Chapter 4

GPOV

"So...you need help with History?" Galen asked, incredulous.

Keller just glared at him, a faint tinge of red on her face. "If you don't want to help, you can just say so, you know."

Galen sighed.

"Just say it already," Keller snapped, her cheeks slightly redder.

"Say what?"

Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say, because Keller got even angrier.

"Just say 'I'm better than you' already," Keller hissed. "Then I can get this over with and ask someone else. It's all Quinn's fault, anyway."

Galen half-smiled. Keller was such a funny thing sometimes. "So, when do you want to start?"

Keller looked up at him with her head tilted slightly to the side and smiled sheepishly. "Thank you...Galen."

KPOV

"C'mon, 'Shel...hurry up," Keller murmured, pointedly trying not to look to her left.

Or, more accurately, to Galen and that blonde ditz who had showed up, asking politely to excuse her and could she pretty please speak to Galen in private.

Keller didn't look, but she could hear.

Everytime Galen said something funny, the spineless flower would laugh, saying "Oh, Galen, you're so funny," and it was oh-so-easy to imagine her lightly touching his arm or staring at those pretty golden-green eyes of his.

The very thought made her want to punch a wall. Hard. So hard that there would be a hole big enough to fit that idiot's head and –

"Hey, Kell'," Rashel said, "sorry to keep you waiting. Ready to go?"

"Sure, there's nothing keeping me, anyway," Keller said harshly, without batting an eyelash.

And the funny thing was that Keller was sure that she saw the green of Galen's eyes flash her way before she got into her truck and slammed the door shut.

RPOV

Keller's reaction had been exactly what Rashel had expected, but it was all...wrong.

For instance, her laugh had seemed a little forced. Her eyes blank, somehow.

"Congrats, 'Shel," Keller had said, clapping her on the back once and proceeded to lie down on the bed, her dark hair spread out like a black lake.

Rashel blinked once, and said, "thanks, 'Kell."

"Don't mention it," and somehow, Rashel felt that Keller had meant that literally.

(A/N: This is the next day at school)

MPOV

"Hey, Keller," Morgead said in English, "can I borrow your car?"

Keller narrowed her eyes. No one touched her truck unless there was an emergency. "Why?"

"My bike broke down, right after I reached this dump." It was a well known fact that Morgead loved his motorbike as much as he loved...Jez.

…

Nah, second to Jez. Definitely.

"Point?" Keller raised an eyebrow, arms crossed.

"Well, she – being Jez – said she'd help me with the bike, but we'd have to bring it to her place, and I can't carry it, and I NEED TO BORROW YOUR DAMNED CAR!"

"WELL, YOU'RE NOT PUTTING YOUR DAMNED BIKE INTO MY TRUCK!"

"Please?" Morgead asked, trying to put on a face which would have probably melted Jez's heart.

"No."

"Please, Keller. This is really important to me, please."

"Nope."

"I'll pay you," Morgead suggested.

"Nope."

"I'll...I'll pay for the gas for a whole month."

Keller considered. "Add another ten bucks now and you've got yourself a deal."

"What? No!"

"It's that or nothing, Morg'."

"Fine," Morgead growled, pushing a ten dollar bill into her hand, "Jez had better cough some up."

"Eh, you know you don't mind. 'Anything for Jez', right?" Keller smirked, smoothing out the bill and tossing him the keys.

Morgead just glared. "No telling, Keller."

"Gimme another five bucks and my lips are sealed."

"No!"

"It's your secret, Morgead." Keller shrugged, turning her back to Morgead, "hey, Jez! I got something important to tell you!"

"Hey! Ugh, fine, here," Morgead hissed and thrust five bucks into Keller's waiting hand.

"Thank you," Keller smiled, "just remember to return my truck when you're done with that damned bike, okay?"

"Whatever," Morgead said, just as Jez came up to Keller. "Hey, Kell'. What's up?"

"Oh, did you know that Hugh asked your cousin – Claire, was it? – out." The expression Morgead threw Keller was hilarious in a 'boys-are-so-cute-when-they're-jealous' kind of way.

Jez bit her bottom lip and said, "yeah. I guess."

"My condolenses to him. Because you can find another guy, right? Tell Jez how she can find another guy who's better later, okay, Morg'?" Keller smiled sweetly, and Morgead shot her another look. "Oh, and make sure you don't destroy my truck. Got it?"

Without waiting for an answer, Keller walked away and raised her hand in farewell. "Ciao!"

KPOV

"Hey, 'Shel. Did I tell you how lovely you look today?" Keller asked in a voice that – she hoped – resembled that sweet, charming, delicate blonde ditz.

"No," Rashel said, sounding amused. "What did you do?"

"Well," Keller laughed, "the thing is..."

"Tell me later, okay? Quinn said he'd fetch me home."

Thank you, God.

"Oh, erm...I'm gonna be home a bit late," Keller said, grinning widely.

"I think you spend to much time with Quinn and Ash. You're starting to smile like them," Rashel shrugged, waving goodbye.

MPOV

When Morgead unlocked the door, there was a note on the driver's seat.

Dear Morgead,

Keep it.

Keller.

P/S: you owe me big, man. I'm walking home.

And the money that he'd given Keller was inside the envelope.

As per usual, reviewwww!

The date thing is next chappie. This is a filler and because I love Jez and Morgy too. :) *though no where as near as Keller and Galen, and Rashel and Quinn.*