I hope you liked the first chapter! This one is where the chips start to fall. I'm trying my best to get every aspect of what happens. Here's the next chaper! R&R!
No one's POV.
Jude, Wyatt, and Jen stepped out his car. They crossed the busy parking lot- it's Friday, were you expecting it to be empty? And started to walk down the pavement. They walked through the big doors, and entered what they'd like to call- home. The second they walked through the second set of doors, they were greeted by the cinnamony aroma of Sticky Buns, from Nice Cinnamon Buns. They took a left, walking past the Scarf Kiosk. They passed many other stores, and finally entered the food court.
"I'm hungry!" Jude whined obnoxiously. Jen rolled her eyes. "I'm gonna go get something to eat. Check. You. Laterrrrr..." Jude hopped on his board, and skated away. Wyatt and Jen made their way over to The Squeeze.
"Hey guys." Caitlin said, as she wiped down the counters. Jen waved, and plopped herself down. Wyatt sat beside her. Jonesy walked over, and handed Wyatt and Jen fliers. He started to staple fliers on The Lemon. Caitlin scoffed.
"Uhm, hello? Do I have 'Free Advertisement' written across my forehead?" Cailtin asked, rolling her eyes. Jonesy ignored her, and sat in his usual seat.
"'Are you lonely and crave affection? Do you want skip the date, and go straight to neckin'?'" Jen read aloud.
"'Then come to the Mini Golf Haven, and we'll set you up with your crush for only five dollars! For an extra five dollars, you could be set up with someone completely out of your league.'" Wyatt finished.
"It's the perfect scam! There are SO many losers that want a little kiss, and will pay through the nose to get one. Five dollars per head, with an average of 60 people, equals... A ton of coin!" Jonesy admired, polishing his nails on his shirt.
"You have hit a new low. You're actually preying on peoples loneliness...?" Jen questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes. Yes I am."
Jen stood up. "I'm going to work." She proclaimed, turning on her heels. Wyatt and Caitlin waved as she headed down the hall.
"Think you can set me up with Courtney?" Wyatt asked. Jonesy rolled his eyes.
"What is so great about Courtney? And sorry man, no can do. Already hooked her up with Duncan." Jonesy replied.
"Are you sure that's a good idea? She hates him. And her parents are like, really good lawyers. She could probably kill him and get away with it." Caitlin remarked. Trent and Courtney came from the east end of the mall, and got in line.
"Hey Caitlin. Wyatt." Courtney greeted. Jonesy rolled his eyes.
"Aren't you gonna greet your favourite maverick?" Jonesy snickered.
"In your dreams, Jonesy."
"Please. You're just sour 'cause the Jonesmeister is off the market."
"Once again, in your dreams."
"See you tonight."
"Uh... We'll have two lemonades." Trent ordered. Caitlin turned on the blender, and placed out two plastic cups. She poured the juice and added sugar. She stirred, put on the lids, and stuck in the straws.
"That'll be $3.80." Caitlin said. Trent handed Caitlin a five dollar bill, and she gave him his change. Trent and Courtney started to head to a different table. "Wait, guys, you can sit over here."
Jonsey shot up. He waved his hands mouthing 'NO! NO!' Courtney and Trent turned around, and came back over to the table. Courtney sat in between Wyatt and Jonesy, and Trent sat on the other side of Wyatt. Jonesy scowled.
"So Cait, what's up?" Courtney asked, looking over to Caitlin.
"Not much. Living in a giant lemon." She responded.
"Yeah... So..."
"You guys going to The Mini Golf Haven? I'll make sure to set you up with your crush. For a price." Jonesy said, as Courtney rolled her eyes.
"If I have nothing better to do after the world ends, I'll swing by." Courtney uttered, leaning over the table. Remembering that he was supposed to get Courtney to come, Jonesy turned on his 'Jonesy charms'.
"You are no fun. How can you sit down with that gigantic pole up your butt?"
Caitlin, Wyatt, and Trent cringed. They knew nothing good was going to come from this argument. Courtney gasped, and stood up from the table.
"That is SO untrue! I'm fun! I just don't find your specific genre of 'fun' feasible." Courtney exclaimed, crossing her arms.
"It's because you don't know how to have fun."
"I know how to have fun!"
"Please. I bet you couldn't even last the rest of the day having our kind of fun. Your fun consists of doing homework, and reading." Jonesy winced.
"What makes your royal smugness, so sure!"
"Twenty bucks says you back down from whatever we throw at you."
"You are SO on!"
Mission Accomplished. Jonesy thought.
"Perfect. Now take off your shirt."
"What?"
