A/N: Man, I wanted this to be longer, but it'll have to do. Takes place day before party, same time as chapter two. Once again, enjoy. Thanks to Hershey 9, jackandkimforever, badada15, and Rosa24 for your reviews!

"I'm telling you, yo, this is gonna be one sick party," said Jerry.

Milton peered down at the flyers skeptically. "I still don't think it's a good idea to pass these out. I thought we were going to keep it small. I mean, what if this thing gets out of control?"

"Hey, the more, the better, right?" Jerry said, grinning. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Especially with the girls?"

Eddie nodded enthusiastically. "Especially with the girls," he chimed in.

Jack joined in his friends' laughter. He leaned further back against the lockers, avoiding the oncoming, after school rush. "Dude, I still can't believe Rudy actually handed you the keys," he told Jerry.

Technically, Rudy hadn't handed them as much as he had tossed them thoughtlessly behind his back exclaiming, "Here, lock up." Rudy Gilespie, in his right mind, wouldn't have entrusted Jerry with even plant watering duties. His frantic state of mind, however, could be easily convinced of anything; particularly when the promise land of Vegas beckoned. And if the keys just happened to land in Jerry's hands, well, who was he to argue with Rudy?

"What can I say, Jack?" Jerry gloated. "Rudy really trusts me. When he looks at me, he sees a man who's responsible, honest, and really knows how to take charge."

"And yet, we're throwing a party behind his back," said Milton, wryly.

"Hey, when life gives you an empty ass room with no adults to supervise, you say yes," said Jerry. "You either throw a party or you bring the honeys over to –"

"Gahhhh," Milton cut him off. He covered his ears.

"I was gonna say play video games. Dude, don't be weird."

The gang ironed out the final details. Since Rudy planned to return from Vegas early Sunday morning, they had to time it perfectly; which meant setting up, clearing everyone out, and cleaning it spotless by late Saturday. Jerry didn't seem too worried. If anything, he was convinced that Rudy would extend his stay. Plus, he was traveling with Bobby Wasabi and Phil for Bobby's bachelor party; the combined ruckus they would bring guaranteed at least a bus trip or two with gambling losses. If Bobby's track record was anything to go by, Jerry would wager his fourth marriage lasting barely five months.

"Jaaacck," Randy Plotski greeted. The two exchanged slaps and fist bumps.

"Heard you guys were throwing a shindig tomorrow," said Randy.

"Yeah," said Jack. "I'll put you down on the list."

Milton scoffed. "What list?"

"Actually, it's a party," Jerry said in earnest.

"A shindig is a party," Eddie explained.

"Well, whatever it is, make sure to invite the future Mrs. Plotski over there," said Randy, pointing in the direction of the opposite lockers.

Across the room, two potential Mrs. Plotskis were chatting away. Well,…the brunet one with the cat-eye glasses was chatting incessantly. Her blonde friend was nodding away, listening for the most part as she grabbed books from her locker.

"Julie?" Milton squeaked.

Randy stared at Milton. "What planet are you from? No. The smokin' blonde – Kim."

Randy turned his attention back to the girls. "She's perfect," he said dreamily.

"She's hot, yeah," Jerry agreed cautiously. "She's kind of stuck up though. I mean, I haven't seen her hang out with anybody except Julie. She doesn't really talk much either. It's pretty much like you're having a conversation with yourself."

"Exactly," said Randy, beaming. He waved his goodbyes and jogged off.

Jerry rolled his eyes. "Tch. Look at him: slobbering all over like a puppy. Poor sucker thinks he has a chance. She's gonna rip his heart out and stomp all over it like my abuela's pacifier."

The image brought about by the analogy was enough to give Milton pause as he was about to speak.

"She shot you down, huh?" asked Eddie.

"Pretty much," said Jerry. He turned to Jack. "What do you think, Jack?"

Jack shrugged and glanced once more at the subject of interest. What did he think of her, he mused. Truthfully, he didn't know what to make of Kim Crawford. He knew as much as the rest of them did: that she was a new student who moved here from Tennessee, and like Jerry said, kept mostly to herself. She shared only World History class and lunch period with him. Kim sat too far from him to stare, but close enough to where her presence was palpable: second row from the back, two chairs behind him, column to the right of his. Not that he kept track.

Jack couldn't really explain it, but the more he studied Kim, the more he felt like she was a walking contradiction of sorts. The rigid posture and tilted chin made her petite frame appear taller than she was (or as Grace put it: snobby). A bubbly personality would have suited her better than the abrupt, aloof one she possessed. And the dark colors she favored in her wardrobe just looked all wrong on her. He could, however, appreciate those long, tanned legs displayed in that skirt that was an inch away from dress code violation. She was attractive, sure, but he couldn't help but think that she ought to be cute instead.

In short, Kim Crawford intrigued him more than he wanted to admit.

"Well…you did say the more, the merrier," said Milton.

Jack had a feeling Milton meant Julie rather than Kim if the fixed stare Milton gave her was anything to go by. He shared a knowing smirk with Jerry. "Why not?" said Jack.

And as he spoke the words, he found himself rather looking forward to it. It would be interesting, he decided. Besides, he liked a challenge.

A/N: songlist recs: Come Get it Now by Pixie Lott and Dakota by the Stereophonics. Warning as lyrics might be explicit. Anyways, please review and comment!