Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while, I just started watching Pair of Kings, and I took a week or so to watch the whole series. I'm hoping to update Disney High soon! Well, you've all been asking who Molly bumped into, so now you get to know! I hope you enjoy! Review time!

DragonEmperor999: Cool! Lots of stuff, the best being a Mighty Med T-shirt, Mighty Med pens, and a Mighty Med mousepad. Thanks for the review!

PurepleNicole531: You'll see…I love WRITING cameos! XD! Yes, very funny. XD! I would too! I hope you like the reveal! Thanks for the review!

TeamTLKandBaltoCrew: I'm glad you enjoyed! XD! I love Marmaduke, too! Yeah, Molly will be upset…oh well, you can just give her one of your cookies to calm her down. YES! GENNY! It's so great. XD! Don't worry, I think we can trust Kaz…or can we? Yeah, Jordan's back, and angrier than ever! We'll have to see…Yeah, I'd love friends like that. XD! It does, doesn't it? You'll have to see…Thanks for the review!

DisneyChannelLover: Thanks! Glad you enjoyed! Yeah, I just selected slightly nerdy characters. XD! Aww, well, cliffy's over now. You're so sweet! Thanks for the review!

Purpledolpin05: EEEEHHH! Yes! All our favorites! Yeah, I just HAD to add Dandie (cough, second OTP, cough). Aww, Maya is a nice girl. XD! At least they're friends! Well, we'll have to see about what happened to Evie, Tracy…Oliver: W-what?! NO! Bridgette: Sorry, son, we need the money. Super villainy doesn't pay the bills, you know! Thanks for the review!

Aliqueen16: I'm glad! Yeah, it's pretty cool to write them like this, as brothers AND opposites. Thanks for the review!

Okay, guys, prepare yourself for a LONG chapter. Hey, I owed it to you for being so lazy about updating. I just needed a brak, you know? :P. Well, I hope you enjoy!

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Molly cried out, in shock, as she stepped away from the person she'd bumped into. The moment she looked into his eyes, however, a shiver went down her spine. "Trent."

"What have we here?" he asked in his usual mocking, sarcastic voice. "A little group of nerds…" he approached Fletcher, "…And their nerd leader."

Everyone in the crowd, watching the action chuckled, even though Trent hadn't said anything funny.

"Listen, Trent." Snapped Fletcher. "We just came to hang out. We'll be out of your hair in no time."

Stephanie approached beside Trent, and looped an arm around her boyfriend. "Stephanie," purred Trent, "I thought you called an exterminator." He scrutinized the group of nobodies in front of him. "Obviously he didn't do a good job."

"Quit it!" yelled Leo, "We got invited here!"

Trent crouched down, so he was breathing like a bull in Leo's face. "And who would do that, nerd?" snarled Trent, before turning away so fast he knocked Leo in the nose with his arm, gesturing his arms wide. Leo yelped, as Trent continued, now letting his voice boom across the room full of teenagers. "Who here would invite a bunch of losers?!"

"Me." Said Molly, softly, stepping forward.

"You." Said Trent, a fake laugh in his voice. "I should've known, you were dancing with King Geek." Trent gestured to Fletcher, and Molly bristled, enraged by the hurtful comment on Trent's part.

"I did." Snapped Molly, "And they're not losers."

"Says who?" sneered Trent.

"You want to taste some fist, bud?" snapped Jordan, stepping forward, arm extended.

"Oh, I'm so scared!" Trent cried, in a fake-scared tone, before snorting. "I can take anyone."

"You want to put your money where your mouth is?" growled Jordan, as the two drew their fists up.

"Hey! You can't hit a girl!" yelled Leo, causing everyone to look at him. "What? It's rude…"

"Well, I would hit you, but I'd probably break every bone in your puny body." Said Trent. Leo squealed, and hid behind KC.

"Get them, baby." Whined Stephanie, "I don't want the stench of loser in my house!"

"I got this covered, babe." Said Trent, stepping forward, along with a group of fellow football players.

"This…is not good." Said Gabe.

"I know!" cried Garrett, "They're all sweaty! I don't want to be man-handled by sweaty apes!"

"What did you call us?!" snarled a football player.

"I said…uh…" started Garrett, "Sweetie apes! You just seem so…uh…sweet!" Garrett awkwardly patted the guy's shoulder. The football player growled, and Garrett screamed, jumping onto Maya's back.

