Okay, it's late, I know. No, I haven't forgotten about you guys, jeez! Just… read, alright? Explanation later.

Derek's POV

I saw Chloe practically taunting me as she sat on her bed and watched me get chewed out. I mean, it's not like I planned on using crinkly foil wrapper thing! I wasn't really even aware that it had been in there! And I know that Chloe had no access to the outside world aside from our little venture the other day. So that basically left Simon. I looked over to him when my father's gaze wasn't exactly on me, and I cocked an eyebrow, silently asking "Did you put it in there?" In response, he gave me a shit-eating grin, and I snarled under my breath. I returned my attention to my father, who was currently rambling on about being ready and the right time and all that. I decided to tell him the truth.

"Dad. I never planned on using it. I didn't even buy it. It was planted there as a prank. Simon did it." His gaze snapped on to my brother, who immediately looked horrified.

"Is this true?" he asked, his look piercing.

"Yeah." He averted his eyes, but I saw him look daggers at me for ratting him out. I relaxed back in to the couch as I took a bite of my burger. Mmm, a big mouthful of warm, meaty, cheesy goodness. I closed my eyes and savored the taste.

Once I was done eating and my mind was cleared of the hunger-driven haze, I started to plan revenge. I thought hard about all the things Chloe really hated. I wracked my brain, and suddenly an idea came to my mind. I grinned evilly, and I just then noticed the prankee herself still sitting on her bed, watching me. Her face was scared.

"What are you planning?" I snickered as she cowered a bit, probably from my up-to-no-good smile.

"Nothing, my dear. Nothing…" She moved over to sit next to me, putting on a brave face. I saw right through it that she was terrified. I moved my head in to the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet, fragrant scent that was 100% Chloe. I came up to the front of her face agonizingly slowly, and I saw in her eyes that she was impatient. Oh well.

I moved my lips in close to hers, keeping my eyes open. I swear I came within a millimeter of her before I took a deep breath and moved back suddenly, killing the moment. I smirked evilly. I looked at her, and she was breathing deeply, blinking her eyes as if she just surfaced from being underwater. She gave me a look and then spoke.

"That was mean," she murmured, and it took all my energy not to slam the words back in to her mouth with mine.

"Mmm, you regretting it now?" I asked her, and she scowled at me.

"Nooo…" she muttered, and walked out of the room, and I put my arms behind my head, smiling. At that moment, Simon walked in, and he looked kind of pissed. He came over and sat next to me before going off on a rant on how pissed he was at Tori. I didn't really catch, or care, why.

"So yeah, can we try and get the both of them with a prank? You know, guys VS girls? C'mon, it'll be fun!" He smirked at me, and I sighed, and nodded.

"Alright, so what did you have in mind?" he asked me, and I told him my plan.

"So, Chloe really hates this one music artist, Justin Bieber." He frowned, apparently he had heard of him.

"I was thinking that maybe I could see what I could do to replace her ring tone and alarm clock chime with some of his songs. Then maybe plaster all her things with posters and stuff of him. What do you think?" In response, Simon grinned.

"Tori hates him like she used to hate Chloe. Which is pretty bad." A broad smile cemented itself on to my face. This was going to be a hell of a lot of fun. I sat back, wondering when we could do this. Chloe would probably be on full night protection mode, and I was half worried that she was setting up a trip wire alarm or something. I looked over to Simon.

"So when should we begin setting it up?" I asked, and his brow furrowed as he thought.

"I was thinking, we could- hold the shit! I just had an idea!" His face was suddenly lit up like a three-year-old's on Christmas morning, and he whipped out his phone.

"Lemme see if I remember it," he muttered to himself, tapping his chin with his finger.

"Got it!" he said, and then typed a number in to the phone. He placed it to his ear and waited, fingers crossed. I heard the dial tone, and then a voice picking up.

"Hello?" It was a feminine voice, and I gave Simon a questioning look. He waved me off, focusing on his conversation.

"Bethany? It's Simon, remember, from a few years ago?"

"Simon? Like, from Rochester High? Freshman year?" The girl's voice turned excited, full of remembrance.

