Remember that girl that no one likes, Karma? She's baaaaaaaaack! And in the most horrible, vicious, Karma-like way. And let me tell you, she's a bitch. Ha. Anyways, the chapter starts light with a little contest, but it ends not so nicely. And there is a cute Jommy moment. I know I'm lacking in those, but there will be one so big, you'll love me forever.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue.

"Nic, this isn't going to work if you don't attempt to help," Sadie pointed out as she and Jude dragged Nic down to the beach later that morning. "If you sit there in that tunic all day, you'll never catch Spied's eye."

Nic sighed. "Sadie, Jude, I appreciate the effort, but it's not going to work."

"Spied likes nothing more than beautiful girls in bikinis, and you're his favorite he's ever seen, so shut up and do what we say," Jude demanded. "Take off the dang tunic."

"Why don't you ever just say what you mean?" Nic mumbled, pulling the Victoria's Secret tunic over her head. "I mean, you use the word 'dang' like you don't mean 'damn,' and that's dumb. You're just substituting a word to mean the same thing as another word."

"She's cranky when she's being scorned," Sadie whispered, settling onto her lounge chair. "She needs a drink."

Jude nodded. "Definitely."

Before either of them could get her something from the cooler, the SME boys approached with buckets of beach toys.

"Uhh, the five-year-olds called," Jude stated. "They want their sandcastle stuff back."

"Funny," Wally smirked. "No, we're going to build the greatest sandcastle of all time and make it into the local paper cause every day, they put in the best from the previous day and tomorrow, we're gonna be it."

Nic waved her hand to the area of sand next to her. "Be my guest, please."

"We don't need your approval," Spiederman said coolly.

"Well, it is my beach, so you probably do, but since you're mad at me right now, I'll let that comment slide," she replied politely. "So, boys, back to the original subject, Tommy and I once created a four-story sandcastle, so good luck beating it."

"Are there pictures?" Kyle asked immediately.

Nic smirked. "There are, but let's do it this way: you guys build your castle, then I'll show photos of ours, and the girls can choose the winner."

"What are the terms?" Wally wondered. "We're tough negotiators."

"Let's see," she mused, looking over at Spiederman, who was plotting out their castle. "If ours wins, I get a dinner with him."

Spiederman looked up at this. "No way."

"Deal," Kyle ignored him, holding out his hand. "And if we win, you have to streak down the beach naked, wearing body paint of our names."

"Ha," she laughed. "All right, deal."

"You're crazy," Jude whispered. "They'll spend all day on that thing."

"Oh, one more thing," Nic spoke up. "Tommy and I did it in two hours, so that's how long you have." She winked and went back to her lounge chair much more confidant then she'd been when she'd first come outside.

"Why'd you tell her that I'd go to dinner with her?" Spiederman demanded, digging out sand for the moat. "I don't want that!"

Kyle eyed Wally. "Right. You don't want to make things better with the girl you're completely in love with."

"I am not!" Spiederman denied. "I just got divorced."

"We know," Wally nodded. "And you didn't love Karma, so it's not like you've immediately fallen out of love with one girl and fallen in love with another."

"I don't love Nic," Spiederman mumbled. "End of discussion, so let's just build a kick-ass sandcastle so I can avoid that dinner."

Two hours later, the three girls, who'd gone up to the pool to build suspense, returned with the pictures, ready to see what the boys had created.

"It looks good," Jude noted. "Real good."

Instead of a traditional sandcastle, they'd built a replica of G-Major, complete with a parking lot and roof furnace.

"Damn!" Jude cried. "Look, Nic, I can say what I mean."

"Funny," Nic muttered. "Looks good, boys; a little juvenile, but good."

"We'll be the judges of that," Sadie announced, taking the pictures from Nic's hands. "Jude, join me." She led her sister away from the group.

"We totally win," Wally stated plainly.

Nic looked at their creation again. "You know, you might've, but they'll still pick mine because they don't want to see me naked."

"Ooh, we didn't think of that," Kyle mumbled. "Crap."

After another minute of discussion, the Harrison girls re-joined them.

"After much consideration, we've come to a conclusion," Jude reported. "While both are almost immaculate, the mock-up of G-Major is more creative than the sandcastle, so Nic, even though we don't want to see you naked, they win."