"Get off of me." Said Maya, eerily calm. "You have three seconds."

"Football player, or Maya…" murmured Garrett, "Yeah, I'm getting off."

"Why are you just standing around!" whined Stephanie, "Get them out!"

"Not so fast." Said Dump Truck, stepping out of the crowd, Andie at his shoulder. She was now wearing his leather jacket.

"Ooh, girl…" said Jenny.

Everyone shuttered, and took a step back. Dump Truck…now this was getting serious.

"What, you think you're so tough?" asked Trent, "I could take you on, one handed!"

"Bring it on." Said Dump Truck. Before Trent could react, Dump Truck had already punched him in the chest.

"EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!" screamed Leo, running into the bathroom to hide.

"Club fight?" asked Kaz, "AWESOME!"

Soon, Fletcher, Gabe, Dump Truck, and Kaz were trying (and failing) to fight off the football players. Leo, Garrett, and Farkle were writing their wills in the men's room.

"Come on, girls, let's show these witches what we're made of!" cried KC.

"Witches?!" cried Stephanie, offended. "Do you know who I am?!"

"I don't think anyone will know once we're done with you." Said Andie.

"Oh yeah, you and what army?" asked Stephanie (Lab Rats).

"Good one, sis." Said Stephanie (Mighty Med).

"This one." Said Maya. "KATE!"

"W-what?" asked Kate, fearfully.

"Forgive me." Muttered KC, before pinching Kate behind the knees (her weak spot.)

"OW!" screamed Kate, in a voice much deeper, and more threatening than her own. "WHO DID THAT?!"

"Them." Said Jordan, grinning, as she pointed to the rude, popular girls, some of which were Missy Bradford, the two Stephanie's, and Heather Collins.

"What's happening?!" screamed Molly. Molly was currently standing aside, not wanting to fight the populars, or her new friends.

"Kate goes crazy when she gets angry, which is rare, or when we pinch her there." Said Jenny, trying not to laugh as Kate chased the popular girls around the club. "We call her 'Spikette' when this happens."

"Why?" asked Molly, deeply confused. Who would think sweet, innocent Kate had a dark side?!

"You know, we really don't know." Said Jenny, giggling. "But it sure is useful."

Jenny, May, Gabby, and Molly watched Kate (or Spikette, Molly was still confused) try to eliminate the popular girls, while Jordan, Maya, Cyd, KC, and Andie joined the boys in the boy-fight. Olive dared to go into the boys bathroom, after finding out Farkle was curled up in the fetal position.

"I've been waiting for this day all my life!" cried Gus, from on top of a table. "Fight! Fight! FIGHT!"

"This is the best riot club ever!" cheered Alan.

"Ahh!" screamed Stephanie, as Spikette hurled her into a wall.

"Fletcher!" shrieked Molly, as a football player whacked him in the head. Before she knew what she was doing, she punched the guy! "Hands off my-I mean, Fletcher!"

"He has a very delicate body!" shouted Gabe, from where he was fighting off a football player. Molly rolled her eyes, in response.

Molly quickly scooted back over to Jenny, because the football player looked very mad, and Molly hadn't taken karate lessons, like her sister. "Why did you do that?!" snapped Jenny.

"Because, I couldn't let him hurt Fletcher!" whispered Molly.

"What about hurting yourself?" asked Jenny.

"Ladies." Said a voice in front of them, someone they hadn't noticed approach.

"Oh boy…" muttered Molly, "Hi Chad." As a popular, Molly most certainly knew one of the most popular guys in school, well enough to know he was a colossal cheat.

"Well hello Molly." Purred Chad, "Let's say you we step out of here…alone?"

"POW!" screamed Jenny, punching Chad in the stomach, causing him to double over and pass out. Molly stared at Jenny with a look of shock and horror. "What? He definitely had that one coming."

"Get your camera out, Carlos!" squealed Evie, from somewhere in the room. "This'll be my next big scoop!"

"Whatever you say, Evie." Said Carlos, grinning, fawningly, as he took out a video camera.

"If you see any romance, add the pictures to my scrapbook!" squealed Evie.

Meanwhile, in the boy's bathroom, Farkle was in the fetal position, bursting into tears. "We're all gonna die!"

"No we won't!" cried Olive, trying to comfort the terrified boy. "We can do something."

"What's there to do?!" screamed Garrett, "Everyone's fighting, Gus's egging them on, and worst of all, the place is a mess! Someone can die out there!"

