A/N

I'm back! I can't believe I've updated like four chapters, but I'm bored, so yeah.

Enjoy!

"El. Why didn't you tell us?!" Damien, the twins, Marina, Adam and Drake run up to me.

"Uh, what?" They wave their phones at me. I read the nearest one. 'Hey guys, did you know that Ella told me last night that she's obsessed with me? Yeah.'

"I will kill that bastard," I seeth.

"So...is it true?" Damien asks.

"NO!" I roar, making heads turn toward me. "I mean, no. I am not, he just made that up last night!"

"What were you doing last night?" Matt jumps his eyebrows.

"I was in the bloody hospital...taking Hogwarts house quizzes..." I mutter.

"Well, that's true. I'm a Huffindor! Wait, no, Gryffinpuff!" Drake exclaims.

"Ew, why are you happy to be in Hufflepuff?" Damien asks, scrunching his nose.

"Says the Draco Malfoy lookalike," I mutter.

"What was that? Do I?" Damien asks, touching his hair.

"Yeah, man. Grow out your hair, and bam! The Slytherin prince is reborn," David agrees.

"Cool! Draco gets, like, all the girls! Or, all the hot ones. I'm growing my hair out."

"If you combed in over, or back, you could pull it off," I supply.

"Yes!" Draco, sorry, Damien, pulls out a bottle of hair gel from his pocket. "Finally my sister forcing me to have this pays off!" He slicks a bit of it on his hair, then runs his hands over it.

"Here, lemme do it," I say, slicking his hair back.

"If you wanted to touch my hair, you coulda just asked," he winks. I scowl.

"I like Nolan, remember?" I say sourly. Matt yells in triumph. I give him a weird look.

"I wanted to see Damien with Draco hair, so I got it on tape! Oh, this is gold..." he trails off. I finish with Damien's hair, then glare.

"Delete it. Now," I demand. Matt shakes his head, and dances away from me.

"Sending it to Nolan now...sent!" He grins. A few girls walk past.

"Oh my gosh, is that Draco Malfoy?"

"Draco Malfoy doesn't exist..."

"But Tom Felton does." Damien grins.

"Yes! This is awesome!" I roll my eyes.

"Hey, everybody! Wanna see a video?" Matt yells, grinning.

"Oh no you bloody don't-" I throw myself at him, tackling him and snatching his phone. It has a password, dammit!

"Hey Matttt...what's your password?"

"Uh uh uh. Not gonna work this time," he shakes his head. I swear. I look down at my phone, which is now ringing. Nolan.

"DAMMIT, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU CALLING?!" I scream at the phone, then answer it.

"I heard the video," I can feel his smirk through the phone.

"So did I. You know its not true," I say. Damien catches on first.

"IT IS SO! SHE DOESNT WANT TO CONFESS HER UNDYING LOVE!"

"Shut it, Malfoy," I tell him.

"Yeah, I know its true, Els. Don't worry," Nolan assures me.

"Good. Well-wait! F you," I glare at my phone.

"I knew you wanted to-"

"When I get back to the hospital, I am gonna get Nurse O'Connell to bring you in.." I trail off, leaving the threat hanging. He hangs up.

"Wimp," I mutter. Malfoy glances at me.

"First fight, eh?" I walk away from him.

"I know how you feel. Wait, used to feel," I mumble to Drake.

"It's annoying, huh?"

"Hell yes," I sigh.

I shift in my seat beside Myra and John. Damien keeps throwing paper balls at me. I turn around and stick out my tongue. He does it back. I make a face. He makes an even more ludicrous one. I open one of the paper balls. Can I come with you to visit your boyfriend? Or do you want to be alone? I scribble a sarcastic reply. Oh, no, the more the merrier. May as well make it a threesome. When he reads it, he looks up and nods eagerly. I shake my head, smiling.

"Miss Ra, Mr Malfoy-Tolton. Mr Tolton. Detention!" Mr Rey sings. I snicker. So do the rest of the class.

"All of you. Detention." That shuts us up.

"Bloody Malfoy. Always getting everyone into detention," Myra mumbles.

"So..." Damien bounces a paper ball off the wall. The rest of the class glares at him.

"Hey, don't look at me! Its her fault for bringing up her boyfriend!"

"Bloody hell, I don't have a boyfriend, and you were the one to bring him up!" I say. Damien raises his eyebrows.