"Yes!" Spiederman cheered, dancing around with his two friends. "No dinner for me!"

"Aww, is this a reunion party for me?" a familiar voice asked from behind them. "That's so sweet. I mean, I know things are bleak between Spiedy and me right now, but this makes things seem brighter."

Spiederman froze. He didn't need to turn around to know Karma had found them.

"Hi, Nic," another voice chimed in. "How are you?"

"Megan," Nic nodded curtly. "What are you two doing here?"

"We were just taking a walk and Karma said she spotted her husband and his friends, so we thought we'd come say hello," Megan explained. "Is your brother around?"

Nic noticed Jude tense up next to her. "No, he's out with Kwest right now and I don't know when they'll be around."

"Oh," Megan said, her stare settling on Jude. "So, we meet."

"I'm Jude," Jude introduced, pretending she knew nothing about what Megan was hinting. "It's nice to meet you. You're Tommy's ex-wife, right?"

Spiederman held up a hand to stop the conversation. "Wait a minute. Karma, I am not your husband."

"I know," Karma said. "It's just that 'ex-husband' sounds so ugly."

"It's supposed to be ugly!" he exclaimed. "We're divorced!"

"Okay, let's not fight," Nic suggested. "We're all friends here." She glanced at Spiederman. "Sort of."

Karma eyed her. "Friends, hmm? That's what you told me last week, but I saw the pictures in Star this week." She smiled. "And also in Us Weekly this morning. It's so sad you couldn't hold onto a relationship for more than a few days."

"There's no relationship," Spiederman said quietly. "There never was."

"You know," Kyle cut in, "this has been really lovely, but the six of us have a bet to fulfill, so if you two ladies don't mind, we should really get going."

Megan glared at Jude for another moment before turning back to Nic. "Please have your brother call me; I miss him."

"Mm-hmm," Nic nodded. "Sure, I'll be right on that."

Wally led everyone back up to the Quincy compound and stopped at the pool. "So, streaking?"

"Uhh, let's forget that for a minute and talk about what just happened," Jude said quickly. "Did I not get the stare down?"

"How about the fact that Karma calls me her husband still?!" Spiederman added. "She's clinically insane!"

"I don't even know the woman and she hates me!" Jude cried. "What is that?"

"We're divorced!" Spiederman yelled. "Our lawyers sealed the deal and it's over!"

Nic sat down next to Kyle on the deck of her house. "He still loves her, doesn't he?"

"It's hard to still love someone you never loved in the first place," Kyle replied. "I mean, yeah, they were technically married for two years, but they haven't been together since December and it's been rocky. I mean, he never planned on marrying her; it was a botched publicity stunt."

"No kidding?" Nic said in disbelief. "How'd that happen?"

Wally sat down on the other side of her. "Do you know of Paegan Smith?"

"Sure, the musician," she confirmed. "What about him?"

"He's a freak," Kyle explained. "A musical genius, but a freak. Anyways, he told Karma he'd 'marry' her and Spied to get her back into the limelight cause she was disappearing in Jude and Mason's shadows, and she got Spied to agree. What Paegan failed to mention was that he's actually ordained and they were legally married. Now, Spied's parents had an ugly divorce when we were kids, so he hates all that stuff and he refused to divorce her or have it annulled. It wasn't until she cheated on him with the cameraman on the set of their TV show that he knew he had to leave her."

"So, not only is she manipulative, but she's also a bitch," Nic noted. "Good to know."

Kyle laughed. "Yeah, that's one way of putting it."

"I cannot believe they're here!" Jude murmured. "I'll kill that Chris guy for bringing them here."

Spiederman stopped. "Chris." He turned to Nic. "You've spent time with him. Where is he?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "We met up at a diner and never talked about his living conditions for while he's here."

"Then get him on the damn phone and take us to him!" he demanded. "His ass is grass."

Nic stood up. "No."

"Excuse me?" he said. He was taken back, considering he figured she'd do whatever he asked at this point. "You mean you won't help us kill him?"

