A/N- You guys. Seriously. I am just…so blown away by the amount of positive feedback I'm getting! I'm so happy that you actually like my sense of humour (because God knows, not many people do) and that you think Korbyn is a character you can relate and sympathize with! Really, it means everything to me! So absolutely humongous thanks to Skylar97, Psyclon, NO, Cloudcity'sBookworm, Kiwiflea, Audrey, Chels, Raging Raven, Guest 1, crazyeclarelover and Guest 2 for reviewing!

Chapter Six- Meet the Fuckers

"Shut the fuck up!" I grumbled, whacking around the bedside table until my fist came into contact with the snooze button of my alarm clock so heavily I'm amazed I didn't put my hand straight through it. I rolled over, rubbed my eyes then let my arms flump down as I stared at the ceiling. It was Monday morning.

The morning after the night before.

Jesus, I felt so sick. It was six forty-five. I had an hour before I needed to leave for college. An hour before I had to step outside and face the music. I'd made a really stupid mistake last night. Why, why had I called the cops?! It wasn't like anyone was shot! No one died! I could try to blame it on the fact I was so tired I wasn't thinking straight, but somehow I didn't think that would sit all that well with Pete. Pete...

I'd fucked up, big time. I'd said- no, I'd promised I'd call him if they were being too loud! I'd sworn I wouldn't call the cops! But I done the same thing he'd done to me four years ago: I'd broken that promise. And instead of feeling happy about that, instead of feeling like I'd got some kind of petty revenge, that we were even now, I just felt...wrong. Dirty.

Was skipping college an option? No, probably not. That made it look like I had something to be guilty about, and I so did not...did I? No, Korbie, stop it! You had no choice! I thought desperately, sitting up and stretching my arms over my head. I grabbed my phone from the side table and unlocked it. No new texts from Pete, thank God, though there was one from AJ.

Wakey-wakey, baby guuurl. If you can get Maccy boy to give you a ride in today, then I'll drive us back to yours after class. PS- how'd studying go with our boy Pete? ;) x

I blew out a sad sigh, brushing my hand through my hair. There was no way I could explain what had happened to AJ through a text. It'd have to be face-to-face. I rolled out of bed and stuck my head out my bedroom door. I could hear various movements downstairs, so I knew the family was definitely up.

"Mac?" I called.

"Yeah, baby sis?" he yelled from what I tried to pinpoint as the kitchen.

"Is it cool if you give me a ride to class today?" I asked sweetly. "AJ says she'll drive us tonight!"

"If you can get ready by half past seven, then sure. If not, you're walkin'."

"Deal. Your challenge has been accepted."

"Then you have forty-five minutes, kiddo. Engage!"

I practically sprinted into the shower, getting soap in my eyes approximately three times in my haste to get fresh as quickly as possible. I then tripped over my own feet to get back to my bedroom, where I dried out my hair with my blowdrier, painted on my makeup with surprising precision despite the speed my hand was moving at. I could hear a lot - and I mean a lot - of noise coming from outside by this point.

It wasn't hard to work out that it was coming from next door. Nice, they were probably rioting or something. Shit, what if word about last night had reached the dean and she started getting all pissy about the college's rep and her fucking stupid 'three strike' policy bullshit?! The Deltas already had one strike after they burned down their last place. What if I was responsible for their second? One more and they were out.

I shook my head violently. This. Wasn't. My. Fault. This was why I tried not to have too many friends. I found it way too easy to feel guilty about things that, honestly, I didn't have a whole lot of control over!

I realised that I hadn't actually bothered replying to AJ yet, so I tapped out a quick reply. Maccy says it's cool to drive me. See you in the lot at half 8. x

Sticking with mine and AJ's other usual Monday tradition, I picked out today's outfit that consisted of my favourite Hounds of Justice t-shirt, grey skinny jeans and black boots. Well, at least I looked like I hadn't only had an hour and a half of sleep. That had to count for something. I fastened the K necklace Mac had gotten me for my birthday around my neck, dragged a brush through my knotty hair and grabbed my bag, sighing. It was time to get out there and face the music.

