A/N: Longest chapter so far! Minus the Author's notes, this chapter is 1,362 words long! Yay!

This took me forever to write! I think 2 hours maybe? I don't know. I didn't look at the time of when I started writing this. Let me check my email, I remember recieving a message when I started writing... Yup! Exactly 2 hours! Except I got destracted a few times! LOL!

Alex's POV

Today, we have school, again. Ugh. Thank goodness it's a Friday!

Let's see… first class… history. I think I'll skip it.

"Hi Alex!" Jasmine said.

I Jumped. "Oh gosh, you scared me!" I said.

"Sorry, I do that a lot," Jasmine said. She looked like she was getting smaller.

"It's okay. It must be a Finkle jean," I said rolling my eyes, about to go back to my locker.

"Hi Alex! Hi Jasmine!"

Jasmine and I both jumped. Jasmine hid behind the door of my locker, but came back out when she realized who it was.

"Hi Harper," I said. See? Finkle jean.

"Did you hear Mr. Laritate was out with the flu? And the vice-principle sprained his ankle getting out of bed, making Justin the principle for the day!" Harper said.

"Oh, joy," I said with annoyance. "He can boss me around as much as he wants now."

"Fine Alex, but we have to get to history. Bye Jasmine!" Harper said pulling me to the nap room.

Jasmine's POV

"Bye," I said back, gathering my Spanish books.

I turned around, and there he was, Max. Across the hallway I can see him looking through his trashed locker.

Gosh, I'm such a stalker, turn around.

I turned around, but I couldn't help but look back.

There he was, with another girl. Nancy Lueke.

What are they talking about? I asked myself.

I slammed my locker and went to Spanish.

Alex's POV

Blah blah blah. The Bill of Rights. Blah blah blah. Light bulbs.

Who cares? This class is pointless. Why do we need to learn about history? It's like reading a boring book. We don't need to read books to survive, do we? Maybe a cooking book, if you don't own a sandwich shop.

History is never repeated, so why do we need to learn this? Ugh.

Harper was taking notes. I was sitting there looking like I was.

Maybe I'll fall asleep and ask Harper for her notes after class, yeah. That might work. Yawn. I dozed into a deep sleep.

I was in a church. But I was standing on the 'stage' or whatever it's called. Was I getting married? I looked at my dress; it was a lavender-colored spaghetti strap sheath dress. Am I a bride's maid?

I looked to the person next to me, Harper. She was wearing the same dress as me. She was waving to Justin who was wearing a tuxedo. He smiled, waved back, and blew a kiss. Eww. He was in the front of the line of guys with tuxedos. Does that mean he's the best man? I noticed Harper was also in the front of the line of girls wearing the exact same dress as me. I'm at a wedding?

I looked down; there were people in the seats in the church. My mom and dad were in the front row. They waved at me.

What was going on? Whose wedding is this?

That's when I saw Max walking down the aisle. He was also in a tuxedo. Was he late for his job of being a groom's man? He stood in the middle of the stage. Was he clueless to where he was supposed to go?

"Max," I loudly whispered to him. "Max!" I talked louder.

Nothing, no response.

"Harper," I whispered to my friend, tapping her shoulder.

She paid no attention either. Are these people deaf?

Suddenly, everyone rose to face the giant doors at the end of the room. A flower girl, I don't know who, threw white flowers everywhere.

Then a girl in a flowery wedding dress walked down the aisle.

Harper kind of turned her head a little, "Doesn't that jasmine flower wedding dress I made for her make her look beautiful?"

Jasmine? Jasmine! She was the bride?

She got up to the middle of the stage. Her and Max were holding hands. Max is the groom? Jasmine is the bride? They're getting married? But, eww!

Lost in thought, I hadn't noticed the priest talked the whole time.

"You may kiss the bride," the priest said.

What? No, I can't watch. I closed my eyes.

