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Before the Cameras

The whole table jumped when I slammed my tray down and allowed my head to follow.

'What's up with you Knox?' Jamie eyed me warily.

'I hate Spanish.' I mumbled from my place between my arms.

I didn't even need to look up to know they were sharing some very confused look.

'Okay…why?' Finn asked

'Guess who sits behind me.' I sang at them

1, 2, 3, 4, 5 and…

'Hahahahahaha! Oh my God that's hilarious!' Jamie and Niamh rolled around gasping for breath.

'What is?' Bob was now sulking like a small child for being left out of the joke. My friends are so mature.

'Sa…Saporta!' Jello managed to choke out before lapsing into laughter…again.

'This isn't funny! It's like the teacher's have some bet going on. Who can make Kaitlyn Knox commit suicide the fastest? Call themselves educators.' I trailed off into angry mumbling.

Niamh rolled her eyes at me, 'What happened drama queen?'

Glaring I said, 'The horrid tale started in Spanish…'

'Right, right that's great but we just want the cliff notes version.' Jamie smirked.

'Fiiiiine. Basically Saporta sits behind me in Spanish and Miss Tully hates me and is making me sit there all year and now I want to wallow with ice-cream.' I pouted, 'Ice-cream wouldn't have wanted the cliff note version.' I glared at them.

'Ice-cream also wouldn't complain when you suddenly started eating it. It's one of the many differences we have with your inanimate best friend.' Finn drawled out while attempting to figure out if his lunch was edible or not.

Huffing I turned to Jamie for support only to find she was no where to be seen. Whipping my head around the room I eventually spotted her a few tables ahead of us to the right. Interestingly enough she was sitting on Becketts' knee.

'Damn she works fast.' Niamh muttered.

'And now she'll have an STD.' I added popping a strawberry in my mouth.

'Oh how so?' Bob lifted a brow.

As I went to reply I noticed Saporta staring at us…well me. Clearly he'd heard what we we're saying.

'Saporta was in that lap before her.' With that I picked up my bag and walked out. The last sound I heard was the gasping laugh of a certain someone echoing throughout the room.

Not 10 minutes later I found myself squeezed between Niamh and Jamie at a desk with Finn and Robert behind us, awaiting the arrival of our LLW teacher to tell us how we'd have our time wasted this year.

To say the least I was not in a good mood. I apparently just could not escape Gabe and his little group of followers today because they were in this class as well. I'm really beginning to believe that bet is real. I should have this formally investigated.

'Alright class,' Miss Sanders called far too enthusiastically from the front, 'Today were going to do something fun!'

A wave of groans rippled between us. Anything fun in a Sex Ed class can only lead to embarrassment and awkwardness.

'Hey now,' She mock-pouted, 'It will be. Today you're all going to take…an online purity test!' Insert jazz-hands here.

Annnnd cue a mixture of smug smirks, disbelieving laughs and terrified paling of faces.

'Miss, I don't think everyone would be comfortable displaying their…' Jamie fumbled for the right description.

'Illustrious sex life?' I offered.

'Yeah that, to everyone they know.' I watched Gabe whisper something to William who proceeded to roll his eyes and smack him on the arm. Saporta only laughed, I narrowed my eyes in suspicion and seeing he had my attention he winked. Well that made me turn my attention back to the educator pretty quickly.

'No one can find out your results unless you tell them I just thought it was better than describing, in detail, the various rashes STDs can give you.' Sanders smirked evilly (see my teachers are vindictive), 'But if you'd rather do that…'

'NO!' We collectively shouted, racing out of our seats to the computers.

'That's what I thought.' She is far too smug right now, I thought, as I waited for my computer to switch on.

As we sat in Finns car later Niamh brought up the test. I'm surprised my gossipy friends lasted this long.

'So what did you all get?' She grinned, 'I was at 67. I'm more pure than I am dirty bitches.' She laughed.

Rolling my eyes I turned the radio on, '62.' I relented.

'59 honestly thought it'd be worse.' Jamie said with wide eyed surprise making the rest of us laugh.

'Meh 60,' Bob shrugged. We all turned to Finn who blushed and refused to meet anyone's eyes as he drove out of the lot.

'Ahem, Finnegan were waiting.' Jamie said.

'If the color of your face is anything to go by this should be good. Do we need to whore you out or send you to a bible class?' I smirked.

Finn just glared at us, 'Nope not telling.'

'But how are we gonna find out if you won't tell us?' Bob whined. He really hates not knowing things.

'Guess you won't.' Finn smiled, his face regaining a normal color.

Oh if only that had been true.

A/N: Soooooo its been a while but here it is...sorry :/ anyway the putiry results are made up in my own mind. To me anything after 60% means you've lost the V card but i'm pretty sure that's not it in reality but ah well lol. The upcoming bit of the story line was slightly influenced by a Veronica Mars storyline so ya know :D peace out.