AN: Okay, I am so sorry that I haven't put this up yet…I've been dealing with some personal hell, and I had a freakin' busy weekend that at the same time might have been completely pointless…anyways, here it is.

The rest of the school days passed on without tons of drama…it was mainly just remnants from the fight in the hallway.

Stacy started sitting on the other side of the room during their classes together. In English she had Chase and Foreman—who had to have his schedule changed for "personal reasons"—to sit with. The three of them had become some sort of trio in the class, and generally Chase and Stacy would be the drama starters. Foreman would role his eyes and act bored when they began their daily bash on the three girls across the room.

That week English would end with Thirteen calling both Chase and Stacy out, and Stacy—no matter the statement before—would say "What's the matter Thirteen? I'm keeping to your rules aren't I?" This would stop Thirteen because she didn't have a defense considering that they'd mainly be gossiping about her when they were loud enough to be heard, and she had told Stacy to do whatever with her. To say that was a regret would be putting it mildly; she felt like her eye was about to start twitching like Topanga's in that episode of Boy Meets World when they're talking about how the planning of Cory and Topanga's wedding went.

Other than that one hour in the day, things had simmered significantly, and by Friday, the last night of the play, it seemed that things were pretty calm. They had been going over some last minute changes for the big finale of the musical, and were now just warming up and waiting for the crowd to form.

It wasn't long before they were getting their one-minute cues and were going on stage for their last performance. Remy was peaking through the curtain; she had just enough time to wave at Jo and Steve before she was yanked back behind it and put in her spot by Miss Fitzpatrick, "Sorry Fitz-P, I was just seeing if my cousins were here…" She gave the teacher her best puppy dog face.

This made Miss Fitz-P sigh, "Well they saw you, and we need to start the show…" She was waving her arms around wildly, because she was on edge…she had to keep everything and everyone in control, she had valid reason to be this way.

"Sorry Fitz-P, I'll be good." She gave her a sincere, apologetic smile.

"Good." She walked away, "Okay everybody ready? Let's get the show on the road!"

~0~0~0~

When it came time for Allison and Remy's song, they were finding it hard to not touch each other more and more on stage, despite the theme of it. The song takes place at their characters' engagement party, so practically all the cast and their mothers are on stage with them.

Remy dropped the hand that Allison had taken, "I can't take much more of this. This obsessive compulsive, control freak paranoia! I didn't pierce my nipples because it grossed you out." She was looking at Allison square in the eye, "I didn't stay at the kink club last night because you wanted to go home!"

Allison looked exasperated and jealous, "You were flirting with a woman in rubber!"

"There will always be women in rubber flirting with me! Give me a break!" She raised her voice, calling the attention of the rest of the characters on the stage to listen to her as she began the first verse of 'Take Me Or Leave Me'.

Throughout her verses she was walking and spinning and climbing on the tabletops on the stage. She had never done this to a full extent, and she almost fell. But, Allison caught her, making look like it was supposed to happen. They would get in each other's face, trying to out do the other, and then they would completely pull away. They got a huge round of applause when the song ended.

~0~0~0~

The applause was even louder as they all took their bows and ran off the stage when it ended to go to the after party.

Remy ran backstage to get her musical make up off and put on her…concert? Would that be the appropriate term? She was just going to sing a few songs before either her voice, or she was going to call it quits, so it's not like she went full out…just enough to make her not look as exhausted as she felt.

She was just finishing the last of her make up when Allison walked in. "Hey you." She said softly from behind.

Remy looked around them to see if anyone was in hearing distance, but decided that the coast was clear, "Hey baby." She smiled and walked over to her and gave her a peck. Allison though, didn't think it was enough, so she went in for a deeper kiss. "Mmm, we need to get going. I told the non-existent band that's doing me a solid, that I'd try to beat the party. We're using Damien's set up tonight, so at least we won't have everyone waiting."

"Okay…It now makes sense as to why you weren't driving that God forsaken hippie van. I was kind of confused how you were going to beat the school to the club and set everything up without it." She said as she linked their fingers together and leaned into her.

"Hey! Don't be rude to Reba; she's been very good to me!" She pretended to be offended, then took the back of Allison's neck and pulled her in for another kiss. She kissed her forehead before her next words, "Let's go baby." Allison nodded and they dropped each other's hand and walked out of the room casually.

Stacy had been lingering a while after the show, and dove into a spot that neither of them could see when Allison came in. She was listening intently and her ears were burning with the knowledge she had just acquired. She reached for her phone and stealthily stuck her arm out to take a picture of the kiss. Then she sent it to House with a text that said, 'I know we're not together anymore, but look who's got chemistry on and off stage…' Then, after the other girls walked out, she left to go to the party too.