"It'll be 'fun'. Won't it Wyatt?" Jonesy smirked. Courtney looked over to him. Wyatt nodded his head slowly, smiling like an idiot. Caitlin looked concerned for Courtney. Trent felt the same. Courtney narrowed her eyes at Jonesy. She sighed, and took off her shirt. "Nice. Now, I'll be taking that." Jonesy swiped the shirt out of Courtney's hands. Courtney's eyes widened.
"What? Why!" Courtney demanded.
"Damn Princess. Didn't know you liked the foxy stuff." Duncan remarked, walking over to the table. Courtney slammed her head on the table, and stayed there.
"Uh... I hate my life..." Courtney droned.
"Oh, what's wrong? Get an A- on the last test?" Nikki cooed, with fake sympathy. She sat beside Jonesy. Courtney lifted her head off the table. "Whoa. I don't know if you have noticed, but you have no shirt on."
"Don't remind me." Courtney sighed. Duncan sent Jonesy a look, and Jonesy gave him a thumbs up. Duncan smirked.
"Well, I guess I'll see you later Trent. I'm going to visit Bridgette." Courtney announced, getting up and throwing her empty cup in the garbage. See walked past them. "Later Cait."
Caitlin waved uneasily.
"I'll text you later," Trent said. Trent looked over to Jonesy and Duncan. "Hey guys, ease up on her."
"Where's the fun in that?" Jonesy asked.
"Okay, I have to hear this." Nikki added.
"I made a bet with Miss Councilor in Training. She has to spend the day at my whim, or cough up twenty bucks. I'm SO not letting her off the hook."
"Nice. Can I help?" Duncan said.
"Of course." Jonesy chuckled.
"Hey dudes. What's h-h-happenin'?" Jude questioned, skating over.
"Courtney sold her soul to Jonesy and Duncan." Wyatt explained. Jude raised his eyebrows.
"Long story." Caitlin clarified. Jude sat down in the seat Courtney was sitting in. Jonesy got a text from Griffen.
Dude. Everything is a go! Get over here, so we can start raking in the moolah!
"Well, I'll see you guys later. Swing by The Mini Golf Haven!" Jonesy announced, leaving. Heather, Tricia, Mandy, Gwen, and Lindsay made their way over to the lemon. Heather removed her designer shades from her cruel, dark, eyes.
"Five lemon whips." Heather ordered.
"Aren't you going to say please?" Caitlin asked, sourly. She put a hand on her hip, and glared at the Tricia clone. Heather rolled her eyes.
"Look lemon-head, we're kind of in a hurry. So just smile pretty and get us our juice."
"No!"
"What did you just say?"
"She said 'No.' Oh, I'm sorry, you probably couldn't hear her because of the hair care products rotting your brain." Nikki spat.
"You got a problem with me, highlighter head? Bring it on!" Heather taunted. Nikki stood up, shooting daggers at Heather.
"Oh that is it, you stuck up little bi--!" Before Nikki could finish, Wyatt clamped his hand of her mouth, and sat her down. She glared at him.
"Let's go girls. See ya later, Khaki-nater." Heather smirked, waving at Nikki. Nikki stared down Heather, as her and little clique strut down the hall. Wyatt removed his hand from Nikki's mouth.
"Man, I can't stand them. Especially that witch Heather. She's like Tricia 2x." Nikki huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"They're not THAT bad..." Jude drawled, in his usual skater tone.
"You're just saying that because they're hot, aren't you?" Trent smirked. Jude smiled crookedly.
"Yeah... Especially Lindsay."
"Blondie? Ugh, her boobs are so fake, you can practically see the bar code on them." Nikki scoffed. Caitlin checked her phone, and started to close down The Lemon.
"Closing time already?" Wyatt asked. Caitlin nodded, and hopped out of the juice bar. She swung her purse over her right shoulder.
"Speaking of Lindsay, I have to go get her a gift. Tyler lost hers, and I'm getting one for him." Caitlin said.
"Bye." Everyone called, as she walked down the hall. Duncan got up.
"I'm going to The Mini Golf Haven. Gonna prepare for the best. Kiss. Ever." Duncan exclaimed.
"You finally get Courtney to agree to go out with you?" Jude asked.
"No. But I did get Jonesy to make sure she gets set up with me."
"Nice..."
"I think I might go too. I've been meaning to ask Jen, but I haven't gotten around to it yet." Trent said.
"She's still at the Penalty Box, if you want to go ask her." Nikki replied. Trent smiled, and got up.
"Yeah, I think I will." Trent and Duncan walked away.
"Ugh, I have to get back to the Krappy Barn. Inventory day, oh joy..." Nikki droned, leaving the table. Jude and Wyatt looked at each other.
"Mini Golf Haven." They proclaimed, heading down the hall.
"Uhm... Courtney, you do realize that your shirt is kind of... not there?" Bridgette remarked, as she handed someone their order.
"I do realize that... Ugh, why did I have to make a deal with the devil?" Courtney cried, leaning against the counter.
