Okay I'm going to skip ahead to the time we are at now. I'm going to make this story like a TV show, such as gossip girl or even the clique books in themselves and just have every character doing there own things within the clique and have a bunch of small storylines, but occasionally have one big one.

Kyle POV.

The last 2.5 months are pretty much a blur. We lost state in football, school has gotten tougher instead of just breezing by I have to really try. And then there is Tanya.

Let me bring you back to the next day after the party. I took her to lunch to talk to her about everything.

The first 20 minutes was purely frivolous small talk. Then SHE grew a pair.

"You want to know what is going to happen…" she said staring into her split pea soup.

"Yeah… I mean I never wanted…. Sorry, I just… didn't we protect ourselves?"

"Yes we did, stuff happens I guess. I never really liked you Kyle." Ouch. Even though my feelings were mutual, I always hoped she'd be crazy about me and I'd be like a heartbreaking stud or something. "You are young and handsome, a little short but your hair reminded me of Leo Howard." She shook her head laughing, still not making eye contact. I didn't laugh, just waited for her to continue, " I was attracted to you. My boyfriend… Jason… well we got in a fight. 2 days later this little highschooler with beautiful green eyes and a cocky attitude asks for my number…. I shouldn't' have given it to you."

"No. I mean it's my fault too…."

"Kyle you are 16. I am 21. It is illegal, if your parents found out they could sue me."

And they just might. My parents' force me to do things I don't all the time; they want their perfect, all-American boy. Not an All-American fuck up.

"Tanya. I'll help you get through this. We can get married or…"

Tanya smiled sweetly, "you don't want to marry me! I'm back with my boyfriend anyway. He is supporting me… and you."

"Yeah. So you're umm… keeping it?"

"I thought about it. I just… I just couldn't get my mind around… I support the option just doing it personally… well… I'm keeping my baby."

I nodded.

My whole life, everything has been a joke. As time went on my funny, everything-is-a-joke attitude became a façade. I didn't tell anyone about my kid. I couldn't. I mean, I don't want that kind of… reputation of a baby daddy. I haven't hooked up with a girl since, and I vowed not to do it again, until I'm in a relationship… so never because relationships suck.

Tanya's boyfriend, Omar, well he was chill. I could talk to him and be serious with him. Both of them understood I had school and stuff, but would update me on appointments and how everything was going. He let me have a beer with him sometimes and watch a game of basketball… kind of like a big brother. I paid for a lot of the stuff, because I could afford it. Omar would pay me a small percent back when his paycheck arrived, but my parent's didn't even notice the $300 coming out of the accounts every month.

Anyway it was December 15th. I had an early release from school so I drove Tanya to the hospital for a checkup. I went to the desk signed in and sat next to her in the waiting room. We started playing Sudoku in a magazine and laughing, when a familiar voice said, "Tanya Turner. Doctor Thomas is ready to see you."

Tanya got up and a girl looked over. My eyes locked with aqua. I could tell immediately that she knew what was going on. It was Kristen Gregory. I pretended not to know Tanya for a brief second as Kristen started to talk to Tanya as I stayed sitting down.

Then clueless Tanya said, "Kyle come on!" She smiled then turned to Kristen, "This is the baby's father."

Kristen nodded and walked down a couple hallways talking to Tanya as I followed staring at my feet. The first person to know was Kristen…. Kristen! I don't even know Kristen! I mean we've talked, hung out in groups, had a couple classes… but that's it. She brought Tanya into a room and I lingered in the doorway.

"Can I talk to you?" I muttered still staring at my green Vans.

"I have work to do." She said walking by.

I followed, "please don't tell anyone."

"I won't tell a soul Kyle. I am legally forbidden to reveal what and whom I see in this hospital."

I grabbed her arm and pulled her back, "Kristen please!" That did it. I was begging Kristen frickin Gregory to comfort me. I was begging an almost complete stranger and I lost it. Staring into her eyes just… well…I started to cry. For the first time in I don't know how long I felt water fill my eyes.

I walked to the side of the busy corridor and put my back against the fall and my face it my hands as I slid down the wall and was soon sitting on the ground sobbing. I felt an arm weave through one of mine and a head on my shoulder and the lingering smell of Chanel or some high quality perfume.

Ken POV

My dad was having his yearly Christmas party. It was always cowboy themed and I was pretty excited because I really had an idea to get out of the friend zone with Dylan.

