A/N - The 500th reviewer was Christie. Seriously, the girl I based the new character on was the 500th reviewer. Since I go to school with her, I guess that prize got taken away. Then I told my 499th reviewer that I'd give HER the prize, but then that'd mean delaying this update even further. I'm really sorry.. I didn't have time yesterday to write a preview.

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There it was. The report for History. Five pages and double spaced. I did it all within twenty minutes, just typing without thinking. It's the same as my last report, pretty much. I can't focus on my homework. I can only focus on Shane and Nate, and that's what really bothers me. In so little time, my life went from being carefree and boring to dramatic and eventful. I'm not sure which one I liked better. That really scares me. How could I even ask myself that? Of course, I'd have to pick the former choice, but then I wouldn't have met the amazing people that I know today. I would go on with my empty hate. I save the document and close the laptop.

"This reminds me too much of Asian dramas." Great, now I'm talking to myself. Anyone who's watched Asian dramas, the plots are always different from the American ones. There's always some form of drama that's overly dramatic. Main ones are love triangles. I really hate that shape right now. Stupid polygon! Hmm, what to do right now? My guess is going home, but my mom's not expecting me for at least another two hours. The guys should be heading to football practice soon, which means that I'll be home alone. Well, not technically since Denise is downstairs. And for the next two hours, I spent my time with Denise watching The Forty Year Old Virgin.

XoLAGOHxO

The current situation's pretty hilarious. I mean, I'm in the bathroom and I'm putting on that maid costume. It wasn't really that hard to avoid the guys. I needed my time alone, and I rode the bus to school today and hid out in Ms. Thimm's room with Nate again. When Nate showed me this costume five minutes ago, I immediately said no. One look at it and it made my cheeks flush. It had a tight black corset, but the bra looking part was white. The poofy skirt had some polka dot lace underneath, and it had the signature small white square. After messing with the strings for two minutes, I manage to tightly pull it together. A girl walks into the bathroom, agenda in hand. She's about to open one of the stalls, but stops and stares at me.

"History project," I inform her.

"Must be some project," she mumbles before going in the stall. I shrug and walk back into Ms. Thimm's room.

"Is this about prostitution?!" a random guy in my class asks.

"What the fuck? No!" Nate yells at him. "Yeah, like we're gonna do a play, in SCHOOL about prostitutes. Yeah, totally gonna happen."

"I still don't get why I'm the only one that's dressed up," I complain. Nate was in his normal clothes. Dark skinny jeans and a dress shirt. His jeans had something in them, though. Something for the skit.

"Okay, that gives you guys some extra credit. Let's do the play first," Ms. Thimm says. Have I told you guys that this is total improv? Yeah, I really hope this turns out well. I walk into the clearing of the desks and grab the feather duster I left on Ms. Thimm's desk. I pretend to dust stuff off. I hear some people giggle, but I can't blame them. I was being totally ridiculous. I prefer this scene instead of the one where he kills his step-sister due to her not being able to have any of his kids. That would've been awkward. I'm not even sure if he did this to a maid, but I read it in a book somewhere, so why not?

I get into the maid mood by singing a random song. Since this skit is in the modern setting, I start singing, "The seven things I hate about you! The seven things I hate about you, oh you!" The class starts hysterically laughing. "You're vain, your games, you're insecure! You love me, you like her. You make me laugh, you make me cry, I don't know which side to buy." I continue singing the song very off-key and dance around with the duster.

"Stop that singing! I'm trying to rule Rome here, so bitch, shut up!" Nate, er, I mean, Nero, yells.

"Yes, sir." I use my free hand to salute him. Hey, I'm improvising, and I want to make this a comedy! The laughs continue getting louder. Even Ms. Thimm's face was turning red.

"God, I hate just looking at your ugly face. You remind me of my dead wife!"

"Uh, the one that 'committed suicide' or the one that you exiled?" I saw Nate trying to keep his laughter intact. "Sir, I really can't keep track. I'm just an illiterate maid." Ms. Thimm was seriously laughing, along with the rest of the class.

His hand grabs my throat, making it seem like he was trying to choke me, even though he was hardly using any pressure. "You dare disrespect me? I just executed someone yesterday. I don't have any problem doing that again today." I was supposed to look terrified, but that's just impossible. This is way too funny.

