First off, special thanks goes out to the reviewers:

Hazen1890: don't worry, they're not going to be gay! But the girls won't know that until a long time after.

Shylae: glad you like it:D I'll keep updating as long as you keep reviewing;)

Fariy Lights: well, you got your wish. Here's, the next chapter, but the next one might not be up until a week or so.

Crashnburn: I'm happy I sparked your interest. Thanks for the support:D

ChocoChips: HEHE, the whole gay thing doesn't start till next chapter. Trust me…it will be disturbing, so stay tuned for that!Thanks for the review:D

No more interruptions: chapter two is here. This allows you to get a feel for how the relationship sort of is between the main girls…and the guys…ENJOY!

martini—shaken, not stirred
Dedicated to James Bond—and his preferred drink—which is who our girls will be imitating in this chapter. A huge amount of stealth will be needed for both girls to accomplish their task.

"Hurry up, fat ass," Anna shrieked into her cell phone in a low, whispered tone. With Lucy's newfound curiosity, she was starting to feel what it was like to be the chicken shit of the two. She was actually surprised she was taking this revenge plan so seriously, but she didn't exactly mind. It was kind of fun bonding with Lucy this way…

"Just because you decided to wear ass floss today does not mean you have to act so harshly towards certain people," Lucy replied absentmindedly as she flipped through pages of a binder. She was currently in Tyler and Reid's dorm room, snooping around for anything suspicious, while Anna was assuming watch guard duty at the front of the dormitory building. Tyler and Reid had gone out with Carmen and Paige, so their dorm was free. Getting in wasn't nearly as hard as it was stealing Reid's key. But, they managed to do it, made a copy, and threw the original in Reid's bag. The guy was dense sometimes...

"If Reid and Tyler come and you're still up in that fucking room, I swear I will-"

"This is messed up," Lucy stated as she stared down at the papers before her.

"Hm? What's up? What did you find?"

"Reid's about as dumb as a fucking post and yet on paper they're practically calling him a genius. This essay… it's incredible."

"Not seeing the point here. So what? Reid puts up a front and hides who he really is. A typical bad boy story. What's new?"

"While that seems perfectly logical, I happen to know for a fact that Reid is about as dumb as he looks…"

"…which would be implying that he's a fucking dumbass."

"Precisely," Lucy nodded her head, unaware of the fact that Anna couldn't see her.

"Whatevs, Loose. It doesn't matter. Guys over here cheat all the time: tests, essays, girls; it's all the same game."

"I guess…" Lucy shrugged. "It's just strange. His tests aren't- HEY, this is my English essay, that bastard! I've been looking for this everywhere."

"Okay, did you find anything useful yet?" Anna inquired exasperatedly, combing her hair with her fingers.

Scanning the desk, Lucy found a stack of condoms and a lot of wrappers from said condoms. She grimaced, "Just the usual sex utensils."

"Damn it," Anna cursed, turning around to walk back into the dormitory building. "Lucy, get out right now. They're coming inside the building."

"Gotcha," Lucy replied, standing up to put the binder back. Coincidentally, she happened to trip over a patch of clothes, effectively dropping the binder and all the sheets onto the floor. "Oh crap!"

"Huh? What is it? Please tell me you didn't break anything."

"I didn't… I just spilled all the papers on the floor…"

"Fucking shit, Lucy. Gawd! Why did I get stuck with watch-guard duty when you're obviously physically incapable of not being a complete klutz?"

"One of life's greatest mysteries," Lucy muttered back as she shoved all the sheets into the binder. It wasn't as if it was neat to begin with…Garwin wouldn't notice. He didn't even notice his key was gone for almost a week.

"Get a move on, Abbot. They're already making their way up!" Anna informed her as she slyly followed the boys upstairs. If Lucy somehow screwed it up, she'd have to create a diversion.

"Okay, okay, I'm out," Lucy assured her as she flipped her cell phone off. She was about to open the door when she felt the inside of her pocket. She froze. She couldn't feel the spare key anymore. "Oh shit…"

She could have easily locked the door from the inside… but that key was attached to her key chain which had all her keys: the key to her car, the key to her dorm, and the key to her safe. She cursed to herself as she raced around the room trying to find the godforsaken thing. Suddenly, the familiar musical notes of the Fraggle Rock theme song interrupted her concentration, and she quickly answered her cell phone, silently cursing Anna for changing her ring tone.

"What?" Lucy barked as she rummaged through everything.

"Lucy, why are you still at the library?" Anna exclaimed into the phone.

"Anna, what the fuck are you talking about? I'm here in their room, remember? Please tell me you're keeping watch," Lucy cried out in a hushed tone. She smiled victoriously as she found her key camouflaged in a pile of clothes.

"Oh Lucy, you're so funny," Anna laughed nervously. "I'm with Tyler and Reid and THEY'RE ENTERING THEIR ROOM RIGHT NOW. Yep, ENTERING THEIR ROOM RIGHT NOW."