"You ready, Korbs?" Mac asked me as I reached the bottom of the stairs where he and Kelly were. Stella was all wrapped up in her baby chair.

"Ready as I'll ever be," I said glumly. "Where are you and Stel off too, Kelly?"

"There's an early morning Mummy and Me swim class today," she replied, sounding just as enthusiastic as I felt.

"I thought you hated going to Mommy and Me?" I questioned with a frown.

"No, I like going, I just hate all those dumb bitches I have to go with," she corrected.

"I feel ya there," I muttered, gently rubbing under my eye to avoid smudging my makeup. "Let's roll, none of us need to be late on a Monday morning, for God's sake."

"After you, then, sister dearest," said Mac with a roll of his eyes, and he opened the front door for me with a flourish. But nothing prepared me for what was happening on our front lawn.

"You shouldn't have called the cops, bro!" Teddy's taunting voice rang out.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" I shrieked, running down the front steps into the complete mess our yard was in. The Deltas had totally trashed the place. There was toilet paper everywhere, empty cans, random crumpled sheets of paper, plastic bottle and...dear God, please let those condoms be unused...

"Okay," Mac said tonelessly, but I noticed his hand gripping his bag strap just that little bit tighter. "Very good."

"You better put that in the recycling bin!" Kelly said weakly.

I was a little more vocal. "Are you kidding me?! Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck have you done to our yard, you stupid little boys?!"

"Oh God, we've woken the beast!" Pete shouted, waving a sheet of paper around his head. "Everyone, take fucking cover!"

"Mature, Pete!" I snarled. "Real fucking mature! What the fuck is that anyway?" I pointed at the paper.

"Oh, this?" he said innocently, lowering his arm. "Nothing much. Just a little retribution. Take a look, we've got plenty." He gestured good-naturedly at the paper littered around the lawn.

I snatched the paper from his hands, my jaw dropping when I saw what was on it. It was a picture of me, perhaps the most unflattering picture of me I had ever seen. It was from a good few years ago, that much I knew because I didn't have any blue in my hair and I was lying on what I recognized as the sofa Pete had in his room when he still lived with his parents before they divorced.

I was fast asleep, my mouth hanging open, a little drool on my chin, and my arms were stretched above my head. I was wearing a tiny little pair of spider-print shorts and a black shirt that was open, displaying my yellow smiley-face bra to the world. Oh Jesus, I remembered this. Pete had thrown a party while his parents were away for the weekend. Everyone had gotten completely wasted, and I'd stripped off and passed out in his bedroom because I'd been staying over for those few days.

Why the fuck had Pete taken this photo? And more importantly, why the fuck had he kept it all these years?! AND WHY THE FUCK HAD HE PRINTED OFF ABOUT FIFTY COPIES AND STREWN THEM AROUND MY FRONT GARDEN?!

"You complete fucking jackass!" I screeched, crumpling the picture up and throwing it at his head, where it hit him square in the eye. "You're fucking dead to me, Pete! Dead!"

"Oh, boo hoo, whatever will I do without a snitchy, psychopathic whiner in my life?" he mocked, barking out a laugh.

If I'm such a psychopathic whiner then why did you try to kiss me Saturday night?! I nearly screamed.

Instead, I went to lunge at him, but I felt a hand close around my wrist. I turned around, and thankfully Mac was the one holding me. "Korbie, forget it. Forget him. Let's just go."

I clenched my fist and locked my jaw, but nodded once, allowing my brother to gently pull me in the direction of his car.

I climbed in and slammed the passenger door shut, letting out a scream as soon as I did so. "What is their fucking problem!? I apologized! Hell, we apologized! What more do they want from us?!"

