I just had finished blow drying my hair when I heard a knock.

"Uh, hi Sinead," I said as I opened the door.

"Hey, Amy," She returned the greeting. "Listen, come to Natalie's room in ten. Got it? Oh, don't tell anyone either. Kay? See you in a bit!" She said in one breath, and before I got time to answer, she closed the door and left.

I looked down at what I was wearing. I knew that Natalie would never approve. I grabbed a flowy green tank, some dark jeans, and some black heels. I slipped them on and applied some mascara. Not a lot, but enough to bring out my eye color. This would do.

I opened the door and looked around the hallway. The coast was clear, so I slipped outside and walked to Natalie's room. Before I was able to knock, the door swung open to reveal the Holt twins.

"Amy, you look really good!" Reagan squealed.

I smiled. "Thanks, Reagan. It's a new look." I noticed that Sinead, Madison, Reagan, and Natalie were in the room.

"Well, I like the improvement." Natalie said.

"Really?" That's probably the biggest compliment I've ever gotten in my life. And that's coming for Natalie Kabra.

"Yea! It's cute!" Sinead agreed.

"Well, aw shucks," I said and everyone laughed.

"Okay, so I found the best color to go with your top." Sinead said and led me over to the table.

"Color?" I asked.

"Nail polish, of course!" Natalie said in a "duh" tone.

"Um, alright?" I put my hand out for Sinead.

I had to admit. This was probably like the popular girl parties at school were like. Of course, I hadn't been invited, but that never bothered me.

"Hey, do you guys have any snacks?" Madison asked.

"Yea," Natalie got out a bowl of chips.

"Nice," The Holt twins said at the same time. They looked each other and slapped a high-five.

"We all have brothers right?" Sinead said, while painting my nails. We nodded. "So we must have some embarrassing stories about them." She grinned. So this is what girls did at parties. Gossip, painting nails, eat, and more gossip.

"Now this could be interesting." I said.

"Okay, Reagan, you first," Sinead told her.

Reagan thought about it for a second then she smiled to herself. "Well, there was this one time when Maddy and I mixed Hamilton's football gear with reds in the laundry. It turned all his jerseys pink! And it was the day that colleges came to examine the players. It was really, really, funny. Well, until he almost killed us." We laughed at their prank.

"Good, really good, for a Tomas. Anyways, Natalie, you're a Lucian. You must have quite a few about Ian." Sinead assumed.

"Yes, I do. Now where should I start? Oh! I got one." She grinned. "Alright, I was ten and he was thirteen. He just ruined my new dress so I was really mad at him, right? So, I took all of his clothes and hid them in my closet. He walked into the room in his teddy bear boxers the next morning and I already had a camera ready. So I took a few pictures and I used them for blackmail ever since." Natalie finished and we cracked up.

"Do you still have the pictures?" Reagan asked.

"Um, duh!" She pulled out a bag from under the bed and searched through it. "Here," She held up the photos. We each grabbed one.

In my picture, Ian was fuming and trying to grab the camera from Natalie. I couldn't help but notice how muscular he was, even four years ago. I bit a blush and I felt someone tap my shoulder. I looked up at Madison.

"Look at this one." She instructed, and we traded pictures. I laughed. In this one, Ian was pouting in the corner with his arms crossed over his chest. Suddenly, a knock on our door silenced everyone.

"Natalie, open this door right now!" The boy we were just laughing at stood outside the door demanding to get in.

"Bloody hell, everyone get in the closet!" Natalie whispered, picking up the pictures.

"One second!" She called, and we scurried into the closet.

"No, not one second, right now!" He commanded and we closed the closet door. I was smashed against Reagan and Sinead.

"Where are they, Natalie?" Ian asked.

"Who?" So Natalie was playing dumb.

"You know- hey what's this?" It was silent for a moment. "Are these the pictures?"

Madison couldn't help but laugh and Sinead face palmed. Our cover was blown. The door sprung open to reveal an angry Ian Kabra and the rest of the boys, well except Alistair.

"Oh come on, Ian! You ruined our fun!" Natalie whined.

"Did you show them the pictures?" He asked, and I saw Jonah pick one up. "Don't look at it." Ian snapped, but Jonah was unfazed.

"Uh, yes?" She admitted, and Ian turned red with either embarrassment or anger.

I'm not sure which one, maybe it was both. Before he could say something Natalie began to push him out the door. We joined in a pushed the rest of the boys out and closed the door. High-fives were passed around as the guys cursed outside the door. We heard footsteps as they walked down the hallway.

"You know they're not really gone, right?" Natalie whispered to us.

"Since they're spying on us, they need to suffer." Sinead said.

"And I have just the idea," Natalie motioned for me to come over to her.

"Repeat this once I give you the signal." She whispered in my ear, and I nodded. "Well, there is this really cute guy at my school named Brian. I like him a lot."

"I am-I'm not saying that!" I dropped my voice.

"Please, I'm sure it will get a reaction." She insisted.

"Fine," I pouted, and Natalie told the others the plan.

"So Amy," Natalie began. "Got a crush?"

"W-well, there is this really cute guy at my school named Brian. I like h-him a lot." I said, but it sounded rehearsed. Suddenly, the door swung open and we could see the guys.

"Who is this Brian kid?" Ian demanded.

"You were eavesdropping on us?" Natalie asked in fake surprise.

"No, we were just, you know…listening?" Hamilton struggled to find an excuse.

"Wow that was a good one." Ned and Ted said, synchronized.

"Dude, you got to work on your excuses." Jonah said.

"Seriously," Dan agreed.

"Guys!" Ian said, and turned back to us. "Now, Amy, I believe I asked you a question."

"Yes, you did." I confirmed, taking a step closer and gaining confidence. "What's wrong with Brian?" I asked him. He was probably going to flip when he found out that this person wasn't real.

"Absolutely nothing," He said, taking a step closer. "Please tell me more about your beloved boyfriend."

I took another step toward him. "Well for starters, he's really smart and cute too. He's the whole package." I was lying through my teeth.

"Really?" He sneered. "Oh, tell me more!" He closed the distance between us and our noses were almost touching.

"And he's nothing like you." Anger flashed in his eyes as I said that.

"What is going on in here?" A tired voice asked and we turned our attention to the man in the doorway.

"It's one in the morning. Please. Just. Go. To. Sleep!" Fiske begged. A few people grumbled and they trudged out of the room.

Once everyone was out of the room, Fiske turned to me. "I don't trust the Kabra boy. Just-"

"Why not? The clue hunt is over! There are no reasons to not trust him! If you have one, tell me. I'd love to hear it." Fiske looked shocked by my outburst. Truthfully, I was too.

"Fantastic, goodnight Fiske." I slammed the door. I only had one thing on my mind as I walked down the hallway.

Did I just stand up for Ian Kabra?

I shook my head. It must be the guilty conscience.

A/N: Alright, I hope you like another totally pointless chapter! Trust me, the next one will be meaningful. I know Amy's OOC and whatever, but seriously. It's three years after the clue hunt! She's gotten over most of the stuttering and shyness. So if you don't like her this way, deal with it or bugger off!

Look at me! Getting two chapters up in two days! That is REALLY good for me! I don't have much to say so um-have fun and wear your seatbelts. And please don't stick any limbs outside the vehicle for the fear of amputation. Thank you and enjoy your ride! :)

~Nataliya

P.S.! Amy, Ian, Jonah, Hamilton, Sinead, Ted, and Ned are all seventeen years old.

Dan, Natalie, Reagan, and Madison are all fourteen.

Alistair is whatever age he is…Oh and Fiske too.

Did I miss anyone?