"Yeah, the same one. Hey, so I'm back in the area-" he was cut off.

"Ohmigod, really? How long? I wanna see you, it's been too long!" Oh, apparently this had been one of his many admirers. I remembered this one, Bethany: she was short, blonde, and cunning. She was vicious like one of those rat dogs that the prissy Hollywood stars carry around in their purses. She had tried every single method in the book, and a few unwritten ones, to get Simon wrapped around her pinkie, including using me. I still held a grudge to her for harassing him like that.

"Yeah, and I need a favor. Are you still in this area?" he asked her.

"Yeah, of course. You wanna meet up somewhere?" Simon grasped at his chance.

"Sure! Let's say, six at the Starbucks on Worthington street downtown?" I could almost picture the girl covering the mouthpiece with her hand and doing a happy dance in her room.

"Sounds fine! See you there!" I heard a soft click as she hung up, and Simon sat back, snapping the phone shut. He looked at me wearily.

"Remember Bethany?" he asked unnecessarily.

"Oh yeah, how could I forget your old annoying stalker? Any reason you contacted her?" He nodded.

"Yeah, and you'll see why when we get there." He left it at that and walked out of the room, leaving me to scratch my head and eat the rest of the burger in my bag.

At five thirty, Simon walked in wearing fresh clothes and told me to get up.

"We're leaving now. Dad's out with Lauren, doing hell if I know what, and Tori and Chloe are also sneaking out, but they're hitting an Italian joint down the road. Chloe's incognito," he added quickly after seeing my expression. I nodded, and then picked up my jacket.

"Time for our date with the devil."

We made our way to the center of the city we were staying in, which didn't take too long. It was kind of small, and luckily the motel was centrally located. We walked in to the Starbucks, and I ordered a coffee for each of us with my newly liberated cash. I had earned a few extra dollars, if you call temporary employment as an unofficial bellboy at the motel earning money. A dude's gotta make a living, right?

At exactly 6, a saw a blonde mane of hair come in through the door, scan the small, crowded shop, and come over to us, smiling her man-eating smile. What, I didn't name it, Simon did!

"Hey guys," Bethany literally purred when she seated herself in the chair in front of us, and I tried hard not to cringe. She turned her eyes on Simon before giving me a quick glance. Which turned in to a double take. Then a triple take.

"What did you do to your hair?" she asked, and for about the thousandth time, I cursed Chloe as well as Loreal.

"Making a statement. Breast cancer," I mumbled, and she just raised an eyebrow. Whatever. She turned back to Simon.

"So you need a favor?" she asked, flicking at a manicured fingertip. Simon cleared his throat.

"Yeah. Uh, do you want a coffee or anything?" he asked out of politeness, trying to say something else before spilling his big plan.'

"A coffee would be great," she told him, and Simon flicked a glance my way, trying to avoid her stare.

"I've got it," I said, standing.

"Mocha latte, decaf, nonfat milk, two sugars," she instructed me, and I nodded, setting off.

I bought the coffee, looking back at the two of them to make sure that Simon was okay. I mean, you never knew when a girl might have a backup mafia team ready to kidnap at a command. Or was I just paranoid?

I brought the latte back to the couch and set it in front of her, receiving a snake-like smile in return. Ugh, repressing a shudder.

"Well, Bethany-" Simon started before being cut off again.

"Beth," she said, flashing him an alluring smile.

"Uh, okay. So Beth, I need a favor. Do you still like that one artist, Justin Whats-his-face?" She nodded slowly, trying to figure out where he was going.

"Well, you know how you went to a bunch of his concerts and got all his Hot Topic shirts?" She nodded again, eyeing him.

"Well, I was wondering, can I borrow some of them for a few days or so? I'll bring them back washed." She was giving him a strange look before clearing her expression with a quick shake of her head. It switched back to seductress.

"What's in it for me?" she murmured, and he thought for a moment. His face took on a terrified look before it set in determination. Oh crap, what was he thinking?