~0~0~0~0~0~0~

The party was in full swing by the time Remy and Allison…and Stacy had arrived. Everyone was yelling for the band to play, so Remy ran up and grabbed a guitar to settle everyone. She had just started singing 'My Life Would Suck Without You,' when she saw House and his pack of jock straps come in. Of course, the entire school was invited, so she couldn't just tell someone to get them out. He looked like he was on a mission and a worried feeling started taking over.

She took a few more songs and had just started 'I Write Sins Not Tragedies' when House found Allison.

"Hey Cameron." House said getting her attention, "I've been looking for you."

"What do you want House?" She asked in a 'couldn't care less' attitude, crossing her arms and leaning her weight to one side.

"Well, it's just…when you told me that you broke up with me for someone else, I didn't really believe you." He leaned in close, "But, then I found out who it was with… You know, I had no idea that you were a lesbian."

"What are you talking about?" She tensed slightly and looked at Remy.

"Oh, don't play dumb, Cameron. You're looking at your girlfriend right now." Allison turned away from Remy, and bit her lip nervously. House invaded her bubble and show her the picture he got from Stacy not even an hour before, "Let me ask you something, do you really think that she can make you cum as good as I can?...My money's on no." He wrapped his arms around her, trying to hug her from behind.

She pushed his arms away and turned toward him angrily, "Well, then that would be one bet you would lose! Do you know why she got the nickname Thirteen? She's a thirteen out of ten in bed!" She looked him up and down smugly, happy that she managed to make him surprised, "you're barely a six." She turned back to the stage with the same smug attitude, but gave Remy a look that told her she wanted to leave, or at least wanted her to be off stage and with her.

"I never would have guessed you could bitch someone out and not apologize after…you apologize for everything." He was still too close for comfort.

"Not anymore. And I don't hear you apologizing for cheating on me…so give me a good reason as to why I should apologize to you?" He didn't say anything, "Goodbye House." She didn't turn to him; she just clenched her jaw and tensed even more.

He stared at her for a moment, all of the regret and hurt that he caused himself seeping in his narcissistic head, "Bye Cameron." He walked away from her.

Remy's nerves had settled as House walked away when she reached the middle of the song. But, she celebrated too early… she was glad she had decided not to play guitar during this one and that this was her last song…the rest of them were getting paid to be there, so she was pretty sure they could handle themselves.

Cameron had about point two five seconds to herself before she heard the devil's voice from behind her, "I can't believe you just let him go. He was going to try and get you back!" Stacy leaned against the railing, facing the blonde. "I thought you were in love with him."

Cameron turned to Stacy and sighed, "How I feel—or don't feel—about House is none of your business…Why are you over here badgering me? You were in this position three years ago. I thought you were in love with him too, but you dumped him flat on his ass, out of the blue, for Mark. At least when I broke up with him we both knew that our relationship was too bipolar for us to deal with. I had valid reason to break up with him…you're just a bitch." She shrugged and turned back to watch Thirteen again.

This got Stacy's goat. She leaned in close and began speaking with venom in her voice, "I took that picture and sent it to House, and don't think I won't send it to the entire school."

"Oh yeah?" Cameron turned to her with a new confidence, "Go ahead. Why should I be ashamed of Remy?"

"Is that a joke or a rhetorical question?" Stacy smirked smugly.

Cameron raised her eyebrow, letting the brunette know she went too far, and changed the subject, "So, now what are you doing? Are you telling Mark that it was just some big misunderstanding and sleeping with both of them? Were you and House both sleeping with each other and me and Mark, or was this during mine and Greg's dry spell? I know that Greg is generally careful, but I'm worried about any STIs you might have contracted. Should I get myself checked out?"

"You fucking bitch!" Stacy stepped closer and slapped her across the face.

~0~0~0~

As soon as Remy saw Allison finish some longwinded comeback, she knew she might as well have been in River City, Iowa because there was trouble with a capital T.

She had launched off the stage and ran through the crowd; the audience thought it was her big finish—or she really had to pee because she had totally done that a couple times during her fun classes—so needless to say, she got an applause and almost body surfed.

By the time she had reached her girlfriend and the only remaining bitchketeer, Stacy had already slapped Cameron…twice, but Cameron wasn't lying down and taking it. She went in for a slap herself.