"I think the whole world heard you, Daniels. No need to say it again," a familiar voice commented. Tyler Simms.

"As if you could sound anymore like a fucking…." Definitely Reid.

The rest was mumbled speech, but Lucy didn't even care what they were talking about. Fuck! She panicked. She could hear them right outside the door. She quickly turned off her phone, frantically looking for a good hiding spot.

"So LUCY, YOU SHOULD REALLY LOOK INTO YOUR CLOSET WHEN YOU GET IN THE DORM. You MIGHT FIND A REALLY NICE TOP," Anna said rather loudly into her cell phone, manipulating the boys into thinking Lucy was still on the other line…and not in their room. She also hoped her friend would get the hint and hide in an inconspicuous spot—like the closet, perhaps.

"WHY ARE YOU TALKING SO FUCKING LOUD?" Reid mimicked in the same tone as Anna. "I'm leaving this crack pit. Meet me in the car, Simms."

Tyler laughed at his friend's random outburst just as he opened the room. "I don't understand why you need the notes now. Our presentation's not for another week and it's a Friday. If anything, you made it clear that you didn't want anything to do with the project and me."

"Well, I had a change of heart, Simms. Don't get your thong in a knot," Anna retorted, as she looked inquisitively around the room. Normally, she would have pointed out the fact that he was putting the blame of their fight all on her, but she was obviously distracted by her missing friend. Where the hell was Lucy? She turned around only to face Tyler square in the face.

"Looking for something?" he asked, somewhat amused.

Anna chuckled anxiously, her gaze shifting to the floor, where she found Lucy peeking innocently from under the bed with a tumultuous amount of clothes engulfing her.

Save me, Lucy mouthed out to Anna, grimacing at the messy pile of filth. Anna couldn't help but laugh (inwardly, of course). Her friend was in a hilarious predicament if you really thought about it.

"Yes, I was. I was looking for your balls because Carmen's effectively taken them from you," Anna quickly covered as she lounged on a chair. "Seriously, Simms, you're growing soft."

"Just take the papers and leave," Tyler rolled his eyes, handing her the booklet. "I don't have time to deal with your bullshit."

Anna paused for a moment as she gazed intently at the notes, her eyes flickering to a traumatized Lucy from time to time. She signalled for Lucy to shove her head back into the bed and she finally stood up, staring Tyler in the face, "Not bad, Simms. I'll just fix up the citation, do my part and hand it in for the extra ten percent."

Tyler nodded, somewhat surprised by Anna's sudden rationality. "Uh, sure."

"I'll see you later," she nodded, as she walked over to the door.

What the fuck? Lucy mouthed to her friend, obviously frightened. So frightened and enraged that she happened to kick something at the bottom of the bed.

"Wait, did you hear that?" Tyler inquired, turning around to Reid's bed. He walked over, hunching over to get a good look under the bed.

Anna froze, mentally cursing Lucy for being such a pansy-ass, clueless imbecile. In an instant, she took a step forward and purposefully—not to mention, dramatically—fell on the floor. She writhed in pain, "Ouch! Goddamnit, what did I step on?"

Tyler didn't know whether to laugh or help her up, but being the boy he was, he did both. He chuckled under his breath, as he retreated from his spot by the bed, offering a hand to her. She took it, allowing him to touch her hand until she screamed in pain…deafening not only him, but Lucy as well.

"Ah," she yelled, retracting her arm as if to create the illusion that she was really injured. "I think I sprained my wrist."

For once, Tyler looked slightly concerned. However, his annoyance was evidently dominant over his concern. "Let me take a look," he commanded, crouching down on the floor beside her.

'Somebody give this broad a fucking Oscar,' Lucy thought to herself with astonishment. She couldn't really see anything from Reid's disgustingly awful bed, but from the sound of things, her friend was good. Even if the performance was too dramatic for her taste, she couldn't complain. Anna was making a fool out of herself just for her.

"I don't seen anything major…" Tyler sighed, raking his fingers through his brunette locks, "…but I'll take you to the nurse's."

"Say what?" Anna inquired. She thought she was going to have to force the boy to bring her, but he actually offered. Not bad. She must have been convincing. "I mean, thanks. We should hurry. Garwin's going be pissed..."

"I know the feeling," Tyler muttered to himself, walking towards the door. Like a gentleman, he opened it for her, "C'mon, let's go…You goin' to Jonathan's party?"

The door shut.

Lucy blew out a sigh of relief. That was way too close.

SNAP, CRACKLE, POP! With that said, a review would be appreciated if you want a next chapter. I'm thinking the gay scenario gets blown out of proportion for the next one. In fact, I even have a chapter title in mind:

Chapter 3: a slow and comfortable screw.

Should be fun, so leave some love!

CHEERS!

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