"If you let me borrow your shirts, I'll…" His voice faltered. He gritted his teeth and tried again.

"I'll go on a date with you."

Did the world just come crashing down? Has the apocalypse occurred? What in the hell just happened? Beth looked shell-shocked too for a moment, almost afraid to believe her own luck. She quickly regained her wits.

"Well, that sounds perfect! Any idea where you wanna take me, Cassa Nova?" For some reason, I could tell she wasn't kidding with that last part. Simon nodded, resigned.

"Yes. Oh, and if you want the date to be entertaining, you'll include all your stickers and posters of him." She tapped her cup with her fingernail, considering the offer.

"Two hours minimum, you'll at least fake, and I mean fake it good, having fun?" Simon nodded to all of it.

"You have yourself a deal! Oh, and rip, crinkle, burn, or otherwise harm any of my things, and I'll rip you three new ones and pour lemon juice in them. And when you wake up one morning, you'll find yourself missing some very important parts, if you catch my drift." Her bright smile was a huge contrast in comparison to her words. I shuddered mentally.

"Alright. Meet here again tomorrow, 7 o' clock?" She nodded, grinning, and then stood up.

"When do you want the materials delivered?" she asked, all business now.

"Actually, can I follow you home and pick them up now? It's kind of urgent."

"Sure, I'll give you guys a ride." She included me, must be trying to win Simon's approval. We walked outside and got in to her car. She drove us over to an area closer to the old high school we went to for a year or so. She stopped at a modest house and got out. She invited us in, and I stood in the doorway downstairs while Simon went up with her. He came back down ten minutes later carrying two small boxes. I helped him put them in the trunk while Beth started the car.

"Back at the Starbucks, or somewhere else?" Simon looked to me, shrugged, and then turned back to her.

"Actually, can you take us to the Motel-8 right by the freeway exit?" She said yes, and then took off back down the street.

A little while later, we were standing in the elevator lobby of the motel, each holding a box full of apparel all with some form of Justin Bieber propaganda on it. FML.

"How the hell can anyone have this much stuff on one freaking pop star?" I asked Simon furiously, and he just shook his head, eyes closed.

"I have no idea. She's like a crack dealer with this stuff. Back when we lived here, I heard that she was running some kind of black market for this stuff, selling it from her trunk in the school parking lot to fellow junkies. That's why I thought to call her."

"Well, you kind of screwed yourself with that deal," I pointed out, and he nodded, looking sour. Then the button dinged for the elevator,

"Yeah, whatever. Is everyone still out?" he asked me as we got in. I frowned, and then took in a deep breath.

"Seeing as this is the only elevator, unless they took the stairs, then they're all still gone, lucky for us." We got off on our floor and went down the hall until we came to the guy room. I opened it and we went in. I stashed the stuff in the back of our closet, praying our father wouldn't poke around in there.

In another half hour, both rooms were once again full. The girls and the adults had arrived back within five minutes of each other, the girls arriving first. Good for them. Surprisingly, neither my dad nor Lauren suspected a thing, so it seemed. I took comfort in the small miracle.

Simon and I both faked going to sleep once it got late enough. I listened hard for the sounds of everyone's quiet breathing. Once I was positive they were all asleep, I beckoned my brother to follow me. Silently, I got out the boxes and we got over to the other room. I pried open their closet quietly as Simon raided the drawers.

"Do we leave the, uh, undergarments?" Simon whisper-called, and I could see his blush from across the room.

"Yeah, unless she had Bieber underwear," I snickered back, and Simon just looked at me solemnly.

"Put nothing past her, bro." I went back to emptying the closet, which turned out to have a lot more stuff in it than I expected. I hung shirts and pants all with the little booger's name on them, being careful to avoid Chloe's aunt's things. She was at least 5 sizes bigger than the girls, not that she was huge, just that they were tiny. I was certain they'd leave her clothes alone. But just to be on the safe side, I figured, I'd take her clothes back with me to our room once the job was done.

I started taking the posters from the boxes and plastering the walls with them, being sure not to wrinkle them at all. Simon helped me, and started getting the stickers all over the girls personal things, including phones, iPods and shoes. Beth had told us we could keep the stickers, since the ones she had given us were all copies anyways.