"Oh, no, please, sir. I would love to spend my entire life cleaning for a manwhore like you," I sarcastically beg. He takes his other hand and reaches into his pocket and pulls out one of those small water guns. A guy in the back exclaims, "Nice one!"

Ms. Thimm didn't even bother to tell him to be quiet. Nate squirts some on my face, and he makes the gun noise with his mouth. I pretend to have been shot and I fall back and lie on the ground. I close my eyes, but I still sneak a peek at him.

"Awesome, now I can cook you for my current wife. Now, how will I plan on killing her?" He puts his chin in his hand, and after five seconds, bows. Everyone starts applauding as he pulls me off the ground. I wipe some water from my face before doing an overly proper curtsy.

"Okay, that was short, but hilarious," Ms. Thimm compliments us. Wow, it really was short. Not even a minute.

"Oh, please. I don't deserve all this applause," I joke. The laughter spikes up before slowly dying down again.

"Okay, time for that PowerPoint," Ms. Thimm reminds us. Nate pulls out one of those USB drives and connects it to her laptop. Over the next five minutes, we present the PowerPoint and talk about our emperor's reign, and overall his life. People would frequently ask questions during the presentation despite the teacher's protests. Nate hands her the printed report and I grab my bag to go to the bathroom to get changed.

"Wait!" Ms. Thimm stops me. I look back at her with a confused expression. She pulls out her digital camera. "This is so going in the yearbook." I grab the feather duster and strike a pose with it. After a couple snaps, she puts the camera away. Some kids pull out their cell phones, and I pose for a couple more pictures.

"I'm so posting these pics on my Facebook," one of the guys say.

"Guys, check my MySpace tonight," another one says.

"Have people forgotten about Xangas?" a girl asks.

"Psh, those things are dead. Remember, Facebook!" the first guy says.

"Add me!" I tell them before rushing to the bathroom with my clothes.

XoLAGOHxO

Throughout the rest of the day, people kept talking to me about the incident in History class. I'd get high fives and noogies, even though I hated noogies. Everywhere I turned, there was some form of praise, usually coming from guys. As the day drew on, I walked by one of the bulletin boards and noticed something on it. I backtrack my steps and see a picture of me in that maid outfit.

The caption said, "Is this cute or slutty?" There was a poll underneath it. People would sign their name under their choice. I smile when I see that Kate and her friends signed beneath the "Cute" section. Even Christie did it, too. I didn't see Nicole's name anywhere. Only a few girls that I didn't know signed beneath the "Slutty" category. I choose to ignore it, but I memorize the two names. Casey and Ashley. I have a feeling that this was Angela's extended crew, the group of blonde girls with the horrible roots. My assumptions are always right, aren't they?

XoLAGOHxO

"Twenty new friend requests" read my Facebook homepage. I confirm each one, recognizing some people from my History class. I immediately receive a wall post, and it's from Brad. "Damn, I'd so hit that." Gross, he's being a total pervert again. Nothing out of the normal, eh? I don't even bother replying. He doesn't deserve my time. I nearly have a heart attack when I hear a knocking on my window. I turn around and see that it was Nate on the other side. He was hanging from the trellis with the roses. I open the door and let him in.

"I'm not letting you sleep over again."

"That's not why I'm here."

"My mom's downstairs, and my sister is in her room across the hall. I'm not sure if you could stay." Once again, he was popping up in my room.

"Jason's waiting in his car on the next street. This'll be really quick," he assures me. He pulls the maid costume from his backpack and hands it over to me. "Think of it as a late birthday present." He winks before climbing out my window and down the trellis. I unfold the costume and a paper falls out. I pick it up, and I almost laugh when I read it.

Girls dressed up as maids is my biggest fetish.

Love, Nate.

A/N - I'm really sorry that this is so short. My friend Janine came over and we worked on our essays for History, which are extremely late. It was either this or nothing. Which one would you guys prefer? Exactly, that's what I thought. Winky-wink.

I just read that Pyro told people to not vote for the authors that are begging for nominations. . Alrighty..

Today's the autumn equinox! Yesterday was my two-year anniversary with my braces. HOORAY! Should I post the maid outfit on my profile?