"Well, this video-" his finger hovers above the button.

"Don't. Don't even think-" he presses the button.

"NOOO!" I scream, blocking out the sound, and lunge for it. I grab it, and delete the video.

"Ha!"

"He still has it, you know. Matt sent it to pretty much everyone. Well, all his friends, anyway," he explains. Myra digs out her phone.

"Ooh, I got it! What is it?"

"Don't you dare play it now, or-" she hits the play button. My voice rings out (you can hear the sour sarcasm, thankfully) across the room.

"Ella, do you have a confession to make?"

"Can you not hear the sarcasm? Its not actually true," I say.

"Oh, the romance! The girl of the hero's dreams falls off a roof, and he jumps after her, nearly dying in the process, and the girl confesses she loves him!" a random girl gushes. I look at her.

"A, I never confessed zip. B, who even are you? And I don't mean that rudely," I add.

"Diane MacCarthy," she answers cheerfully.

"That would be too cliché for my taste," I say warily.

"That's how it all starts!" Diane squeaks.

"Hmm."

"So..." Damien says again.

"Oh shut up, Draco," I mumble.

"Attention all students! School is finishing early today due to it being the last day! Have a good holidays!" A voice calls on the speaker.

"You may go," the teacher comes in and dismisses us.

"Woo!" Damien screams. I grin. Two weeks off school. Great. I rush out the doors, cheering with everyone else. Then head to the hospital for another test. Sigh.

"Do you remember anything?"

"Nope," I reply, popping the p. Dr Haol looks troubled.

"Well, you may go now. See you in two weeks."

"Yeah. Bye!"

"ELLA RA! GET YOUR BUTT UP AND CHANGED RIGHT NOW!" I open my eyes, alarmed, and see Myra yelling at me.

"What? Why?"

"Well, there's this dance coming up, and the others have forced me to go, so you're going too!" she explains. I groan.

"Come on, Ella. We're going as well," Marina says. Marina?! And I see Maren standing behind her.

"We brought Maggie too, so we could introduce you," Myra tells me.

"Hey, I'm Ella," I smile.

"Well, they already told you my name, so..." Maggie trails off. Huh. She seems pretty cool.

"Well, lets go!" Myra shouts. We pile into her car (after I get changed) and drive off to the mall. Maren looks around.

"Uhm...where's the nearest dress shop?"

"Over...there?"

"I think so."

"Let's try that." As you can tell, we aren't very experienced at this. We walk into the shop. Myra holds up a black dress and hands it to Maren.

"Try it on, you might like it," she monotones. Maren looks different. Something about her...

"OH MY GOD, YOU DYED YOUR HAIR!" I shout. The clerk sends me a stern look. Maren's hair is now blonde.

"It looks...good," I say in a quieter voice.

"Thanks. Now, you four need dresses before I try this one." We end up going to the changing rooms with four things each. I'll skip through the boring details, but the only one who purchased something was me. Shocker. It was a cream-gold colour with sequins. I don't know anything else about how to describe dresses, but it had sleeves. Straps. Yeah.

"Well, let's try...that place!" Myra says, pointing to a bright red sign. I shrug and follow her.

"Okay, I don't know about dresses, but this is awesome," she holds up a red, black and yellow dress. When she comes out, Marina nods.

"No buts. That's it." Its mainly black, but with one white, one red, and one yellow stripe. Its sort of tight around her torso, then loosens out a bit. It comes together at her neck, with thin black straps around her neck.

"Thank God that's over with," she mumbles, then freezes.

"Maggie," she hisses, then points to a dress conspiratorially. It's white, sleeveless, and has Aztec-y patterns on it. We bag it.

"So, just you and me, Marina," Maren says.

"Yeah. I guess we just grab random stuff and try it on?"

"You betcha." Was her reply. Maren goes first. She comes out in many...showy, lets say, dresses. She glares at us, before going back in. Finally, she comes out in a black and grey dress. It's loose, sleeveless, with a high neckline. A chord is tied around the middle, and the rest of the dress falls to just above her knees. Not too girly, not too casual. It's perfect for Maren. And, hey, I'm getting this describing thing down!

"I'm still wearing bike shorts underneath," she grumbles. Next is Marina. At first she comes out in a neon orange dress which isn't very, uh, modest.

"Who chose this?" she exclaims. I raise a feeble hand.