I stepped back to admire our handiwork. The whole room looked like an eleven-year-olds dream, with the guy's face beaming at you from every corner. But just then, I remembered something. Carefully, I pulled out Tori's laptop, which is what their iPods were synced with. I connected each one, and then pulled the CD's out of the box. I inserted each one and added all the songs to a play list. On each iPod, I removed all the other songs and only left the single play list. Since they used the alarms on the iPods to wake up, I replaced the normal tone with Bieber's. I then unplugged the computer and put it in the pile to take back with us.

"Damn, we're good!" I told Simon, who hi-fived me. We grabbed all the stuff, taking care not to leave anything behind. That included wallets, since they could go out and buy stuff. We went downstairs, lugging all our stuff with us. I nodded to the front desk guy, who took us around the corner to the employee locker room. He pointed us towards a supply closet in the back, where we dumped all the stuff. I slipped him a 10 as we made our way back upstairs.

In the morning, I was awakened by a loud shriek that I hope to God I'll never hear again in my life.

"DEREK!" It wasn't, as I expected, Chloe's voice, but Tori's, and I could hear it from down the hall. Hell, I wouldn't be surprised it people in the next state heard it! In the background I heard Justin Bieber's infamous beginning to "Baby". I rubbed my eyes, grinning, and got out of bed. Simon, in the bathroom, leaned over to beam in my direction. I looked back and saw my dad shaking his head at me, smiling, asking me silently what I had done.

I slipped on some clothes and went over to the girls room with Simon tailing me. I knocked on the door and it was opened a second later by a furious Chloe.

"I hate you!" she screamed, batting at me. I snickered and dodged it, inviting myself in. I went in to the main room and found Tori standing in the middle, looking at me like a bull about to run the matador through.

"Give my clothes back," she snarled, sparks flying at her fingertips.

"Hey, no permanently injuring anyone," Lauren cautioned from her bed, where she was sitting up and examining the work with a smile on her face. Tori flashed a scorching look in her direction before focusing back on me.

"YOU! You helped him, didn't you?" Tori screamed suddenly, her gaze flying behind me to where Simon was.

"They're both in on it!" Chloe yelled, stomping out from behind Simon. I couldn't hold it anymore, I started cackling. Because since they had no other choice, both girls, and Lauren, were wearing Bieber shirts and sweatpants. Chloe launched herself at me, which surprisingly worked, probably because I wasn't focusing. I landed on my ass, still laughing it up, as she clawed at me. She was then hauled off by Simon. He then whipped out a camera, which I had incidentally forgotten (silly Derek) and took pictures at lightning speed. Tori shrieked and sent a binding spell at him, so I went back, caught the camera, and picked up his job.

Half an hour later, Chloe and Tori were both sitting on the couch, being comforted by Lauren, who kept saying "it's only for a day". I was still laughing and snapping the occasional photo. Chloe glared at me.

"You will pay, Derek Souza. You will pay."

Mmmhmm. Okay, so yeah, I've had a lot going on, etc. etc., and haven't had time to UD. But I have to say this here: school is starting up again in a matter of hours, and I wont be able to update as often. So just be prepared when updates come kind of fewer and farther between. Otherwise, continue to enjoy the story :) And yes, I know you guys were promised Chlerek love, and you earned it, definitely, but the kiss was all I could do for now. But it's DEFINITELY (probably…) coming next time. I just didn't know where to fit it in here. But yeah, I know where I can fit it next time. So yeah, by now you should know the drill people! Since you read, you… come on, you know it… REVIEW!

**At the reviewer Darkestpowerslover234: I reread the chapter, and found the finger part you were referring to in your review. I want to clear this up here: that wasn't an innuendo. Since she used her finger to spread the cream cheese, she then licked it off. The Derek whimpering part was at the sight of the savoring of food, not in any sexual way. Jeesh, get cho' mind outta the gutter! JK, but yeah, that's why. Sorry for any confusion.