Remember when I said I would be updating regularly? Well, I decided to be nice and post two chapters in one sitting! Yay! Yahay! Woo! Yeah.

Warnings still apply. New OCs entering in this chapter. If you didn't catch the memo in the first chapter, this story is set in the Philippines.

Cheers!

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- Replica.

"Damn, that deliciously sexy hunk of man looks good in P.E. shorts."

A blonde girl in her twenties sat on the bleachers, watching the seventh grade class in their martial arts class. Her eyes flitted back and forth, from random students to their teacher.

"Damn, you're right." The girl beside her with red hair and a Scottish accent replied. "Just look at that ass—"

"God, you girls are disturbing." A white-haired British man said, walking up to them.

"But look at it!" the blonde exclaimed, pointing. The Brit shuddered.

"No. I'm not going to look at his ass." He said. "Besides, aren't you guys supposed to be in a class somewhere, not ogling our friend's butt?"

"Mnh. Not yet. I've got a class later. After this sexy show." The redhead said, grinning. The Brit rolled his eyes, before dragging them away from the seventh grade P.E. class. The teacher who the girls had been ogling gave the Brit a thumbs up, before returning to instructing his students how to properly perform a sinawali. (1)

"That was actually a lot more bearable than I thought."

The class had just finished, and after a few minutes of freshening up, everyone headed to their Computer and Technology class. The four girls began discussing the finer details of the arnis class they just had with Mr. Fanchu.

"Only 'cause the teacher was sexier than anything we've ever seen, Tamm." Nick said, grinning. Tammy grinned back in agreement.

"True dat." Mel said. They all looked at Andy, waiting for her answer. Instead, she looked rather annoyed.

"What?" Mel asked. "Someone got her panties in a twist?"

"How can none of you think that's really WING FREAKIN' FANCHU?" she exclaimed. The other three just sighed.

"Ands, we discussed this!" Tammy said. "We all agreed that he looked like an older version of Wing, and yes, he did share his name, but there's no way in Hell that he could be our Wing Fanchu!"

"You all agreed! I just whined and disagreed." She replied, disgruntled.

"Well, you didn't really put up an argu—" Nick was cut off, when the door of the computer room slammed open.

"Sorry! I didn't realize you guys were here!" said a redhead Scottish girl. Andy glared meaningfully at all her friends, who were dumbstruck. Their teacher led them in and made them all sit down, before introducing herself.

"I'm Laura Brand, but as your teacher, you may call me Miss Brand." She started. Andy glared again at her friends. The teacher pressed on. "Since I'm new, I'd like to know about all of you."

Each student walked up and introduced themselves, either giving long speeches about themselves, or barely saying anything.

"So… hey. I'm Mel Danao." Mel said. "I'm thirteen, fourteen this September 13 and absolutely in love with martial arts. I'm not so good with this subject, so I hope that'll change this year." Miss Brand smiled, before motioning for her to go sit down.

As she went back to her seat, she high-fived Tammy as she went up.

"I'm Tamara Palmiano, a.k.a. Tammy. I absolutely love Computer and Tech., and I guess I'm pretty good at it." At this, Miss Brand smiled. "I'm planning to become a CEO of a computer company and get rich by creating a new line of advanced artificial intelligences that would aid humans in re-creating a world where the environment hasn't been damaged. That, or they could just help aid people in general."

After her, Nick followed.

"I'm Nicolette Salazar, known as Nick, if any of you call me Nicolette I will castrate you." She started, giving everyone her familiar you-know-I-mean-that death glare.

"I'm going to become a famous writer and change the face of the earth with my heart-wrenching, moving writing, and I'll use my legions of die-hard fans to do as I command and be my servants, on the pretense that they may stay in my mansion as they please." Nick said jokingly. "But I am serious about becoming a writer."

"And as for me," Andy said, after Nick. "I'm Andrea "Andy" Aquino. My life speech is too long for me to say, so I'll shorten it: I'd like to become a successful chef or a famous Broadway actress."

"All right then!" Laura said. "So let's start on our work, shall we?"

"Well that was dee-diddly dandy!" said Andy. "We could do without the sarcasm." Tammy said, glaring at her. Laura had popped a quiz on them during Computer and Tech., and as the name suggested, Andy was not prepared at all. She said that she would fail miserably and never get into college, never get a job and have to be reduced to begging for ice cream on the streets.

Nick said she was just being too damn dramatic. Again.

"It could happen!" she replied, and there was a pause. They all laughed, as they trudged back to their bus. In truth, they could walk back to their dorms, if it weren't for the fact that it was a mile or fifteen away, and they had very heavy bags. That's why the Bus Service thing came up. Students who lived fairly farther away were assigned to certain buses. Luckily enough, they were all in the same bus.

Their old school hadn't been very big, but Thresh had been. Very much. It was about five sizes bigger than ol' Ascunsion. They needed cabs in Thresh back then, what more that Ascunsion had been added to their school grounds?

After a fair few minutes, they got to Dorm 7. They separated from there. They lived on different floors in the dorm.

The odd thing was, the schools weren't rich enough to separate the boys from the girls,so they lived together in the dorms. Obviously, parents had problems with this, so the school decided to set up cameras all over the place. The four of them thought that it was useless; they could have just separated the dorms and be done with.

The moment she parted from her friends, someone roughly slung their arm around her throat.

"Hey singer-girl!" he said, grinning from ear to ear. Andy rolled her eyes. This boy, Jaime Jacoby "J.J." Lacson, had been an annoyance to her since day one. He talked too much, and was way too nosy for his own good.

Well, actually… he wasn't as annoying as she imagined him to be. In fact, he was perfectly fine. Except for the fact that he was a little nosy and a tad too talkative, she had no big problems with him. (2)

Andy really had no idea why she disliked him.

"Hello Jayj." She said flatly, throwing his arm off of her shoulders and walking away. J.J. pretended to shiver, before chasing after her.

"Hey! Why the cold shoulder?" he asked. "I mean, I haven't done anything wrong yet."

Andy sighed. She really couldn't hate this kid. "Sorry." She said, turning to him. "I just..." her voice trailed away, when she saw a girl approaching J.J. She froze, before running off. J.J. looked confused, before turning to see what she saw. He sighed.

"Damn. Things must really be sucking for them right now." He muttered under his breath, before walking off.

(1) Sinawali: Arnis (national sport of the Philippines) move. It is the signature double-stick weaving pattern named after the Filipino word for woven coconut leaves, which are used for the walls of nipa huts, which are hand-made, traditional Filipino houses.

(2) Lol old readers. Guess who this was?

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- Replica.