A/N: I just wanted to let you amazing, wonderful readers know that because (hahah I'm listening to that song right now XD) of you I was late for jazz band yesterday morning. I did detention for ya'll. Don't worry, I'm not complaining; I probably woulda been late anyways, you were just my excuse (: Enjoy Chappie 13! Oh, and meet Carlos P:

"Mmm...hmmm...mmmmm..." Tap, tap, tap.

If he doesn't stop soon, I'm gonna explode. I slammed my elbow onto the desk behind me to quiet him. He only hummed louder. Shuttup, shuttup, OMIGOD SHUT THE BLOODY HELL UP! Only this boy could annoy me almost as much as Lennon.

"Hmm-mm-MMMM!"

"Omifreakinggod, Carlos, will you just. Shut. Up!" I whispered, a death threat in every syllable. I turned around to glare, only to find that huge, sarcastic, cheesy grin of his. I am going to kill you...

Tap, tap, tap.

"Stop. Tapping. Your. Pencil." Ooh, I'm gonna kick his arse later.

"It's not a pencil, it's a pen." Smartass.

"I don't care what it is, stop it either way!" I knew that even if he did stop, he'd find some other way to piss me off. "Yer such an arse."

"Hoho, how long did it take ya t'figure that out, hm?"

I sighed. Every year I had him in math, and every year he sat next to/in front of/behind me. Someone must have hated me.

Now to make things even worse, stupid fricken Lennon was in this class. ANd guess what? Him and Carlos were becoming best mates, and fast.

"Ughh..." I banged my head on the cool desk in front of me.

"Ms. Bates, stop disturbing my class!" the teacher hollered.

I lifted my head and stared blankly at the stupiud git. I hear Carlos snicker behind me, and as soon as the teacher turned back around, I swung my arm back. Hard.

"Ow, what the balls!" Yep, I'd hit my target. I grinned in triumph. That should shut him up for a while...

There was peace for about two minutes until I fet a slight tugging at my hair. I whipped around, knocking a Sharpie out of Carlos's hand. Wait... a Sharpie! I grabbed my hair, mouth gaping. He had colored the ends red. Bright, fricken red. "Carlos Cruz Hernandez, I am going to murder you."

He grinned at me again. "Well I though ye wanted t'dye yer hair back to bright red, so I though I'd help."

A snort came from next to him. Ugh, Lennon. "You," I sneered. "You put him up to this, didn't you?"

"Nope, love, I didn't say a word." He smirked.

"Rot in hell, Lennon."

"Oi! That's not very nice, ya know," Carlos mimicked John's accent.

"Carlos: shuttup. Lennon: sod off, die, whatever. Just get out of me space!"

"Ey, serves ya right fer yesterday!"

Carlos looked at him, confused. "Yesterday? What the hell happened yesterday?"

"The bird dumped water on me, that's what! Bloody freezing, too."

Carlos started laughing and held his hand up to me. "Nice!"

I stared at the hand with a dead expression. "Um..?"

"Yer s'possed to high-five it."

"Yeah, I know that, jerk."

"Bitch."

"Yer such a loser."

"Nah, yer the loser."

"You wish, asshole."

"Nooo, it's atthhoe!"

I couldn't help but laugh at his stupid lisp. Stupid Carlos, I could never stay mad at him for long, no matter how many reasons I had never to talk to him again. I just couldn't be mad at someone who made me laugh. Luckily for me, John Lennon would never make me laugh with his stupidity. Maybe I'd laugh at him, but never with him.

"Carlos."

"Yeah?"

"Yer friggin' retarded." I should have known better with guys like them. They both did this... donkey-having-a-seizure impression kinda thing. It was funny, but odd. I rolled my eyes at them and turned back around. "Dumbarses."

I hurredly tried to catch up writing the notes on "stem and leaf plots," something we should have learned in what, fifth grade? Someone tapped my shoulder. "If you guys don't eff off, I'm gonna have t'kill ya."

"Now what have I done?"

I slowly turned around and locked eyes with two huge hazel ones. "J-James... Uh, hi! ...Wait, what are ya doin' in me math class? You don't have this period!"

"Uh, love, the bell rang." He gestured to the almost-empty seats.

"Oh... Well, uh, I gotta get to science... Bye?" Gah, another awkward moment, just great. I got up, ready to leave now that my stuff was all packed up.

"Ey, no hug?"

I turned back around. "U-um, sure." I quickly hugged him and walked outta the room. "See ya in P.E., Paul!" I could feel my cheeks burning.

"Aw, look, Mandy's blushin'. What, ya got a boyfriend?"

"Shuttup Carlos." Just go away, goddammit! "Eff off." I walked even faster, trying to get away before Lennon showed up. Thankfully, I got into my science class with minutes to spare.

I collapsed into the plastic chair and threw my bag onto the long lab table. George, being my lab partner who was always early, eyed me. "Okay, what'd he do?" He already knew it had to do with John.

I didn't want to talk so I grabbed my hair and showed him the ends.

"That's, ah, quite different. Real original..?"

My eyes bored holes through my bag. George sighed and put his arm around me. "Listen, love. John's just bein' immature about yesterday; he's always immature about everything. Don't pay him any mind, he's bein' an arse. You've never seen his soft side. He's so different then..."

I snorted. "John? Soft? Oh, hell no."

"I mean it!" he insisted. "He's a real nice guy at times, ya just gotta get t'know him."

I did the "don't-give-me-that-bull" face at him. "Fine," he sighed. "But ya gotta give him a chance sometime."

"Eventually. Someday I will, but that someday sure as hell ain't today."

"Whatever floats yer boat." He removed his arm in defeat.

My eyes scanned the filling classroom. I saw Shelby writing something or another a couple of lab tables over. "Shelby," I hissed. No reply. "Shelbyy!" She still didn't look up. "Goddammit, screw this... SHELBY!" Her head flew back, startled. She turned the opposite direction, looking for whomever said her name. "Omigod, I'm over here." I waved my arms, trying to get her attention.

"Oh, hi Manda!"

"Took ya long enough... Now whatcha writin'?"

She shut her mouth and clutched the notebook tightly to her chest. "N-nothing..."

"Shelby," I insisted. "Lemme see!"

"No!" She gestured with her eyes to the boy next to me. George? I mouthed.

She nodded, turning pink. She tapped her third finger, fourth, second, first and then all of them simutaneously. That was our code for "I think I like him."

I smiled evilly. I will get that notebook. Her and Georgie'll be so cute! I started scheming ways to get them together. They were both pretty quiet, except Shelby was a little louder than George. It was funny how much they looked alike, but not enough to be siblings. Both had short hair that hung in her eyes (Shelby like her hair in a bob best), they were both pretty skinny but not sickeningly so, and messed with their hands when they were bored. They'd be adorable. Now I just needed to get George to get the guys to ask her out. Or Shelby could ask him. Either way, they would be together. I was set on it.

A/N: I've been trying to think of ways to make Georgie and Shelby together in the story, and not just because (haha) real Shelby (pennylove) will kill me if I don't o.o ... Hahaha just kiddin', I think they'd be friggin' adorable together... Oh and Carlos, I would kill you if you ever did that, which you probably would and will. I am Amanda Bates. You coloured my hair. Prepare to die. (: Hahaha I had to add that in XD... If ya didn't realise I try to put at least one Beatle reference in each chapter! Try and catch them! Also, REVIEW and I wont kill you :D Seriously, I hate people that read and don't REVIEW... It doesn't let me know what you people think of my writing! I need to knowww! I mean, I still love ya, but not as much as the people that REVIEW!

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