"Well, its pretty funny," I say. She just shakes her head at me. Next, she's wearing a white dress with puffy sleeves, and a massive ruffled skirt. I laugh out loud at that one.

"Oh, my God, that's hilarious," I gasp. I can hear her sifting through the remaining ones, and pick one out. She has on a pale blue dress with intricate black beading on the top part, in the shape of birds. It's strapless, but not too showy. The skirt bit has roses and vine patterns sewn into it. There's a thin, see-through white layer on top of that.

"Marina," Maggie says seriously. "If you don't buy that, I will personally make sure you don't live to try on another dress."

"I actually like this one," Marina says, nodding.

"Cool! We're done! Lets go get some chow," Myra exclaims, jumping out of her seat. I swear, sometimes she reminds me so much of Drake. We stride into the food court. Myra looks like the battery from that ad. The one where he plays table tennis with himself? That one.

"She could be Drake's freaking twin," I mumble. Marina hears.

"You can say that again." The rest of us just get Macca's. We sit down at a table, and put down our bags. Maren flexes her arms.

"Jeez, my arms are sore. Never again am I doing that," she groans, and takes a bite into her chicken McBacon something burger. Then Myra comes along. She's hefting a tray with a huge burger, a large plate of butter chicken, rice, and naan, and a massive milkshake.

"Woah, girl, that's...a lot of food," Maren eyes it warily.

"Yeah, well, I'm a growing girl. Teenagers gotta eat!" she says, digging into her burger.

"How is she so skinny?" I whisper to Maggie.

"No idea," she whispers back.

"Yo, you look like you over-ordered. Can I help you finish that?" A guy sits himself down at our table. We all give him weird looks. Myra is protectively hugging her tray.

"Who the hell are you and why do you want to steal my food?" she asks possessively. I stifle a snort.

"So, uh, I was dared to come sit with you guys for a while, so...here I am. Yay," he adds awkwardly.

"Well, anyway, I heard that, Ella, and have you seen these abs?" Myra lifts up her shirt a bit, and sure enough, she has a four pack.

"Strength needs fuel," she says seriously.

"Woah. How does a girl have better abs than me?" the guy says, shocked. Myra grins.

"Because you are a lazy butthole, yah?" she replies in a German accent.

"Well, I cant argue on that..."

"So, you came over, you gonna leave now?" Maren asks.

"Nope. I'm good. I might just come with you guys," he says, lacing his hands behind his head. Myra slurps loudly from her milkshake. We all turn to her.

"You've already finished it?!" I exclaim. She grins sheepishly.

"Yeah. Hey, its vanilla! Vanilla's good," she defends.

"Sure," I mumble.

"So, what brings you five to the mall this fine," he glances out the window to the rainy sky. "Uh, miserable, day."

"Dress shopping for the dumb dance," Myra grumbles.

"It's ridiculous, we cant wear jeans and hoodies," Maggie says.

"Okay, anti-shoppers? What, do you-" My phone rings. I look at the caller and scowl.

"Honestly..." I answer. "What the hell do you want now?"

"That's no way to talk to your beloved, El," Nolan tsks.

"You're not my beloved, you idiot," I retort.

"Ooh, its Nolan!" Myra crows. I flip her off.

"How do you know?" the guy asks, curious.

"Cause they have this thing, I dunno. No one does, really," she explains.

"We do not have a thing!"

"What about this, huh?" Myra plays the video Matt recorded. I glare.

"It was sarcasm!"

"Sure."

"You can go to Slytherin," I mutter.

"Hey, that's cool, Slytherin's awesome," she says. I gape.

"That's what he said!" I exclaim.

"I believe that it's 'that's what she said'," random guy puts in.

"No, Nolan said that."

"All the houses are cool," Maggie says.

"Hufflepuff!" Myra mutters under her breath.

"Well, interesting as this has been, I'm gonna go," the guy stands up.

"See ya," Myra says.

"I'm Peyton, by the way. Later," Peyton walks off.

"Well, that was weird," Marina notes.

"Yeahhhh. So, you guys wanna come round to my place later on?" Maren asks.

"Yeah, sure," I reply.

"Make it a sleepover. I'll bring food," Myra puts in.

"Okay. See you guys then, I guess."

"See you."

Sorry about the language, even though there wasn't that much. It was still there, so it still counts!