"Oh, you're definition of a 'danger zone' is a slippery floor." Snapped Olive, "Any good ideas?"

Leo looked like he was thinking. "Cops!"

"Good!" said Olive, "Cops are good! Cops can help!" She whipped out her phone, and dialed 911. "There's an emergency! A huge riot has started at the local club, and people are hurt! Let me give you my coordinates…" Olive continued chattering to the cops, while Leo looked so scared, he was contemplating trying to flush himself down the toilet, to "safety." The only reason Garrett was not trying was that he would never touch a public toilet.

"We need to help them!" cried Molly, "There's eleven of them, against a whole crowd, and football players!"

"We never learned how to fight!" cried Gabby.

"Well, haven't you ever gotten into a fight?" asked Molly.

"Well…" said May, "There was one time at the public library when there was only one copy of 'Harry Potter' left, and Gabby and I had to fight a nerd for it! We won." She smirked at the last part, as though that was an achievement.

"Uh…then channel…whatever that was." Mumbled Molly.

"You got it!" said Gabby.

Gabby and May ran into the crowd, to join the fight, avoiding the larger football players, and going for their peers. Molly, when realizing there was no way to avoid the fight, slapped a football player across the cheek, and then ran to Fletcher's side.

"Are you okay?" asked Fletcher, worrisomely, after he noticed who Molly had hit. "That's a big dude!"

Molly smiled, grateful for Fletcher's kindness. "I'm fine. But you should see the mark I left on that guy!"

"You're so brave…" he murmured, dreamily.

"Well, I do take lacrosse." Said Molly, jokingly punching him in the shoulder.

"Not…funny." Snarled a voice from behind them.

Fletcher and Molly whipped around, and came face-to-face with the football player Molly hit.

"Okay, maybe I was wrong…" muttered Molly, nervously.

"You want to keep your little girlfriend under control?" snarled the boy, a hint of mischief creeping into his threatening tone, "Or do I need to teach you both a lesson?"

"He didn't do anything!" Molly defended Fletcher, as Fletcher started saying "She's not my girl-"

"Oh well, too bad for him, then." Interrupted the jock, a smirk forming.

Molly and Fletcher yelped, covering their faces, but the pain never came. After a few moments, Molly slowly moved her hands away from her face.

The sight she saw was not much better.

Before her, on the ground, was the football jock, a large bruise along the back of his neck. In front of Molly, in a kung-Fu stance, was her sister, Skylar.

"H-h-hi, Skylar…" whimpered Molly, gripping Fletcher's arm, nervously.

"Molly…" started Skylar, while Molly and Fletcher winced, anticipating what was to come, "Get in the car…NOW!"

A few minutes later, Skylar was dragging both Molly and Fletcher to her car, fuming as she walked.

"Ow!" whined Fletcher, "You're hurting my arm! You grip really tight!"

Skylar rolled her eyes. "You Quimby boys are so weak…"

Once Skylar unlocked the car, she threw open the door to the back with a force that could've potentially yanked the car door off its hinges. Without bothering to argue, Fletcher and Molly climbed into the car, buckled their seat belts, and gulped with fear. Skylar was a force that shouldn't be reckoned with.

Skylar started the car, eerily silent. However, it was apparent she was greatly angered by the way she gripped the steering wheel so tight, her knuckles turned white.

"S-so." Stuttered Molly, trying to ignore her sister. "That was some party, wasn't it?"

"Trust me, going to that party was the most daring thing I've done…ever." Said Fletcher, looking slightly excited and disturbed.

"No kidding." Murmured Molly.

For a while, the two sat in an uncomfortable silence, until Fletcher coughed, clearing his throat, and placed a hand on Molly's leg, causing her to shiver. "Thanks for helping my friends step out of their comfort zones." Said Fletcher, so softly, he could barely be heard.

"Your welcome." Said Molly, "Thanks for backing me up."

"Hey, backing you up was the easy part." Fletcher grinned, playfully punching her in the shoulder, and chuckled. "You were very brave, protecting me from that jock."

"You helped me, too." Said Molly, blushing with embarrassment.

"But you were the one to defend the honor of my friends in front of everyone." Said Fletcher, looking Molly meaningfully in the eyes. "That took guts. Even Dump Truck didn't step forward!"

"He was probably too busy getting cozy with Andie." Said Molly, winking.

