Author's Note: Hey everyone. Okay first, Supersmiles (guest) I have been considering both of those ideas but, about the second thing, you need to remember that they can hardly stand each other. Also, I have something I need to address for everyone else. Last night, I started checking out reviews, favorites, and follows. I feel like people are not caring about this story. If people just don't care, I'm not going to write a third book into this series and I'm definitely not going to drag on this story. There are parts I can cut out but still have a pretty good story. I mean if people don't care about this, why put time and effort into it when I have other ideas to turn into stories? If you're reading and enjoying this, let me know! Please! I like this story! Anyway, I'm over thinking this as I write it and I'm putting myself in a really bad mood. I don't want this chapter to become my bad mood chapter. Here is the chapter.

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Chapter 6 - Needed

Clove POV

Man! I need to fall asleep! I am so tired. Cato and Marvel took my entire crew to a weird light show. I am so tired though. I pull my blanket onto me and close my eyes. I hear my door open and I look up. I watch Jett slowly enter my room. He sat on my bed beside me. I sat up and leaned my head against my brother. He pulled me into a hug. I obviously took his offer.

I missed my brother while we were ignoring him.

"Alright princess. Spill your guts. Why are you guys ignoring me?" he asked.

I get up and go to my door. I lock it. Isabelle and Desiree do not need to know I'm talking to Jett. I came and sit down so I am exactly facing my brother. I pull my hair into a ponytail.

"Jett. We're just a bit mad. You didn't break up with Cashmere after what she did to Desiree and all of us. We truly thought you would do that for us. But we were wrong and that stung worst than everything," I explained falling onto my brother.

"Clove. Look at me," he said pushing me so I look into his eyes. "I'm not breaking up with Cashmere. I'm planning to humiliate her. But for right now, I need to act like I don't care about Desiree's feelings. And I need you to keep acting like you know nothing about my plan. If it is going to work, everything needs to stay as it is. But please do not tell anyone about my plan. Believe me. I will make Cashmere pay for what she is doing. She will suffer and I will make that happen," she said staring into my eyes the whole time.

"First of all. Blink already! You're scaring me!" I said. "Second, make the she-devil suffer."

Jett nodded and left my room. I curl up and pull my blanket up to my chin. Tomorrow will be interesting.

I hope.

*The Next Day, After Schooling*

We just get home and we gather around my computer. Well, we being Isabelle, Desiree, and myself. We heard a rumor being passed around school. It was about the Alpha Kappa Chi and Gamma Zeta Pi houses throwing a huge end of semester party. The end of the semester was approaching really quickly.

"We're in," I said leaning back from my computer.

"Hey Clove, look," Desiree said pointing at some part of the invite.

I looked and saw it was a box saying 'I would like to perform' and it was a check box. I checked it off but both girls need to know they will be performing with me. They both are wonderful singers. We head up to my room and pick to sing Blah Blah Blah by Ke$ha. (A/N There is no way to kind clean lyrics to a Ke$ha song.)

Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah
Zip your lips like a padlock
And meet me at the back with the jack and the jukebox
I dont really care where you live at
Just turn around boy and let me hit that
Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick's at

Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

Boy come on get your rocks off
Come put a little love in my glove box
I wanna dance with no pants on
Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox
So cut to the chase kid
'Cause I know you don't care what my middle name is
I wanna be naked
But you're wasted

Music's up
Listen hot stuff
I'm in love
With this song
So just hush
Baby shut up
Heard enough

Stop talking that
Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

You be delaying,
You always be saying some shit
You say I'm playing,
I'm never laying the bitch
Sayin' "blah, blah blah"
'cause I don't care who you are
In this bar
It only matters who I is

Stop talking that Blah blah blah
Think you'll be getting this
Nah nah nah
Not in the back of my
Car-ar-ar
If you keep talking that
Blah blah blah blah blah

We smiled by the time we finished the song. We pulled into a group hug. We decide to go out to the pool. I sat on the deck with my guitar trying to play Blah Blah Blah, Isabelle sat by the pool in a lounge chair, and Desiree dove into the pool and leaned into a corner.

"I think this party will need a big twist," Isabelle smirked.

I rolled my eyes before picking up a foam football. I threw it as Isabelle which knocked her into the pool. Desiree and I started laughing. She hopped out of the pool and filled a bucket with pool water.

"Not while I have my guitar!" I yelled at Isabelle.

She looked at Desiree who nodded. Desiree ran up to me and stole my guitar out of my hands. Isabelle dumped the water on my head while Desiree put my guitar inside. I ran after Isabelle and Desiree chased me. I pushed Isabelle into the pool and Desiree tackled me into the pool. We ended up laughing. We all went inside.

"Clove!" both girls yell as they burst into my room.

I fell off my bed.

"What?" I barked at the girls as they pulled me to my feet.

"Your guitar disappeared!" they screamed in union.

"Jett probably took it. We both play and he probably forgot his guitar," I sigh.

They look at each other and shrug. They leave my room. I sneak out to Jett's room. He is playing my guitar. He'll bring it to my room when he is done. I flicked my wet hair over my shoulder and I go to my room.

I know more than I need to.

And this is chapter six. Please review, favorite, and follow.