Three years later….. Here's chapter three.

I have no excuse. I just got majorly stuck on this story and I actually lost the book I had written the start to this chapter in. Turns out, it was in Texas with my aunt. In the back of the closet of the room I stayed in when I lived with her my 10th grade year. Kind of crazy.

But anyway, here's the chapter.

It was 1st period Economics. The only class that Lauren, Aura, Nicole, and Krista all had together. It was the most time they had all day (not including lunch) to socialize. With that being said, all their grades were significantly low in this course. But you didn't need Economics to graduate, did you?

Nicole was attempting to copy down the notes on the Powerpoint that their teacher, Mr. Hargett, was reviewing with them. Her writing was interrupted by a flying paperball to the head. Rolling her eyes, she turned to look over her shoulder. It was Aura who had been trying to get her attention. She was the only person they knew of that was too lazy to walk forward two desks and tap her on the shoulder.

"What do you want?" Nicole asked with a frustrated sigh. She placed her purple gel pen on the desk and turned so that she was completely facing Aura.

Aura pulled out an removed an earbud and pulled her iPod from where it was resting – the front cover of her binder. "Guess what I'm listening to."

"What?"

She smirked as she extended her arm, holding the iPod where she was sure the screen was visible to Nicole. "Big Time Rush!"

"Really? Them again?"

"Yes, them again." Aura mocked the way Nicole responded. She finally pulled the other earbud from her ear. "You can't honestly tell me they're not ten times more appealing to you now that they're here."

That logic couldn't be argued with. Well… maybe it could, but Nicole wasn't in the mood to do that just yet. She was still feeling some type of buzz due to a certain boy. His name may or may not be Logan Mitchell. And he may o;r may not be the cutest boy in the universe to her.

Nicole turned back around in her desk effectively ending the conversation. "No comment."

Aura rolled her eyes at Nicole before ripping another sheet of paper from her binder and balling it up. She was just about to bounce it off of Krista's head, but was interrupted by the bell ringing, signaling that it was time to change classes. She remained in her seat as she watched her friends gather their things. Her next class was next door, so there was no hurry at all.

"Jamal, stop," Lauren murmured, attempting to push the boy away from her, but failing miserably. "I gotta get to class."

Jamal ignored the girl whom he had pressed against the lockers and continued planting kisses along her neck. "Why?"

It's not that she wasn't enjoying it – because she was – but her computer class was on the other end of the universe and she could not afford another trip to hallway sweep. Her mom was on her ass enough already. And on top of that, as promiscuous as she was, hallway PDA (with at least twenty teachers eyeballing you) just wasn't her cup of tea.

At the exact moment she was going to give Jamal an answer, she noticed James, in all his godlike glory, walk by where she and Jamal were. Lauren couldn't help but notice that he looked a tad lost. She shoved Jamal off of her, sending him stumbling into the middle of the hallway. He was giving her a fucked up looked, but at the moment, she didn't give a damn. She followed behind him as fast as her legs would allow. She was able to catch up to him when he stopped briefly to check the room numbers.

"What room ya lookin' for?" Lauren asked as she fell into step alongside him.

James' eyes quickly went to the schedule he was holding, then back to Lauren. "Ms. Tate, Room 43."

"Looks like we have Computer Applications together. Just follow me. It's in the vocational building."

Krista made it through the door of her Literature class right as the bell rang. Everyone was already in their seats, textbooks and paper out, ready to learn. That being said, she drew more attention to herself, much like that morning in Chorus.

"Sorry, Ms. Showers," she whispered and made her way to her seat in the very back of the class.

Her heart stopped for half a second when she saw who was seated next to her. Carlos Garcia. He looked so damn adorable doodling away in his notebook. Krista took a seat next to him. She tapped him on the shoulder and smiled when he looked up at her.

"You know this is an Honors class, right?"

He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "If it was up to me, I wouldn't be here at all. Trust me."

Krista raised an eyebrow at his expression. "Why are you guys here, anyway?"

"It's Logan and Kelly's fault. But mostly Logan's."

"Logan? Really? He doesn't seem like a shit starter. How is it their fault, though?"

"Gustavo took the job, Kelly suggested we get the 'real high school experience' and Logan agreed when he could have protested like the rest of us."

"Well that's true," Krista said, pulling and ink pen from her totebag. "But it's not that bad here, I swear. It takes a minute, but you'll get used to it pretty fast."

Ms. Showers was now standing in front of the class, behind her podium. Her teacher's edition of the literature book was open in front of her. "Good morning, everyone. I hope you're all as excited as I am to start Romeo & Juliet today."

"Yaaaaaay," Krista muttered sarcastically. Then she looked at Carlos and mouthed, "Shoot. Me."

He laughed as he flipped to a clean page in his notebook and took notes on the introduction just as Ms. Showers had instructed them to do.

Really lame ending, I know. Don't kill me. Hopefully you all that subscribed to this story haven't given up on it and see this update. Leave a review and check out my other works. (:

Much love,

Shauna De La Rosa. 3 xx