"I think it was about pride. That, or you were roaring drunk."
Courtney rolled her eyes, and pulled out her PDA. She opened her inbox. She had a message from the devil himself. Jonesy. Courtney scoffed, making sure to remind herself to delete him from her contacts later.
Come to the Mini Golf Haven in five. Be prepared for some fun ;)
Courtney shoved her PDA back into her pocket, and started to head to the Mini Golf Haven.
"I have to go, Bridge. Satan waits for no girl." Courtney droned, walking down the hall. She got a couple of weird looks from shoppers passing by. Even a man in his forties, wiggled his eyebrows at her, and handed Courtney a slip of paper. He gave her a 'call me' motion, winked, and walked away, leaving her dumbfounded. Jonesy and Griffen chuckled to themselves down the hallway. Courtney snapped as a couple of people just stood dead in their tracks, and stared at her. She rolled her eyes. "Take a picture, it'll last longer!"
"Welcome to The Khaki Barn! Have a Khaki day!" Kirsten greeted at the doorway, to passing shoppers. Heather, Lindsay, Tricia, Mandy, and Gwen entered, and headed over to the shirts. Gwen pulled out a violet knitted tank, and held it up. Heather shook her head.
"Gwen, honey, if you wanted to look like a hobo, it'd be more stylish to ask one for his clothes, than wear that in public." Heather scolded. Nikki sighed, and tiredly flipped a page in her magazine. It wasn't like she was reading it... She was just looking at it to seem busy, so no one would ask her for help, advice, or any service. She wouldn't give it to them anyways. Heather smirked slightly, and walked over towards the counter. "Here, let me pick you out something from a magazine..." She snatched the magazine from Nikki, feeling all high and mighty.
"Hey! Give back the magazine I wasn't reading!" Nikki exclaimed.
"Is there a problem?" Chrissy questioned, walking out of the staff room. She had her usual fake grin spread across her face, and now stood behind the ticked off Nikki.
"No. Not at all." Nikki lied.
"Good. Now Nikki, go help the customers find a change room."
"Hopefully one that I can hide their bodies in..." Nikki muttered, stalking over to the girls. She glared at all of them. Nikki leaned against an unoccupied change room, and stared at the girls. Heather entered the change room, and came out wearing a pair of green capris pants, and a black baby tee with a yin-yang on the centre.
"What do you think?" She asked.
"I think that outfit looks like barf, and it makes your butt look huge. Like usual." Nikki remarked, smiling. Heather scowled at her.
"I wasn't asking you! Well ladies?"
"It's adorable!" Lindsay cooed. Tricia, Gwen, and Mandy nodded.
"I'll take it." Heather proclaimed, changing back into her usual outfit.
"At least you'll be wearing actual pants, instead of those skanky panties you call shorts." Nikki snorted. Heather sent her daggers, as she walked over to the cash register to pay for the items. Nikki made her way to the register. She slowly, and obnoxiously, started to process the sale.
"I'd actually like these clothes, before Christmas!" Heather sneered. Nikki rolled her eyes, and shoved Heather's purchases into a bag.
"Thank you, and have a Krappy day." Nikki seethed, shoving the bag at Heather. I hope she falls in a ditch and breaks all her bones. Then I'll get Izzy to set her remains on fire... heheh, yes... Wait, does this mean I'm a sadist? Heather and her crew headed out. All of them except for Lindsay. She stared at Nikki, with pleading eyes. Nikki raised an eyebrow.
"Lindsay, come on! We're heading over to Huntington's!" Heather called. Lindsay sighed, and trotted after Heather like a lost puppy. Nikki didn't know what to take from that. Does she need help, or is she a clone in disguise? Great, now I'm thinking about the blonde bimbo....
Trent walked into The Penalty Box, and went over to the mens section. Jen scowled as she put away jock straps.
"Stupid job... Why do I have to put away all the stupid jock straps..." Jen asked no one inparticularly. Trent noticed her, and decided to make his move.
"Hey Jen." Trent said, casually leaning into the aisle. Jen looked up, then smiled at Trent.
"Oh hi Trent. How are you?" Jen replied, shoving the jock straps under the shelf to her left. She got up.
"I've been meaning to ask you..."
"Yes...?"
"If you want to... Y'know...--"
"Wyatt! Wyatt! Oh, there you are...!" Lydia yelled, running over, and tackling Wyatt--erm, I mean, Trent. Her crazy eyes stared into Trent's green eyes.
"For the last time Lydia, I'm not Wyatt!" Trent clarified. Lydia stared blankly at him.
"Yeah, we have this new policy? It's called buy something, or get out." Jen grumbled.
"Masterson! Is that any way to talk to a customer!" Coach Halder barked from across the store. Jen groaned.
"Coach, she's not a customer, she's--"
"Anyone who steps through those doors, is a customer! Do I have to give you a two minute minor?"