I'll explain.

Last few months I was used to hanging with Dylan… alone. It all started September 3rd:

She ran up to me after school, "hey will you do me a favor?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"I have to babysit these evil children. And they only go to bed when a male or their mother tells them cause girls got coodies or something…" I immediately understood these boys and agreed completely. I just like coodies now. Saturday came and modesty aside… I was great with them! Multiple times I saw Dylan side glance me and I guess I knew once the kids were in bed id get a little something something.

WRONG!

We sat on the coach and she fell asleep almost immediately. It wasn't romantic where her head was on my shoulder, or sexy where her head was on my crotch. I got the feet…

The next day we got ice cream. She had her arm through mine… but it was platonic.

We routinely hung out like this. "Just buds". But my dad's party was coming up now.

I complained to Jesse several times.

"Man I just want to date her! But I'm friend zoned. I've always heard about friend zoned but now I am…"

"Man your whipped."

"No I'm not."

"If you were milk you'd be cream by now…"

"Shut up smart ass… I mean dumb ass."

Jesse just gave me a fake smile.

"Being a chick's friend is fine Kenny, just don't let them get comfortable I guess. Keep things interesting and fun and I guess let the sparks fly."

"GAYY!"

"I'm not the one friend zoned by Marvil-ous Dylan!"

"okay okay. I'm going to invite her to my dad's Christmas party. As my date!"

"She's probably going anyway man… everyone is, like every family in the area."

"There are perks to be the date of the host."

"Like what? Cleaning up after?"

"That's for cleaners…"

" Then what is the perk?"

"Access to my bedroom."

The next day I bought hydrangeas, purple and blue.

I put on a black cowboy hat with a black shirt, khakis and ankle cowboy boots and arrived at her house, 25 minutes before school. The boys were waiting in the limo around the corner. As I was walking up I saw a white Range Rover pull up and I felt eyes burning the back of my neck. Dylan soon rushed out of her house but once I was seen, stopped dead in front of me.

Her cheeks became rosy and she bit her bottom lip trying not to laugh as she looked at her friends behind me. I was about to brush it off when I remembered I was dressed like Brad Paisley with flowers…

"Umm…" great start Ken. Then from the car, my boys walked out and up her pathway until they all stood next to me, not dressed like Cowboys, but nonetheless they had my back.

Austin stood in the center and confidently said, "This year for the Jackson Country Christmas Party, we are all asking dates. Kendall takes it away."

I nodded and smiled, feeling surer of myself next to my buds. Thank God for Austin! "Dylan, I cordially invite you to be my date to my father's party."

Dylan smiled and opened her arms as I gave her a hug. She told me when to pick her up and I had a date! As we walked back I put my arm around Austin

"Thanks man. I froze."

"Yeah when I saw Isaac pull up I figured. I guess I need a date now."

"Just ask Massie."

"She hasn't talked to me in…"

"Derrick dumped her after your party, because of you… you should make the first move."

"Since when are you an expert?"

"Since I got a date with Dylan."

Austin POV

Massie Block. Whatever I had more important things to worry about. First off, ill update you all.

Andrew. Well we like him. He is a genuine guy, actually a perfect guy. Volunteers every Saturday morning, tutors Jesse every Sunday, he is an active member in the Torch club at school (they plan dances, spirit days and stuff), and he runs a lot and let's not forget straight A's.

One day as we were ranking chicks we decided to rank each other.

Not looks or anything but on a personality basis.

Most likely to crack a joke was Kyle… obviously

Most likely to charm was Kendall

Most likely to flirt was Jesse

Most likely to speak their mind was me

Most likely to be nice was of course Andrew… or as I liked to call him Drew.

Randy, the little snitch was an actually buddy with Derrick for over a year. They became friends as Camp Counselors' he's been snitching ever since. Now derrick, Cam, Kemp, Josh… well, they know exactly how we feel and everything about us. Today I am officially starting a war.

I was having our weekly meeting afterschool and slowly the boys filed into classroom I rented after school. All the boys walked in.

"Alright guys, I'm going to get straight to the point. They've got Randy so I call a prank war."

A/N Next chapter will be the big party and of course pranks. You will see and be updated of Jesse/Alicia first off. Get a PoV of Andrew if I hear back from their creator and a few boy-girl heart to hearts!

How I imagine the boys (if I'm wrong correct me and ill put a link on the next chapter), is on my page.