Hi, everyone. Here's the new chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Drama will heat up real soon, I promise. Please, please review!

RANDY'S POV

I walked into the hallway and heard sobbing. I felt sick to my stomach. I cause this pain to happen. Me and my dumbness. I watched her sitting on the floor with her head in her hands, crying. I sighed and sat down next to her.

"What do you want?" Marlena didn't even look at me.

"I came here to apologize."

"Why? You keep doing the same stupid things."

"I know, but I hate seeing you cry. That is why for now, I wanna be just best friends. You know like we use to be." Now, Marlena looked at me and she starred at me like I had two heads. I know it is too much to ask after I dragged her through the dirt, but I didn't want to hurt her any further. I did enough damage already.

"I would love to,...I guess?" Marlena smiled at me weakly

MICKIE'S POV

The bell just rang, signaling lunch is over. Thank god, because it was akward. Plus, John was looking at me all funny. Maybe, he was thinking the same thing I was thinking. He is every girl's dream guy. He is smart, funny, athletic. He is the quarterback of Manhattan High's Idians football team. I'm always there at his games and cheering him. John calls me his got luck charm. But, why am I so invisble to him? All he see me as friend and it is so fustrating! I closed my locker in frustration and was startled by John leaning up against the locker next to mine.

"Woah! Tiger, no need to beat up the locker. What's got you so uptight?"

"Oh! Umm, nothing it's just the locker is so hard to close, you have to slam it really hard to get it closed all the way." I tried desprately to come up with a lie.

"Well, I hope you don't be so angry for the pep-rally and homecoming game next month. You know your my good luck charm, right?" John through his arm over my shoulder, as we continued to walk down the hall.

"Right." I slightly frowned

"Okay, Micks what's up?"

"Nothing, I just can't wait to go home and relax."

"I know tell me about it!" Just then the bell rang signaling the start of class.

"I gotta go. See ya, John." I said running to my class leaving him in the hallway.

JEFF'S POV

"Hello class! My name is Ms. Stratford. But, I will let you guys call me by my real name, Vicky." I was sitting in my art class and listening to my art teacher introduce herself. From the looks of her she is pretty hot. She looked like a celebrity or something.

"Okay, I hope you guys heard of the late artist, Vincent Van Gogh." Everyone in the class said they have.

"I have an assignment for you guys. I want you guys to find your inner Vincent Van Gogh. With that said lets get to drawing."

I started to draw when Ms. Stratford walked up behind me and placed her hand my shoulder.

"Wow, Jeff this is very nice. I love how it's coming along so far."

"Thanks, Ms. Stratford. I'm glad you like it." I think I'm going to love this class alittle more.

MATT'S POV

"Okay, class I'm going to put you into groups!" said looking at her clipboard, as the class groaned in in annoyance.

"First up, Matt Hardy and Amy Dumas." I looked up to see who my partner is and I was shocked. This beautiful red head walked up to me and smiled. She stuck her hand out for me to shake.

"Hi, I'm Amy" I tooked her hand and shook it.

"Matt. I'm sorry to starred it's just you are so pretty."

She blushed and looked down smiling,"Thank you."

"You are welcome, Amy." Did I really just meet my future girlfriend?

MARYSE'S POV

I look so hot, right now!, I thought looking myself in my compact mirrior. While the teacher was babbling about nothing, I was touching up my looks. A girl has to look pretty always. It hasn't been a whole day and already I want to get out of here. Everything here is so dull and lifeless, that I just want to throw up. All I can think about is going to the spa and having fun. You know the usual. The only that keep me interested in school is the drama. And I can't for that to start up. I have a feeling that will be very soon.