"Apparently they want us to go back in time and not call the cops," Mac muttered angrily, starting the car and pulling away. I'm sure it was a complete accident that he almost ran over 'Assjuice' in the process.

Mac and I didn't really speak all that much on the drive to Braxton. I was just beyond angry at how low the Deltas had stooped, and I think he was pretty ticked too, not that he'd show it. He was too chill a guy. I really envied him for that sometimes.

AJ was waiting for me in the parking lot when we pulled up, sprawled along the hood of her blue VW Beetle. She was looking effortlessly pretty, as usual, in her high-waisted shorts, Converse and black t-shirt with…oh shit.

"Well, this is awkward," I said once I got out of the car after saying bye to Mac, the two of us looking down at our matching t-shirts.

"I thought you were Brie Mode-ing?!" she groaned.

"The colour black and snarling wolves suited my mood better," I muttered, awkwardly playing with my necklace.

"Uh-oh, have you and Pete had a little lovers' tiff already?" she teased, playfully nudging me. "Don't think I didn't notice you avoided answering my question this morning."

"Amira, just don't, okay?" I snapped at her.

She blinked. "Woah, sorry. The fuck's your problem?"

I instantly felt bad. "I'm sorry, it's just…everything's gone back to square one with us when we'd barely made it to square two and a half. I made a stupid mistake last night, AJ. A really fucking stupid mistake."

Her face softened, and she made me sit next to her on the hood of the car. "Oh God. Come on, tell Auntie AJ everything."

I took a deep breath and completely let rip. I explained everything that happened, starting with Saturday night's escapades – missing out the part where Pete had possibly tried to kiss me - right up to when I'd left the house this morning. I barely stopped to breathe, yet it looked like AJ could actually understand what I was saying. I finished my rant with, "And this morning I walked out the front door to find the assholes had completely trashed our front yard, and to top it all off, there were these flyers everywhere with a beyond unflattering picture of me asleep in just a bra and shorts that Pete must have taken when we were in high school! He's just suddenly reverted back into that boy I absolutely despise literally overnight! I just don't know how to fucking fix it this time!"

AJ remained silent for a few moments. Then she blew out a lungful of air and simply said, "Shit. Like…shit. I don't even know what the fuck to tell you, bro."

"There's nothing to really say," I said emotionlessly. "I fucked up. That's all there is to it."

"Oh, babe." AJ wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug which I returned. "You didn't fuck up. He promised you that they were gonna be quiet, and he broke his promise. Again. The way I'm looking at it, you didn't have a choice. I mean, you've got Stella to think about, not just yourself. She's a little baby, she needs sleep. It isn't your fault that those cocksuckers are so far up their own asses that they can't think about anyone but themselves."

"But it was all going so well," I mumbled into her shoulder. "I really thought we could be us again. I thought…I thought…"

"Hey." AJ released me from the hug and took my face in her hands, looking me dead in the eye. "Stop it. You don't need him. Okay? He's been nothing but an ass to you since freshman year, and you're better off without him! All he does is fuck your head up and confuse the shit out of you, and I'm not having it anymore! If I even see a hint that you're going back into that shell you had around you because of him, I'm gonna fucking break his dick off!"

I flinched back from her sudden outburst, actually a little unnerved. "Damn, AJ, keep your feelings in, why don'tcha."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I had to say it," she said, breathing heavily. "You're my girl, Korbs. I'm not gonna sit back and let this moronic excuse of a boy drag you back down again. You did the right thing. Okay? Please believe me."

I wrapped my arms around myself tightly like I was giving myself a hug, but I nodded. "I'll try to believe you. Is that good enough?"

"For now," she allowed with a grin, forcing her arm through mine and linking us together. "Now give me a smile and we can get our pretty little asses to class." I bared my teeth at her half-heartedly, and she pulled a face back at me. "Close enough. Come on, let's rock and roll, biatch."

"Rock and roll, motherfucker." I really did smile now, and the two of us skipped our way to the Architecture lab, still arm-in-arm.

