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We commence with chapter 6.

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"Then what happened?" Grace eagerly asked me as we headed to the cafeteria.

"I told him the deal was sealed. We shook hands on it." I said.

It was originally PE then. But Grace and I decided to skip it and meet her friends in the cafeteria to discuss the situation.

One more thing we had in common; we hated sports.

"I still can't believe you struck a hard deal with Patrick Jane." She shook her head in disbelief.

"Well someone had to make him realize what a loser he was."

We both laughed at that.

As we entered the cafeteria, I made a quick survey. The brown benches were mostly empty, with only a handful of student scattered here and there. The walls were orange and the floor was chestnut brown. There was a counter with a woman sitting behind it in the left corner. On the right corner was a table with many open trays resting on it. They were overflowing with food. A clock on the wall told me that it was 10 am.

I saw the two girls Grace was approaching with me. They were chatting with each other, moving their hands as they spoke. One was black haired with peachy skin and an oval-ish face. Her waist long hair was in a French braid. Her frame was small but elegantly curved. An orange bag was slung on one shoulder of hers. She was a wearing half sleeved purple t-shirt with white polka dots. She also wore pale blue jeans. On her feet were white glitter flats. She didn't have any makeup on, but she was seriously beautiful. Simple, but beautiful.

Her companion was the complete opposite of her. She was knockout gorgeous. Her long brown hair was tied into a bun. A hot pink backpack was slung on her shoulders. Her face looked regal, with rigid jawlines; unlike the roundish face of her companion. She was copper skinned and freckled. She was wearing a tight yellow tank top and a billowy knee length yellow skirt with pink rose prints on in. She was wearing pink heels.

As soon as they saw Grace they waved at her, smiling. "Hey, Grace." They greeted her together.

"Hi, Michelle." She replied. "Hey, Kim."

"Who's this?" The brown haired girl asked; the one Grace had addressed as Kim.

"This is Teresa Lisbon." said Grace, motioning her hands towards me. "Today's her first day."

Michelle looked me over and glanced at me, curious. "I'm surprised she's still standing." she told Kim. "Haven't the girls killed you yet?" she asked me.

Grace giggled and I smiled. I was already starting to like Grace's friends.

"Thankfully, not yet." I told her. "But judging by the murderous glares they gave me in Chem, I don't think I'll be standing anytime soon."

They chuckled together. They turned their attention towards Grace, why smiled so widely it looked like she was hyper and crazy at the same time.

"Geez, Grace." said Kim. "You look like a freaking madman right now. What's up?"

"Something happened with Teresa today." She said excitedly. I cringed. Here we go, then.

"And it involves Patrick Jane." she concluded.

"What?" Kim gasped.

Michelle was more collected and calm. "I saw this one coming. I'm not surprised."

"Well, did you tell her about him?" Kim demanded to Grace.

"She didn't need to." I said. "I knew what he was from first impressions."

"Well, you won't believe what happened." said Grace. She started narrating the story.

After a minute or two, Kim and Michelle were frozen still, looking shocked.

"Yeah that was my reaction too." Grace confessed.

"Well, here goes another one into his trap." muttered Michelle.

"Well, I won't be one of those idiots." I said stubbornly.

"That's what I told him. It didn't work out well." said Kim, blushing.

I gasped in surprise. "You..."

"Yeah," she said, blushing harder.

"It's none of my business, but please don't tell me you've gotten past second base." I said, shocked.

Kim face was red with embarrassment.

I squirmed uncomfortably. "O-kay, this just got awkward." I said.

"Yeah, it did." said Kim.

"Michelle has a reputation over here, though." said Grace. "She was one of the few who could resist him."

"Seriously?" I asked her sarcastically.

Michelle seemed to get my joke, because she smiled. "Yeah,"

"Well, she could resist." I glared at Kim and Grace, daring them to say I couldn't.

They looked embarrassed. "I'm not saying you can't resist." Kim backpedaled. "I'm just it'll be hard not to give in."

"She's right, you know." said Grace.

I raised my eyebrows. "This, coming from you? Patrick said something about not being able to properly" I rolled my eyes, "befriend you."

She blushed. "Yeah, I didn't let him completely get to me, but that doesn't mean we didn't do anything."

I exhaled in exasperation.

"Well, I've dealt with sons of bitches like him in the past." I said.

"We can see that." Michelle pointed out.

I smiled. "And I'll gladly do it again just to show him what a big loser he is."

"She's right." said Michelle.. "Who says he gonna win everyone over? It'll be nice to see him lose for a change. I miss the expression on his face when he lost to me." she snickered.

I grinned. I'd like to see that expression. "Well, there you go." I said triumphantly.

"I bet a hundred bucks she'll lose." said Kim.

"I bet fifty." offered Grace.

Kim frowned at her friend. "Come on, don't be so cheap."

Grace sighed. "Okay, hundred it is."

"Well, me and Teresa each bet hundred that she'll win." said Michelle, winking at me.

"Done," Kim and Grace chorused together.

"Prepare to lose." mocked Michelle. "This one has a very strong spirit."

"And I'm proud of it," I sang.

"We'll see." snapped Kim, even though there was a little uncertainty in her eyes.

"We should go to the gym." said Grace in disgust. "Even though I'll hate every second of it, I wouldn't want an F in PE."

We all laughed together as we made our way upstairs to the third floor for the gym.