At lunch Cat made me sit with her and her overly-preppy friends (one of which isn't very fond of me at the moment) instead of going with my plan of sitting at a park alone with my best friend so after I bought my lunch, which consisted of ham and a blue dog soda, we walked to a relatively small lunch table in the middle of the courtyard as I carried my own lunch and hers, which was a small salad and a soda. Does our table have to be in the middle? And be so small? Because I'm literally right against Kat so I'm not against Andre... I mean I'm not complaining. And no offense Andre, but I don't swing that way, and I'm sure that if I did I'd find you very attractive.

"What's your next class, blondie?" Andre asks and I shoot him a glare, his eyebrows furrow in confusion as mine just lower in anger. Everyone's eyes watch the exchange.

"Never, and I mean EVER call me blondie, got it?" He raises his hand to back down and I roll my eyes, taking a gulp of the soda. "Good, because I'm not a nice person, don't ever mistake me to be one... I have Hollywood Makeup with Lesendrenie." With Cat, but I can't add that, it'd be too obvious. No it wouldn't! My smarter side says, It'd just be as best friends!

"Oh! Cat has that class!" Puppet boy says before I could, then makes his puppet say, "No dip, she knows that, she's Cat's room mate." I roll my eyes and refrain from slapping him from across the table.

"Is this normal?" I ask the rest of the table receiving small, slightly annoyed, nods. "Great." New school wacko. "At least he doesn't take his shirt off every two seconds like my friend Gibby did... But then again that was funny in a weird way... This kid is just a spazzo."

"Hey! I'm not a spazz!"

"Oh, you're not?" I ask, indifferently. "How so? You're having a conversation with a puppet." Everyone looks at me like I broke the unspoken rule.

"I am not! He's a person too!" He yells. Okay... Two people that don't particularly like me...

"Oh that one iCarly kid!" Tori nearly yells, quickly might I add just incase I said something else? I nod. Ahhhh... Gibby, I miss that spazz. "He was funny!" I agree and finnish off my food, getting up to throw it away with Cat following closely behind. She grabs my hand and I ignore the urge to grin as she starts pulling me. And three people that don't like me... I'm good.

"Where are we going?" I question and she just turns and smiles at me.

"Our next class silly!" She says as we walk into a classroom.

"Why? We still have like ten minutes!" She smiles and keeps pulling me along... What's her plan?

"Hi, Mr. L!" Cat yells, and even through were in the class she still pulls me along.

"Hi, girls!"

"He's cool." Cat says as she stops running. We're at her makeup table.

"What was that about?"

"Well, I know you wanted to eat lunch with just us, so thank you for trying." I groan, sentimental crap.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever." I mutter as I notice that her hand is still in mine. Do I pull it back to keep up the tough girl act? Or pretend it's not happening? I pull it back, noticing the small disappointed look on my best friend's lips before it's replaced by her normal, over-exaggerated smile. "What's wrong Kitty?" I ask her as I jump onto the edge of the table.

"Nothing! Why would something be wrong?" She mumbles under her, most likely, minty fresh breath.

"Because you looked sad." I say almost at a whisper as I pull her hand into mine and smile slightly at her. "You can tell me Kitty." I say, just as students are starting to enter the classroom, the bell must have rang.

"Nothing... I'm fine Sammy." Fine my ass.

"I'll figure it out." I exclaim.

"There's nothing to figure out!"

"Uh huh, sure there's not." I say, getting off the table as the teacher starts coming around. "So, can I do your makeup Kitty Cat?" I whisper in her ear, lowly and I feel slight shivers running up and down her body which gives me quite a thrill.

"Today's Marilyn Monroe day, so go ahead." I smirk as she sits down and lets her eyes flutter shut. I gently do her makeup like I was bought by my mom and give her a beauty mark above her really red lips, which took every ounce of control in my body not to press mine against. "Are you done yet?" She whispers, and I go towards her ear and whisper back a yes. She opens her eyes and squeals, taking a picture of her and I, grinning at me the entire time. "Your turn!" I groan and sit back against the plush chair. I close my eyes and feel her put foundation al over my face, then the blush, and then I feel her delicate hands do my smokey eye shadow. I can almost see her face, her gently biting her bottom lip and her eyebrows furrowed in concentration. She lightly presses the lipstick to my lips and dots a beauty mark above my top lip.

"Hey, beautiful, can I open my eyes yet?" I don't wait for her to say anything before I do and I smirk a little as I glance at my reflection. She takes another picture. I turn my face towards hers once she's done and I grin at her as I start wiping off my makeup. "Thanks." I say.

"For what?"

"For getting me into this school with your gorgeousness." She giggles happily and I grin at her giddy-ness because I can cause that and it gives me a since of pleasure.