Oh-so predictably, class with Pete was absolute hell. It was literally like the weekend had never happened. It was straight back to arguing, making digs at each other and calling each other names, though I got a few new ones added to the mix: liar, snitch and backstabbing bitch were being thrown around a lot.

I tried to ignore it, really I did. But for the first time in a lot of months – if you ignore Saturday morning's outburst - his words were actually getting to me. Gone was Korbs, Korbie, Korbie Cat, replaced with these words that should not have been hurting me as much as they did. By the time it got to half past three, the end of my second class, I'd had enough.

I gathered up my folders and my pencil case, stuffing them in my bag and waiting outside the door for AJ to finish her conversation with Dana. You know, because I'm polite like that. They were the last two out of the room, having hung back to talk to Bright about something.

"...so I'm really not sure what to do," Dana was chirpily saying, completely unaware of just how bored AJ clearly was. "Because purple is my favourite colour, but yellow really compliments her fur, so I just don't-"

"Dana!" AJ suddenly exclaimed, cutting across the poor girl. "Sweetie, remember that conversation we had? We're not in school hours now. We don't speak during these hours, do we?"

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"Okay, see you on Wednesday," AJ said sweetly, grabbing my arm and dragging me down the hall in the direction of the nearest exit. "My God, does that girl ever shut up?" she grumbled.

"Oh, leave her alone, A," I said lightly. "She's a sweetheart, even if she is vaguely obsessed with her cats."

"I hate cats," she said bluntly as we emerged into the sun outside. She rummaged around in her bag and pulled out her car keys, holding them up and clicking them to unlock her Beetle.

"You hate anything with four legs," I said with a roll of my eyes, opening the passenger door.

"That is not true!" she argued, strapping herself into the driver's seat and backing out of the space. "I also don't like ducks."

Monday night may have been my favourite night of the week. AJ and I would go to one of our houses (AJ had ditched being a sorority sister the same time I had, moving back in with her parents who lived forty-five minutes away) straight after class ended, kill a few hours doing any homework or watching crappy videos on YouTube then settle down for three glorious hours of wrestling goodness before we went to bed. The weeks we were at mine, Mac would take Kelly and Stella to have dinner with Mom and Dad as soon as he was home from work, and they never got back until at least nine. This gave AJ and I a good five hours just by ourselves.

And we absolutely loved it.

I was in the kitchen, waiting by the microwave as I whipped up some food for AJ and I, when the TV in the living room suddenly exploded with noise, followed by a shriek from AJ as she tried to turn it down.

Tonight is the night.
Bright lights, hype crowd.
Yeah, we came to throw down,
Everybody get loud.
Tonight is the night.

"Korb! Hurry the fuck up, it's starting!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, do you want raw popcorn? No? Then shut the fuck up!" I skidded my way into the living room, clutching a six pack of Budweiser and a huge mixing bowl filled with butter popcorn. "I am trying to provide nourishment for our evening, forgive me!"

"You take too long!" she whined, but she sure as hell wasn't complaining as I sat down, considering her hand automatically dived right into the middle of the popcorn bowl.

"I hate you," I grumbled, cracking open my bottle of Bud.

"You love me," she returned in a sing-song voice, throwing the popcorn at me.

"Oh, shut up and watch the damn TV," I snapped, but I was smiling. I just couldn't be mad at her.

We didn't have any actual conversations for about an hour and a half. Oh, we spoke, of course we did. It just wasn't exactly coherent speech. Instead, we were mostly yelling at the TV, chanting out, "This is awesome!" complete with the five claps, throwing the appropriate shade where applicable and just generally fangirled the fuck out.

But as the show went to commercial again, I suddenly blew out a huge sigh.

"What's up with you?" AJ asked, frowning at me as she tucked her legs up underneath her. "Come on, cheer up, our boys are on after the break, and we all know you can't stay pissed with anything when Reigns lets out that roar. Don't think I don't see you get all squirrelly. Plus, it's gonna make the shame of wearing matching t-shirts all day so very worth it."