This was when Remy stepped in, she was going to stop it and take Allison home then and there, but when she saw the fist that Stacy had formed, she tackled her to the ground. She began yelling to make sure Stacy could hear over the music and from the pure adrenaline coursing through her veins, "What did I say? I told you if you went near her again that I'd beat the shit out of you, you punk ass bitch!" She punched her once, but the way they had fallen to the ground, Stacy easily gained the upper had after a couple maneuvers and became the dominant one.

Remy wouldn't let this happen, so she grabbed Stacy's hand bent it back with both of her hands. Stacy immediately became submissive. Remy grinned, satisfied that she had won the battle, but Stacy's eyes looked behind her and soon she was ripped from Stacy and thrown on top of a table; it wasn't a hard throw, just enough force to get her off the other girl.

"You wanna be the guy in the relationship? Then fight like a man..with a man." House had been keeping his eye on Stacy and Cameron as well. And, never liking Thirteen..and hating her when he found out she was why Cameron left him, had something to do with his reasoning behind defending Stacy.

Thirteen had rolled off the table smoothly; "Don't defend her because you're mad at me for what you did!" Thirteen could see right through him.

"Fuck you bitch!" His young mind came up with nothing quick witted to respond with…so he went with the first thing that came to mind. And his anger was turning into far to much adrenaline…so, he started swinging his arms, getting a few hits in, and completely irritating Thirteen.

She manipulated the situation to go in her favor and soon, she was on top of him. Her knees were pressed into his shoulders so that he couldn't move his arms. She leaned down close to his ear. "I thought I wasn't going to have to tell you to stay away from her. I thought that you understood that the speech I gave to Stacy, I also gave to you. But, I was wrong, seeing as how that bitch didn't even understand it. If you come remotely close to her and I find out, I will not be responsible for my actions, do you hear me you narcissistic, misanthropic son of a bitch?"

Despite her dominant and intimidating position, he laughed. "And what do you think you are capable of doing to me? What happens when all I have to do is look at her for her for her to come back to me? What happens when I get her back and you're just the past?" He was provoking her…and she didn't need any provoking, "Is that why you want me to stay away? Because you know that it's all true? Face it Thirteen, you're nothing but curiosity…why else would she want to hide your relationship? That was her idea right? You both know it's not gonna last. You know that after maybe another month or two she'll kick you to the side like yesterday's garbage."

Remy went ape shit. The anger took her over completely and all she saw was red. "I will fucking kill you, you son of a bitch! Do you hear me? I'll kill you dead!" She was ripped off him by his minions. "Let me go! Fuck holes!" She 'solar plexus'ed Foreman who was directly behind her, then dead legged Chase and unfortunately Wilson because she didn't realize it was him.

By the time Remy's crazed threats came the crowd had at least tripled in size. Principal McBride, Miss Tyler, Mr. Taub, Fitz-P and Miss Clarke had all come to see what was happening.

Allison—who had been yelling for her to stop the entire time—pulled at Remy's arm, yanking her into her embrace, "Please! Please calm down! Let's just go home!" Remy was staring at House as he got up, she took him down yes, and she fought twice the fight that any man would have. But…she only did about the same amount of damage…maybe. Allison was pulling her away, mainly from House and Stacy, but also from the crowd. "Please baby. Let's go."

"Okay," She wrapped her arms around her and held her close, "Okay." They began walking away from the crowd and to the door.

"What the hell is going on here?" Miss Fitzpatrick grabbed Remy's arm to get an explanation. Remy stayed quiet and looked anywhere but at Fitz-P; she felt like she let her down.

"Miss Hadley! Answer the question." Principal McBride stepped into the conversation.

"I tripped!" She spat out, glaring at him, "We're leaving, so there's not need to spoil everyone's fun." She turned to Miss Fitzpatrick, who was friends with the club's owner, which was the reason they got the club in the first place. "Will you tell the owner that I'll be back sometime between Monday and Wednesday next week to work off, or find some conclusion for the damages?" After she received a nod, she took Allison's hand and they left.

They were soon inside her car and she started the engine, she turned her head to Allison, but kept her eyes on the center consol screen. "Do you want me to take you home?"

Allison looked at her and lightly caressed her already bruising face, "No, I want to stay with you. I want to make sure that you're okay…"

Remy sighed and hmphed at the same time, "I'm fine." She glanced at her.

"I want to stay with you." Allison said once more and leaned in to kiss her. After, Remy put the car in gear and they took off.

AN: Okay, here's this one. I have the next one written already because I got really into it as I was writing, so I'll put that one up probably Wednesday or Thursday…depending on if I have time or not…

As always, let me know what you think!