The Shrew is back!! And, obviously, with another chapter for all to read . I hope you enjoy it. And sorry if anyone found the lizard thing a little odd – I needed some way to introduce some other characters into the mix. And since I'll be getting a bearded dragon very soon, it seemed like the perfect thing to put in...heh, well, yeah...

Oh!! And no, shrew dose not own Cowboy Bebop. Sigh, or any of its characters. But Verena I do own...and Gin – which, by the way will be the name of my lizard when I get it. EEEE!! I can't wait!!

Chapter Three: The Fight

Spike slowly pushed his door open and sighed heavily. Though Verena was generally considered a loner, it turned out that not too many people other then himself thought her a bitch. So when the two distort girls had left, he had gotten some rather scolding looks from his peers. This left Spike with two options; forget it ever happened and hope his rain of the most sought after guy on campus remained fairly unscathed, or go and get the bitch a new lizard, pretending it was all a big joke.

"Hey Jet, you in here?"

"Yeah, what do you want?"

"I need your car."

"No way! I heard what happened to yours last week Spike. Keep your hands off my ride!"

Spike glared hard at his roommate and best friend. Sometimes he wondered why they were even friends. As if reading his mind, Jet began to laugh softly. "We're still friends because you know I won't sugar coat things like all your other 'mindless drown' friends. Now get out. I'm having a lady friend over since you had the room last night."

"That's gross Jet."

"Hey man, I'm not that much older then you! Now get out! And forget about swiping my car keys, I have them on me right now. So unless you want to get up close and personal with the bottom half of my body..."

"That's enough Jet; you're going to make me sick..."

"You know, if I hadn't known you for so long, I would take offence from that. I don't make all those faces when ever you have the room to yourself and one of your lady friends spend the night."

"The very fact you call them lady friends is what makes you seem like your forty years old Jet."

"Screw you!"

"I thought that was what --"

"OUT!!"

"Grin, you here?" Faye shouted as she pounded on her best guy friend's door. She heard some swearing and the resale of clothing before the door opened a crack. A young man with long black/blue hair that was tangled from sleep, and bangs that were sticking out in an almost comical way came into view.

"Faye, what time is it?"

Ignoring the sleepy murderous tone in his voice, Faye plastered a smile to her face and held up two fingers. "About two in the morning."

"Oh, okay...you know I'm going to have to kill you for this, don't you?" Grin asked, running a hand through his already messy hair. He rubbed his eyes lightly, trying to get the sleep out of them. He stopped mid action at Faye's next statement.

"I need your car."

Grin blinked twice, and then burst out laughing hysterically. Opening his door a little wider he motioned her in as he held his sides tightly, kicking random articles of clothing out of his way. "You're yanking my chain, right? You remember I was there with you when you totaled your car, right Faye. So if you think I'll lend you mine, you're insane."

"That jack ass Spike --"

The pounding on the door stopped what ever she had been about to say. The deep and fare too familiar masculine voice shouting for Grin to open had her eyes narrowed. And the guilty look on Grin's face turned her own a dark angry red. "How long have you two been friends Grin? Exactly how long have you been playing both fields?!"

"Come on Faye, it's not like that. And Spike, he's really not all that bad, he just --"

"Just made Verena cry is all."

"What? How had he --"

"But your right, he's not that bad is he? After all, who could balm him for killing a bitch like Verena's pet Lizard and making her cry in public for the first time in years" Almost every word Faye spoke was covered with acidic sarcasm, and each one made a direct hit and burned through Grin's chest.

His light blue eyes hardened as he went to the door. Spike pushed past him and opened his mouth to speak when he spotted Faye seated on the bed. "What the hell is the bimbo doing here?! Aren't you supposed to be comforting your friend Faye? Not screwing around with one of your --"

"Shut up Spike."

Spike looked over his shoulder at Grin for the first time since he brushed passed him. The generally passive man had is jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists at his sides. But what really caught Spike's attention was the hardened look in his friend's eyes. "What the hell is your problem Grin?! Your both still dressed so I know I couldn't have interrupted --"

"Is it true?"

"Is what true?"

"Did you kill Verena Markson's pet and make her cry?" Grin bit out angrily, his fist still held tightly at his sides. From the sidelines, Faye noticed Grin was more worked up then she had thought he would be.

Though she had always suspected he had a 'thing' for 'Rena ever since she had introduced them to one another. However, 'Rena had always been too absorbed in avoiding human contact to notice...well, anything else. And Grin wasn't the type to chase after a girl. He tended to let women fall all over themselves over him, and then picked who ever had 'won'.

"Well yeah but I --" The sound of Spike's voice brought Faye out of her thoughts, causing her face to automatically harden. Standing up, she made a fist and punched the lanky man directly under the chin, cutting off the rest of his sentence. Spike stumbled backwards slightly, much to Faye's annoyance.

"What the fuck is your problem?"

"I'm going to pound your fucking face into the ground you lanky son of a bitch!" She shouted angrily as she drew her fist back to punch him again, hoping this time he would fall on his ass. And a few more inches and she just might have done just that. However, at the last second Spike grabbed her wrist and flung her away from him.

Unfortunately, since he hadn't looked where he was tossing, Faye went right through the window. The one good thing about the situation was they were on the first floor. And sadly for the too arguing pair, the Dean of students had just stepped into the scene. Neither one seemed to notice him however. Grin, who had slowly started to edge his way toward the door, away from the fighting pair now broke into a run, knowing if he was anywhere in the vicinity, his scholarship would be taken away. As he ran, he could still hear the two fighting. They are so screwed... was the first thought Grin had before he heard someone shouting for others to 'come see the fight'. This is not good. Not good at all...