"No, I'm fine, it's just-" I sighed again, running my hands through my hair. "I can't get this shit with Pete out of my head."

AJ let out a long, loud groan as soon as I said his name. "Korbyn Radner, you are one obsessive little bitch. Do you not remember my charming rant this morning? You. Don't. Need. Him."

"I know that, AJ, I just...I mean...we...argh!" I let out a small scream and buried my head in my hands. "Look, don't get mad with me, but there's a small factor I may have missed out from my party story."

"Oh my God, how can there be any shit left to hit this gigantic fan?" she asked.

"You'd be surprised," I muttered, draining the rest of my second bottle of beer. "Pete...he, er...he...we were outside. It was like four in the morning. I was freezing cold, so he let me borrow his frat hoodie. He put it on me, zipped it up then just kinda...lingered there. I froze. Then he leaned in and...and...and he tried to kiss me."

Silence. Flat silence. I had actually stunned Amira-Jane Riley into being completely speechless. I sat there uncomfortably, picking at the skin at the edge of my thumbnail, waiting for her to say something. Anything. Dear God, please let her say something.

"This doesn't shock me as much as it should," she finally said, looking at me with her deep brown eyes.

"Er, what?" I said incredulously. "Then why the fuck were you quiet for so long! You don't ever stay quiet, why the fuck would you stay quiet now!?"

"I've been trying to work out how to word this," she said delicately. "You know I think that you and him left a lot of stuff unanswered when you stopped being friends, and that's why you affect each other so much. Deep down, you both know how you feel about each other, but you're not willing to let it show, so it comes out as this awkward hatred. You find it easier to scream abuse at each other than actually be kind. That's why your attempt at being friends again imploded after a grand total of forty-eight hours. Your subconscious' both know that you can't be just friends anymore."

I opened my mouth. I closed it. Opened it. Closed it. Opened it again. "What. The fuck. Did you. Just say."

She sipped her beer intelligently. "I took Psychology for four years in high school. Got As all the way through. I know my shit."

"AJ. There is nothing like that between Pete and I," I immediately protested. "Please stop saying that."

"Well, I'm just saying, it's the only logical explanation I can think of for why he would try to kiss you. I mean, other than the fact you're smokin' hot."

I snorted violently. "Damn, Riley, you're so smooth I'm about to fall on my ass. My explanation is that he got way too into the moment. Or maybe I was giving out the wrong signals...I don't know, both of us were pretty drunk and I've forgotten a lot of what we were talking about. It just...it really confused me."

"Yeah, I can tell," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Look, I won't press the issue if you don't want me to. I'll keep my mouth shut for the rest of the night."

"Thank you," I said gratefully, turning back to the TV as the commercials had finally ended. "Now, let's watch some A-grade ass-kicking."

But no, AJ just had to get in a final opinion. "I'm just sayin', the signs are there, and they're pretty strong."

"Hey. You wanna know what other sign is strong?" I asked her innocently, and AJ nodded. I merely flipped her off. "This one."

The shit between the Radners and the Delta Psis grew and grew over the next three weeks. And by the shit grew I mean my family and I tried to get on with our lives while the Deltas did everything they possibly could to make our lives hell.

They trashed the front yard on a bi-daily basis.

Pete used his oh-so clever art skills to trim one of the shrubs outside into the shape of a woman bending over, that Mac then proceeded to sexually assault to get it out of the ground (I may or may not have actually taken pictures of that to post on Facebook).

Mac and I got smacked clean into the ground by a wayward yoga ball one morning as I went to drive him to work in exchange for some cash.

I was informed that, one night I was staying at AJ's, Mac and Kelly had decided to have sex on the sofa, unaware the entire frat was watching until it was far, far too late.

"We can't be the only people in the neighborhood who are sick of this bullshit, you know," Mac muttered as we headed out one Sunday afternoon to take Stella to the park.