"No! No Coach!"
"Then get back to work!"
Jen sighed, then hastily put away the rest of the jock straps.
"If you'll excuse me, I have to restock groin protection." Jen fumed through gritted teeth. Trent pushed Lydia from on top of him, and chased after Jen.
"Jen, want to go to Mini Make out Golf with me...?" Trent asked. Jen smiled, and turned to face him.
"Sure." Jen replied. Trent smiled back.
"Cool..."
They shared an awkward hug.
"Whoa! Whoa! We'll get to you eventually!" Griffen exclaimed, taking another couples money. He wrote them on his clipboard, and ushuring them to a course. Jonesy held the outline of who was making out with who, when, and where. He jotted down names, and told couples where to go. Courtney arrived, and narrowed her eyes at him.
"What do you want me to do now, Jonesy." Courtney sighed. Jonesy smirked.
"I've set you up with a friend of mine, so I'd apply my lip gloss."
"It better not be Darth. Or Harold. Or Ezekiel. Or you!"
"Shut up. Just head to the UFO at seven."
Courtney hmphed, and walked away. Trent tapped Jonesy on the shoulder.
"Dude, could you set me up with Jen?" He asked. Jonesy nodded approvingly.
"Be at--"
"Coming through!" Izzy screamed, running into Jonesy, causing him to drop all of his papers. She was wearing all of her swim gear. Sierra ran past in her purple and white one-piece, then Owen wearing his swim trunks, and water wings. Jonesy put the pile of sheets back, not paying attention to the order.
"What are you guys doing?" Trent questioned.
"Going swimming in the fake lake at hole 12!" Izzy replied, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. They continued to run.
"Hey! You guys better not pee in there!" Jonesy warned.
"Sure thing, Mom!" Izzy retorted, before doing a cannon ball into the water. Owen and Sierra were on her tail.
What to buy, what to buy...
Caitlin sighed, and continued hunting for something that would go best with Lindsay's skin tone. A crystal necklace is perfect for stage three of a relationship. Stage 1? The first date. Dinner is always the best choice for that. Stage two? Movie nights, and chocolates to show that 'I'm happily dating, and compassionate towards my partner!' Stage 3? After dating for months, an expensive gift for your girl is due. Jewelery is the best choice for this stage. Caitlin continued down the aisle in All That Glitters, and was about to give up hope, until...
"Oh. Em. Gee. It's perfect! I'll take it!" Caitlin squealed, pointing excitedly at the shimmering necklace in the display. The clerk took it out of the window, and placed it carefully in a black velvet box.
"You sure you can afford this, little lady?" The man questioned.
Caitlin smiled proudly, and adjusted her purse. She waved her hand dismissively. "Don't question the shopping expert, sir. I am a trained professional."
"That'll be $1049.99."
Caitlin gasped. "What?" She exclaimed. Caitlin cleared her throat "Er, no matter... I'm not paying..." She muttered. "I'll be using the Vincent account."
"May I see your I.D.?"
"Uhm, okay..." Caitlin handed the clerk her driver's license, before handing it back to her.
"Okay, since you are not related to the Vincent family, I cannot give you access to their account."
"Oh, don't worry. I'm a family friend!"
"Eh, even if so, I cannot let you use--"
"Listen buddy," Caitlin spat, narrowing her eyes. "My best friend lost the gift for his first girlfriend, and needs my help. So if you don't let me get this for him, he'll get dumped and it'll all be my fault, SO LET ME INTO THEIR ACCOUNT!"
Slightly disturbed, the clerk gulped. "Er okay miss... Password please?"
Caitlin's face became a vacant stare. She coughed. "Password?" She choked out.
Stupid competitiveness... Stupid Jonesy... Stupid me! Why did I have to agree to this! Courtney hissed to herself, slowly making her way into the UFO. Her pupils tried to adjust to the darkness of the room, but before they could, she had bumped into someone. Courtney blinked a few times, before someone tilted her chin and met her lips with his own. After they pulled away, Courtney sighed.
"Wow..." Courtney gushed.
"Courtney?" A familiar voice exclaimed, removing his hands from Courtney's waist.
Courtney gasped. "Noah?" She shrieked.
Oh ho ho! I said at the beggining of the fic that there would be some TxC, but I lied. For a couple that I have recently realized I like, I decided to add some ClassPresidentShipping for screwtherulesihavmoney! I love her Shakespeare and Sarcasm fic! There will be some Trent and Courtney friendship, don't worry! As well as some JenxTrent! Since TDA messed up Trent and Gwen, I thought I'd add some TrentxJen cause well... Jen and Gwen share the same voice actress and it'll be like Trent and Gwen never broke up! And sorry, this won't be uber long like MTMF, at the most, 8 chapters. Review!