Sorry that this is a short one, guys. I promise though, I start trying to finish these sooner. I've just been very busy with this theater stuff at my school. Hope you like it, and thanks for all your reviews so far! I lessthanthree all of you!

"I… Just… Don't… Get it."

"Well, paying attention might help."

Krayonder buried his face in his hands. She was right though, she always was. But He simply did not understand Shakespeare. All those words… He was almost positive that at least half of those funny sounding words were just made up. There was no way people ever talked like that.

"Ugh," he groaned. "Why do we even have to lean this?"

"Oh, come on, it not that bad. This is one of his best plays."

He stood up, rubbing his temples. "My brain is not meant to process these things!"

"Perhaps we should take a small break?"

"Yes! Oh my god, yes! A break sounds really good right now!"

Specs shut the book. "Alright. But only for a few minutes, we're supposed to have this chapter done by Monday."

"We can finish tomorrow."

"Today is Sunday."

"Wha- where did the weekend go?"

"Well," she rolled her eyes. "You slept in until three yesterday…"

He sighed, walking over to fridge to grab a bottle of coke. This past week had been quite interesting for the both of them. The had so much to remember that all the details swam around maddeningly in their heads.

They had to lean and memorize the entire social system of Ann Arbor high. It had turned out that Sarah and Vince were pretty much the rulers of the school. They were the richest, most popular kids in the entire town, and they seemed to have the entire student body wrapped around their fingers. There was a select group of people who they actually let hang around them, and Krayonder had become part of them. He was the only reason they tolerated Specs at all; had he not refused to go anywhere without her, they never would've given her a second glance.

Specs really didn't like Sarah. She wasn't your typical mean, snobby cheerleader. No, she was much, much smarter. She was shrewd, and seemed to have a whole system to getting every little thing her cold heart desired. Vince was no better; he was more arrogant than anyone Specs had ever met, including Junior. She was really regretting accepting this mission; she sure as hell did not want to be Sarah's friend.

Then again, if she hadn't gone, there wouldn't have been anyone to watch over Sarah, make sure she didn't try any funny business around Krayonder.

The phone rang, and Krayonder ran over to get it; Robert was out at the store.

"Hello? Oh, hi. Yeah I'm- oh, really? What time? Great, we'll be there! Alright. See you tonight then! Bye."

He put down the receiver and ran over to Specs excitedly.

"Who was that?" she asked.

"Vince. He just invited us to see Jailhouse Rock with him at the drive-in!"

"Isn't that an Elvis movie?"

"Yes!" he was grinning excitedly. "Man, it's so weird to think that he's like, somewhere on this earth right now, alive. Aw, just think about it; I am standing on the earth at the same time as the greatest musical genius of all time. This is like so totally awesome, I can't even explain!"

Specs rolled her eyes. "You are such a dork."

"And you are being way too serious," He poked her nose affectionately. "Lighten up, man! It's Saterday, we are young, the word is ours for the keeping!"

"You seem to be forgetting that we're not actually teenagers, that all this is just an act, and that we are adults on a mission."

"On a mission where we get to be teenagers. Come on, isn't there anything you never got to do as a teen?"

The irony of his question was so hilarious that she felt the need to laugh sarcastically; she hadn't done anything as a teen. She changed the subject quickly, in hopes to avoid a very awkward conversation involving her angst-filled teenage years. "So… What time do we have to be there?"

"In half an hour. The place is pretty far away, so we should probably start getting ready now…"

She ran upstairs. Her and Krayonder had stayed in their pajamas all day. (one of the best things about Saterday!) Looking at the clothes Lang gave her, she couldn't decide wether to just wear a regular skit and blouse, or to put on the dress. She was so tempted to dress up all nice just to make Sarah jelious. It was petty, but she loved whenever she would glare at her.

She finally decided on one of the nicer skirts. She didn't want to look like she was trying too hard.

When they got to the drive-in, the parked right next to Vince's car. Sarah stepped out and walked over to the window, a wicked grin on her face.

"I'm glad you guys could make it! Specs, darlin', Vince wanted to have a little talk with you."

"Oh… alright…" she got up, and Sarah immediately slipped into her spot, closing the door behind her.

Oh wow, really, bitch? she walked over to the corvette. Another girl was sitting in the back seat, a girl with mousey brown hair and huge green eyes.

"'Ay Specs!" Vince grinned. "This is my girl, Beth."

"Hello," she said quietly.

"So come on in, Specs, have a seat."

She sat down, right as the movie started. The three of them sat in silence for a while, and she began to feel very awkward. Finally, after twenty minutes, Vince started to talk.

"So Specs… That Krayonder guy… You two are pretty close, huh?"

"We've been friends for years."

"Oh, that's nice. Yeah, that's good and all but… well, sis has got a little thing for the guy, if ya know what I mean," he chuckled. "And she don't feel to good 'bout you getting so close to him. I'm not sayin' that you two can't be friends anymore, no, I would never say that. But I just wanted to tell you that you may want to reconcider if you have any… stronger feelings for him. It would be for the best though, right? I mean, you only want the best for your pal, and Sarah is the beast he could have."

Specs had no idea what to say. She felt her eye twitch just a little bit.

"Vince-" Beth started to say, but Vince cut her off.

"Not now, doll. Look, I wanna make sure you're clear on what I'm sayin'. Do we got an understandin'?"

She nodded, feeling numb. She didn't want to, no; she wanted to yell at him and then walk back to the car that Krayonder borrowed from Robert and slap the crap out of Sarah. But instead, she stood up. "Uh, I gotta go, uh… bathroom…"

Specs ran out, stumbling blindly as her eyes started stinging. She felt herself hitting something hard, and she realized that she'd run into a tree. She sunk down to the floor, leaning against the tree.

She hugged her knees, sobbing so hard her sides hurt. "You only want the best for your pal, and Sarah is the best he could have…" He was implying that he deserved better than her, that was for sure. She wasn't denying it, she knew it was true, but hearing someone say her fear out loud… It made it all the more real. She didn't just have horrible self-esteem issues; she really just wasn't good enough, not pretty enough for him.

Sarah was pretty. She was more than pretty, she was perfect. Well, almost perfect; she had a cold heart. A bitter frozen heart that was so different from Krayonder's kind, warm, beautiful one. If anything, he deserved much better than her!

Specs dryed her eyes, mustering up as much courage as she could. She couldn't let Sarah have him; if not for herself, than for Krayonder. He needed a girl with a good heart, even if she wasn't that girl.

You want war, Sarah Rellis? You got it, girl. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.