Fletcher wrapped an arm around Molly and the two stared into each other's eyes. "Even if we got into a club-fight, this was still the greatest night of my life." Said Fletcher.

"Why?" asked Molly, genuinely confused. How could a night that took such a horrible turn be the best!?

"Because I spent it with you."

All at once, Skylar suddenly hit the brakes, and the car slammed to a stop, throwing Molly and Fletcher forward. "I got you!" yelled Fletcher, wrapping his arms around Molly before her head could hit the back of the car seat in front of her.

Skylar whipped around, shooting daggers from her eyes, a look of disgust on her face. "Get your arms off of my sister!" she shrieked, coming out of the car, and opening the door to the back.

"Ahh!" screamed Fletcher, "I didn't even get to write my will!"

"You're going to wish you did…" muttered Skylar. "Get in the back."

"I am in the back." Said Fletcher.

"I meant the trunk."

Fletcher looked over his current seat, into the trunk, which had no seats. "Uh, the trunk doesn't have any…"

"I said GET IN THE BACK!"

Fletcher squealed, threw himself over the back seats, and into the trunk. Skylar rolled her eyes, and returned to the front.

"Where are you taking us?" asked Molly.

"Juvy."

"NO!" screamed both molly and Fletcher.

Skylar laughed, half-heartedly. "I'm kidding. I'm dropping Fletcher off at his place." Following Molly's confused look, Skylar added, "Only because I want to see him get punished."

On the way to Oliver's house, there was a sharp turn, which Skylar hit at optimum force. Fletcher shrieked, as he slammed into the car's side.

"Fletcher!" yelled Molly, "Are you okay?!"

"Trust me," said Fletcher, "I'm more worried about what Oliver will do than whatever may have just happened to me."

When the car approached Oliver's driveway, Skylar slammed the car to a stop, clearly wanting Fletcher's torture to continue just a little longer. However, this didn't go as she planned, since Fletcher was thrown forward, head and chest over the top of the back seats, legs in the trunk, his face only inches from Molly's.

"So…" murmured Molly, awkwardly. "You okay there?"

"I'm fine." Said Fletcher, in a high voice that suggested he was in great pain.

Molly smiled and ruffled his hair, before she was quickly yanked out of the car. "Don't do that!"

Skylar rang the doorbell, Molly and Fletcher stood before it, heads hung, and arms behind their back like guilty school children. "What's going…oh, it's you." Sneered Oliver, upon seeing Skylar. "Fletcher?! What's the meaning of this?!"

"Um…Skylar and Molly should be getting home!" Fletcher suddenly burst out.

"Not before I explain what happened." Said Skylar. "Your brother accosted my sister, took her to a club, and-"

"That's not true!" protested Molly, "I took him to a club!"

"Hush up, Molly." Snapped Skylar.

"I believe Molly." Said Oliver, "Though I should believe an Eastman. I doubt my brother would willingly go anywhere with her."

"Not true!" whined Fletcher.

"Could you leave?" asked Oliver, "This is a no pest zone."

"Gladly." Snarled Skylar, "Let's go, Molly!" Skylar then turned, flipped her hair in Oliver's face, grabbed Molly's arm, and sauntered over to her car.

"Fletcher." Said Oliver, seriously. "Why were you hanging out with Molly?"

"She's kinda cute…" murmured Fletcher, dreamily. He still remembered the smell of her hair, strawberry shampoo with a touch of vanilla…okay, now he really sounded like a stalker.

"Dude!" yelled Oliver, "What are you thinking?!"

"What?" asked Fletcher, "I-It doesn't mean anything!"

"Those temptresses have already gotten to my brother…" Oliver muttered to himself.

"What?" asked Fletcher. "I'm more weak minded than you!"

"Really?" asked Oliver, sarcastically, "Smooth, dude."

"I-I thought complementing you would help…" added Fletcher, nervously.

Oliver sighed. "Keep trying. Now, do I have to remind you why we don't 'hang out' with the Eastman's?"

"No." said Fletcher, before muttering, "But I'm sure you're gonna tell me anyway…"

Whew! This was a LONG chapter! YAY! Next chapter you're going to find out why Oliver hates Skylar! So, what did you think? Did you like the fight? Are you curious about stuff? What about the budding Folly love? Trust me, there's a lot to know, and I'm ready to start telling! So, what do you think will happen next? Bye for now!