When I opened them, I was somewhere else. It looked like the Waverly Sub Station, except the tables and chairs were moved out of the way. I was in a crowd of girls reaching their hands up. I did the same, I had no clue what was going on.

I saw Jasmine throwing a bouquet over her shoulder in front of the big group. All of the girls jumped to get it. The person who got it, Harper. All of the other girls disappointedly stomped away. It's just flowers! Gosh!

Harper gave me a hug. "Alex! This means me and Justin can get married next!" she excitedly said.

Gross. "Why would you do that?" I asked.

She held out her hand, "Because we have been engaged for a few months now."

I grabbed her left hand and looked at what was on her ring finger. A ring! A big, fat diamond ring! My eyes widened in shock.

"Harper!" an annoying voice said behind her as Justin hugged her from behind. "You caught it!" he said spinning her around to face him.

"Yup," she said.

They kissed.

I was shocked, "Nooooooooooooooooooo!"

I woke up. My whole history class was staring at me. Including the teacher in the front of the room. He stopped the whole lesson to look at me.

"What?" I asked.

"I said the Bill of Rights was passed, and you yelled 'noooooooo!'" The teacher said, horribly mocking me.

Good, he didn't know I was asleep.

"Oh, that's what you said." I started, "I thought you said Billy Right was passed out." I said, pointing to Billy Right, captain of the Lacrosse team.

Billy looked confused.

"Oh, no I said 'Bill of Rights', Miss Russo." The teacher said. "Maybe I should speak louder, you being near the back of the room and everything."

"Yup, that would be really appreciated." I said.

Our history teacher went back to his 'blah blah blah'-ing. While Harper glared at me and shook her head.

Jasmine's POV

Here I sit here in Spanish class. Spanish 2 advanced Spanish. We are doing review of Spanish 1. Basically, we are doing a test. Most of this has gotten out of my mind.

I have to translate 'The dog walks in the park.'

El perro camina en el parque.

Is that right? I have no clue!

I eventually finished the test; I was one of the last ones. I was so good in Spanish. What happened?

I gave the teacher my test. I'm estimating a B… plus. Yeah, hopefully.

I went back to my seat, waiting for the people even slower than me to finish the test. No matter how slow I go, there is always someone slower. And I am extremely slow on tests. I don't want to be the person who rushes through tests and misses a lot of stuff, because they went so fast. I'm not a genius or anything. Not even in math, my best subject. Ugh, 1's look so close to 7's!

I can't help but think about Max. Does he like me? No. Does he know I exist? Yes. Kinda… He has to know I exist to be my lab partner. But he didn't even acknowledge me when I was at his house with Alex and Harper. Boys are so confusing.

He's obviously interested in Nancy Lueke. Why would he like her? She's so gross. In PE, we were playing soccer outside. There was a big spider on the goal and she squashed it. WITH HER BARE HANDS!

Apparently from what Alex says, Max is gross too. I never see him be gross. He exploded the frog, not made it dance on a stick.

If he is gross too, then, I guess, they're perfect for each other.

Unfortunately, him being with me is never going to happen.

A/N: Now you know why this story is called 'Never Going To Happen'. I didn't actually plan for the title to be said in the story this way, but this way is good too!

I added Nancy in, because I remember I had the idea of this story BEFORE news of the WOWP episode "Max's Secret Girlfriend" went out. Trust me, I learned that episode was coming out really early (like a month or 2 before) because I am a member on Jake's website. By Jake, I mean Jake T. Austin, AKA Max.

I had this idea for this story before I knew this Fan Fiction website even existed. Some of my ideas for the story went away because I forgot to write them down. Wait... did I tell you this before? I have no clue. Sorry, I'm not thinking strait today. I had swim practice this morning. Gots lots of chlorine water in my head (technically ears).

Sorry for my babbling, and misspelling in the authors notes. (I think I spelled 'misspelling' wrong. Is it 1 or 2 S's?) And my horrible grammar. I have horrible English. And that is my main language... :P

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