie shot her a 'what the heck' from her stool across the room. Claire went back to her phone and tried again. She put in one word at a time and checked it for mistakes. Her revised copy was actually readable.

Claire: y? stll lckrroom 4 boys

She hit send and thought she was home free when Vincent caught her. He turned around and she could almost see the fire and steam that was about to come out of his ears. His face was bright red and he almost matched the beret he chose to wear today. Bad fashion choice 1.

"'S!!! I do believe that it a BOCD policy that there will be no cell phones in the classroom. Am I not right?" he smirked and twisted at his short moustache before turning to write a detention slip.

He scrawled down all of the information for her detention and tore off the paper before slamming the carbon copy on her desk to turn in.

"But Vincent?" Kristen called out sweetly across the room, coming to the rescue. She tried to look as sweet and innocent as possible.

"What" he spat angered with another interuption. He turned leisurely around as if he didn't care what she was going to say.

"Claire was actually going to use her internet connection to pull up more of Monet's work. She wanted to show the class contrast in his art" Kristen twirled a tendril of her honey blond highlighted hair as she put on a fake smile and secretly sent Claire a message with pictures of Monet's other art under the table.

"Is this true?" he called sarcastically to Claire not believing a word. He snarled when she fumbled to find the words.

"Um, yeah…let me…" Claire's mouth went dry. How was she supposed to play along?

1 New Message

Claire opened it praying for a miracle and it came in the form of cell phone screen size photographs from museums.

She breathed a sigh of relief and showed Vincent. Wordlessly he snatched the phone and stared at the picture. He pulled her detention slip back and threw it away before slamming her phone down on his desk.

"If you want to share Ms. Lyons, I would appreciate if you used, I don't know, a computer with my permission!" he was still angry but Claire was at least out of trouble.

Without her friends or cell phone to hold her attention(Monet was not going to cut it), her mind shifted back to the thoughts she had spent all day trying to push back into the depths to be forgotten about: Cam Fisher. There was no way she could tell him in person how she felt after all that had happened. What was she going to do?

Massie: nice save K

Kristen opened her phone after Vincent looked away. She beamed back as her response before throwing her phone in her organized tote.

She had been waiting to check Myspace messages earlier but helped Claire out when she got caught. She couldn't afford to have anybody mad at her. Especially if anybody found out she was in the Witty Committee. Or worse, that she was trying to help Layne get Dempsey when she was supposed to be on Massie's side.

Kristen's stomach took a dive when she thought of having to betray the BOCD queen. Massie always had ways of finding out. Everything. The thought alone made Kristen want to puke. That, and the thought of Dune coming back the day of Scarefest.

Scarefest was going to be the first annual BOCD Halloween party. To avoid conflict with student agenda's it was being held next Friday night, two weeks early. The night before the Tomahawks had their first official game at the BOCD fields.

The bell rang and students hustled out of the class in a hurry to get to fourth bell before lunch. Sinks started hissing with warm water so they could wash their hands of paint and ink and the snapping of paper towels being pulled filled the room.

"So everybody meet up at the Range Rover like always and we can head to the mall" Massie declared to the semi-huddled group around her.

"Done" Dylan started hesitantly. She kept herself from burping as part of her new "act like a girl" resolution.

"Done" Claire echoed.

"Done" Alicia wiped her hands off in a brown paper towel.

"Done" Kristen put in and slid her phone out fast to check for any messages. None.

"And Done" Massie finished and went back to gathering her books and fingering the charms on her bracelet to charge up her alpha battery for today after school. She needed as much alpha-juice in her battery as possible if she might have to deal with the soccer boys later at the game. There was no way she could go in less than perfect. Today she would have to prove herself again and again to get her status back. It's just what an alpha does.

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