As always, thanks for the feedback, it's truly appreciated.

The lyrics at the beginning are from the Oasis song "Champagne Supernova". If you've never heard it, and even if Britpop really isn't your thing, I still urge you to listen to it, it's such a sexariffic song.

Chapter 10

Slowly walking down the hall
Faster than a cannon ball
Where were you when we were getting high?
Some day you will find me
Caught beneath the landslide
In a champagne supernova in the sky.

I sigh flopping down next to Madison, "What kind of English teacher gives a pop-quiz? Really I can't feel my hand anymore, I wrote that much."

"Mrs Luck is loco, we both know this." She pauses pursing her lips, "Anyway, are you up for a shopping trip after school?"

"We've got practice, remember?"

"I meant after practice, duh."

"Mad's," I shake my head, when Madison wants to go shopping, Madison goes shopping, no matter what, "Before I left earlier my parents told me to get home straight after practice, something about a family dinner."

"So your mum's got the night off of work again?"

"Got it in one. How about we go shopping tomorrow, we finish at three instead of four so we have more time to max out our credit cards." I suggest flashing her a winning smile.

"I love how your mind works Davies," she smiles deviously, her dark eyes sparkling, "And after we hit the mall we can get ready and head out to Grey; it's going to be a great night girl, so much man candy!"

I shift uncomfortably and smile politely at her, "Mad's you know I'm…."

"With Aiden, yada-yada." She cuts me off, rolling her eyes, "That doesn't mean that you can't still guy-surf - there's nothing wrong with window shopping whilst you're broke."

I roll my eyes at her as she flips her hair, for no reason, "Madison, you know I don't like to, uh, guy-surf." Which isn't a lie, I really don't, I do however like to perv' on hot girls.

Sigh, I'm such a guy sometimes.

"I know you don't girl, I guess that just means more male cutlets for me!"

What's really worrying is that Glen talks about women in the same way, half the time I don't know if he's talking about a girl or a burger. Ah, Glen, that reminds me, "Mad's,"

She raises her brow at me, wordlessly telling me to go on, "You know Glen…"

"The looser you're related to?" she replies, idly thumbing her nails.

"The very same…"

"What about him?"

It's a very good question, and it makes me wonder why exactly, I'm willing to try and set him up with Madison, when he's a jerk most of the time… Oh yeah, he's my brother and despite my best efforts I do love him. Damn genetics!

"Well, he has a thing for you," I shrug, "He wants to go out with you, and very possibly hump you in the backseat of his car."

It may have been crude but it was pretty accurate. I don't know what it is about his car, but he certainly likes to bang girls in it, that's why I refuse to travel in it anymore. I remember coming home from a night out a few weeks ago and as I neared his car I noticed it was bouncing, I swear he could have worn out his suspension that night. Oh ew, I really need to stop this train of thought. Suffice to say, my brother is a disgusting creature.

"As do most of the guys at King, you know what girl, make that most of the guys in LA, and I can't blame them."

One day I think Madison's ego will actually suffocate her, "And I'm sure you'll get through most of them before you go off to college. But for now, can't you just as agree to one date with Glen, I dunno, like ask him to tag along to Grey tomorrow or something." I let the idea soak in her head for a moment, "And if you can't stand it, then you can always get drunk."

"Okay girl, you've sold me. Oh I have to tell you about…"

Her voice fades into the background as I feel a pair of eyes on me, a pleasant shiver rushes down my spine as I glace around, searching for whoever has their gaze locked on me. A curtain of blonde hair comes into view as I lock eyes with Spencer, her cheeks flushing as she looks away, the guilt of being caught colouring her face. She smiles shyly as she turns her gaze back to me, ducking her head away when she sees I'm still looking at her. I grin at her sheepishness and turn my attention back to Madison, soon feeling a familiar set of eyes on me. It's good to feel wanted.