"We've gotta get everyone on our side," agreed Kelly.

"We could lead a revolution!" said Mac.

"Um, that may be a little difficult, you guys..." I muttered, looking around the street.

"Oh no," groaned Mac, seeing what I was seeing. The entire of Delta Psi was wandering around the neighborhood, taking people's trash out, doing some gardening, litter picking, helping the elderly across the street. It was manipulation at its finest, and I was begrudgingly a little impressed with their tactics.

"They're buying off the whole neighborhood with their slave army!" Mac hissed, aghast.

"Well, that's it then," I said hopelessly. "We're the only people on this street left with half a brain between us. Oh God, I think I'm gonna puke," I added, watching Scoonie give Mrs Haywood a few houses down a hug and a kiss.

"Mrs Haywood, you're better than that," Mac said, sounding bitterly disappointed for her. "What are we gonna do about this, you guys?" I asked, looking at them and frowning. This whole situation had just got a lot more complicated than anticipated. "We're completely on our own now."

"There's only one solution I can think of," Mac mumbled, looking up at our house. "Looks like you might get your wish after all, Korb."

"My wish?" My frown got even bigger. "The fuck are you on about, bro?"

He didn't reply, he just looked thoughtfully at Kelly, who looked like she actually understood what in the hell Mac was talking about.

I found out exactly what he meant a couple of days later, when a way-too-peppy realtor turned up on our doorstep Tuesday afternoon to go through the possibility of us selling our house. It was like a goddamn family meeting: Mac, Kelly and I all sat facing the realtor as Stella sat in her highchair, burbling away to herself whilst I tried to both finish up a large section of my now doubt doomed Architecture project (Pete had helped me out exactly twice since the fight) and listen to all the crap relating to the house. I was sprawled across a second sheet of A3 paper - the second part was actually finished upstairs, thank God; it was due in tomorrow.

After looking through various bits of paperwork, deeds, bills and the such, the realtor simply told us, "I can't sell your house."

"Why?" Mac and I exclaimed in unison, me looking up from my paper. This bitch could not be fucking serious.

"Well, because the only people who would want to live next to a frat house, is a frat house," Miss Realtor informed us. "Oh! The university might be interested. I know the Spanish department is looking for a new building."

"There! See?! Let's just sell it to the Spanish!" I said, throwing my scissors down with a bang. "We move out, they get a shiny new building, everyone parties like it's their cumpleaños."

"The only thing is," Miss Realtor added, sounding a little less enthusiastic. "If you sell to the university, I'd say - optimistically - you're looking at losing around half of your investment."

Mac let out a disbelieving scoff. "Half of all our-"

"This is all our money!" Kelly cut over him, outraged.

"We can't lose half!" said Mac.

"But, you keep half!" the realtor said confidently, waving her fist in the air.

"We don't need 'that'!" Mac exploded. "What is that?!"

"Sold!" Miss Realtor cheered.

"And you keep making money no matter what!" Mac was getting more and more irritated by the second.

"Real estate is a fickle bitch," Miss Realtor said, still awkwardly trying to remain chipper, but Mac and Kelly had just had enough.

"Okay, maybe it's best if you just go," Mac pretty much ordered, both him and Kelly standing up. The realtor followed suit, attempting to apologetically interject, not that Mac would let her. "Thank you for coming. That was not helpful."

That was when I saw movement outside in my peripheral vision. My head snapped up, and there, gathered out by the window that faced the grassy split between our house and next door, was nearly every Delta Psi frat brother. And they were...they were...well, I had no fucking clue what they were dressed as, to be honest.

"What are you wearing? What are you doing?" Kelly asked them as she and Mac stood under the archway that separated the dining room and the lounge.

"We're throwing a Robert De Niro party," answered Teddy nonchalantly. "Should be pretty fucking loud. Probably gonna get pretty fucking late too."