"Chris is my problem," she reminded them all. "For starters, it would be too suspicious if I call him to meet up, especially since those two probably told him they found you. And secondly, I need to deal with him on my own. Tommy got rid of him for me the first time and it's my turn, once and for all."

"You guys make him sound like some serial killer," Sadie spoke up. "He's just a guy."

"Ex-husbands are never just 'guys,' Sadie," Nic shook her head. "They become your worst enemies."

Jude sighed. "So, now what?"

"Now, we just sit around and wait for Cerberus to attack," Nic reported.

"Who?" Wally wanted to know.

Nic smirked. "Cerberus, the hound of Hades. Umm, you know Fluffy, in the first Harry Potter movie? It's like that, but mythological."

"She went to McGill," Jude added, as if that explained why Nic knew so much.

"Geek!" Kyle fake sneezed.

"Yes, going to college is so geeky," Nic responded dryly. "How dare I?"

"Moving on," Spiederman interrupted loudly, "I'm not going to wait around forever to get this guy, Nic, so he better hurry or I'll find him without your help."

Soon after, the group dispersed and only Jude remained outside, sitting on the deck, people-watching the beach out in front of her.

"Having fun?" Tommy wondered, taking a seat next to her. "Nic said you got to meet Megan today."

Jude nodded. "I did. And let me tell you, she is a peach, really."

"Yeah, that's how many would describe her," he laughed. "I'm really sorry about that, Jude."

"Well, she has reason to hate me, apparently," Jude shrugged. "I mean, you did let go a Freudian Slip while in bed with her."

He chuckled. "Good point. So, what did you think of her?"

"I think Nic was right," she answered. "It was almost like looking in a mirror."

He made a face. "Yeah, that's what first got my attention."

"Are you sure it wasn't her dazzling personality?" she joked.

"Well, that and the fact that her clothes always matched and I wasn't used to seeing that after working with you for so long," he teased back. "You'd wear purple shirts, jeans, and green shoes; it was always a catastrophe."

"And the fact that it bothers you is a little weird," she grinned. "Of course, you spent more money on clothes than I did on guitars."

He sighed. "Presentation is key, Harrison."

"Seems as though Megan followed that rule," she noted. "She was on the beach and looked perfect."

"Trust me, she's not perfect," he assured her. "She's demanding and controlling and a little bit psychotic."

Jude didn't say anything. "Do you think you'll ever get married again? For real, this time?"

"I hope so," he whispered, looking at her. "I just have to get the right girl to agree."

"Yeah," she breathed. "One day, who knows? She just might."

Nic sat in the living room of her house, reading The Great Gatsby, listening as Spiederman skateboarded outside in the two driveways.

"Speidy, can we talk?" she heard Karma ask, climbing out of a car. "I'm not here to fight."

Spiederman kicked up his skateboard and sighed. "What do you want, Katherine?"

"You never call me that," she pointed out as he used her real first name.

"Cause you didn't like it and I didn't want to upset you," he told her. "Now, I just don't care anymore."

"I didn't come here to ruin your life," she explained. "That Chris guy just called and said Nic was using you and I didn't want to see that happening."

"Please!" he cried. "You used me, Karma! You tricked me into the worst mistake of my life and then cheated on me."

Nic watched out the window as Karma began to cry. "Come on, Vin. I'm apologizing here and you won't even take two minutes to listen."

"I'm listening," he said quickly. "Just start talking."

"I know you don't want to hear this again, cause you don't care, but I am sorry for everything that's happened," she began. "And I obviously can't take it back, but I hate that I did it and I hope someday you can forgive me for it."

He looked at his ex-wife. "Forgiveness, someday, I can do, but I won't forget it."

"I didn't think so," she mumbled sadly. "I am sorry."

"I know," he said, pulling her into a hug. "It just takes time."

Nic scoffed, pushing the curtains aside to get a better view.

Karma saw this and took the opportunity to kiss Spiederman in plain sight. Nic felt her heart drop to her stomach.

"What are you doing?!" Spiederman yelled, pushing her away from him.

"We had an audience and I always put on a show," Karma answered, nodding up at the window, where Nic was still standing.

He paled. "You're a bitch, Katherine."

"Katherine's not a bitch," his ex smirked. "Karma's a bitch."