"Okay, out of all the really fucking stupid ideas you ass-monkeys have had," I said with a scowl, joining Mac and Kelly. "This is the fucking stupidest."

"Well, Korbyn, you're welcome to join us if you don't call the cops again," he mocked, sipping his beer. "I'm Taxi Driver De Niro."

"Yeah, I'm Meet the Fockers De Niro," added Pete, who was pulling a face like someone had duct taped shit under his nose. He gestured to his eyes then at us. "I'm watching you, I'm watching you!"

I snorted. "Substitute the 'O' for a 'U' and you'll get the title of a movie you guys belong in."

"Who painted that mole on your face?" demanded Mac, pointing at Pete's cheek. "Did you do that yourself?"

"Yes I did. Yes I did, Focker."

"Who are you?" Mac now directed at Garf.

"Oh, I'm Sam Jackson," he replied. "You know, from Jackie Brown."

"HOO-AH!" Scoonie suddenly shouted, and the rest of the frat picked up on it until the sound was echoing in my eyes. Man, I really hated these jackasses.

"That's Al Pacino!" retorted Kelly. "Scent of a Woman?"

"There's no consistency here!" Mac fumed. "You're all over the place with your references!"

"You're upsetting Jinxy Cat!" said Pete, holding up a stuffed toy cat.

"Oh, shove Jinxy Cat up your ass, Carter!" I snarled.

"Just stop doing this stupid shit!" Mac angrily begged. "We're sorry!"

"Hey, when you called the cops, you violated the circle of trust, Focker!"

"We're sorry we called the cops, okay?!"

"I would like to point out that I really am no longer all that sorry," I said, raising my hand.

Teddy removed his aviators and pointed to himself. "Are you talkin' to me?"

"Yes!" the three of us in the house cried in unison.

"Are you talkin' to me?" Now it was Pete's turn.

"Yes!"

"No, you're talkin' to me." Cue Scoonie. It was 'hoo-ah' all over again, with every single frat boy repeating the line over and over again, with Garf suddenly knocking on the window and spitting out some random Samuel L. Jackson quote.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Mac snapped at him. "That's the wrong Sam Jackson speech!" But still they kept going with the De Niro'ing. Even the realtor joined in, though Mac and Kelly promptly told her to shut the fuck up and get the fuck out. The sound just kept growing, and growing, and growing, getting louder and louder...until I snapped.

"Shut up!" I screamed. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" I suddenly turned back to the dining table and knocked everything off it with one sweeping arm motion. I seized my scissors and the three-quarters-finished final sheet of the Architecture poster and began systematically shredding it, right there in the middle of the living room.

I threw the scissors down and was left breathing heavily, my fists clenched around ribbons of paper that I then tore apart with my bare hands. I then threw those shredded bits of paper out the window, where they fluttered down around Teddy and Pete like snowflakes.

"Enjoy the F I've just guaranteed us, Petey," I bit out, grinning psychotically, before reaching out and slamming the window shut so violently the glass shook.

"Korb, what the fuck did you just do?!" Mac questioned, looking concerned. "You've been working on that for fucking days!"

"It's fine," I said, way more off-handedly than I felt. "That's only half the project. I finished the other half a week ago. There's enough there for us to get a D or C." Y'know, maybe. Honestly, right now, the last thing I was caring about was a shitty grade for a shitty project that counted for absolute shit. All I was doing was relishing in the look of absolute panic Pete had worn as I threw that half of the project in his face. I smirked again as I headed up to my room, even if no one saw it but me.

Korbie Radner: 1
Pete Carter: 0

A/N- Well, self-five for actually taking less than a month to update. That, my friends, is progress. So yeah, I really hope you liked the chapter! I know not a lot of movie stuff happened, but I really wanted to focus on Korbie and AJ's relationship with this chapter, so let me know how you liked that! A review is the traditional way, though I'm not opposed to a note in a bottle! (Just kidding, a review is fine ;]) Xx Gee xX