Hey mates! Good news, publishing will be quite regular ( I hope) as...It's the holidays! 2 months and 3 weeks of pure bliss :D anyway, here's...chapter...6! And by the way, a mature xylem is empty that's what I meant in this chapter. Sorry about that, I have been revising biology a lot lol.

Disclaimer: In my dreams I might, but in reality I don't own Scooby-doo and anything attached to it! ( How sad ) :P

The next morning, at Coolsville High.

Shaggy was walking down the corridor when he accidently bumped into a moving pile of books, and fell, causing the person who was courageous enough to own that many books to follow Newton's rule of gravity. Velma couldn't believe it, that was the third time those guys were "accidentally" bumping into her, this time she'd show them she wasn't a little quiet mouse that would accept being bullied this way. Looking at her precious books spilled all over the floor and knowing that she herself was now sprawled over the school's corridor fueled her anger that was now worth being called wrath, sheer and pent up rage ruled her senses as in a quick movement she jerked herself up and once she was in that position, it seemed that she had never talked that much in such little time.

"OKAY NOW! I'VE GOT IT UP TO HERE WITH YOU GUYS MAKING ME FALL ALL THE TIME AND SAYING ITS AN ACCIDENT, WHEN YOU OH SO KNOW IT IS EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING BUT ACCIDENTAL, YOUR MINDS ARE AS EMPTY AS MATURE XYLEM VESSELS, YOU SILLY BAGS OF MANURE!, STUPID STUPID DUMBOS. ALIENATED RETARDED...COWS!" Velma said this last bit as though she was judging whether to add more but now she was on the go and she had enough courage at that particular moment to add in an

"I'm slow" and pronouncing the entire syllables manner:

"Wait, do...you... un-der-stand...what... a... Xy-lem ...ve-ss-el is? How...Silly...of...me, do you even know...what...a...ve-ss-el is?

With a satisfied smile on her face, Velma looked down at the face of her aggressor who was now HER victim. What a nice word, victim. That made her feel really powerful.

All notion of the word power escaped Velma as she realised with horror that her victim was the one she'd quite promised help to yesterday. Having a poker face was never easy; it was a tragedy to have one at times like THOSE. Velma's face turned crimson and the shock she had registered on seeing the face of her...victim was as visible as Mickey's ears on his head.

Shaking his head as he came back to his senses, Shaggy got up and looked at the newcomer. A wide grin on his face he said:

"We do have a way with words now, don't we?"

All Velma could do now was to smile and offer her apologies to that one hot guy. Seeing right through things, Shaggy asked whether she needed help with those bullies.

"No, I don't think so, but thanks for the offer anyway"

"You really sure? I could always help out like scare them you know."

"Yep, super duper sure and since we're here, we could discuss well...just what we were gonna discuss at lunch."

"Oh yeah good idea, but don't you have classes? I have French class but Doneaulieu isn't coming today, some digestive problems I heard."

"We have French classes together so I don't think I'll have classes either." Said Velma with a smile, though... somewhere it did hurt, him not knowing something like that when it actually was a month now since she was at Coolsville High.

"Oh, really I'm sorry I..." started Shaggy

"Oh it's...it's okay" assured Velma.

"So...Let's go to the gym and talk about it then?" offered Shaggy. By the time this conversation was over, all the books had already been picked up and Shaggy, like a perfect gentleman put them in Velma's lock and they both were off to the gym.

There they looked for a quiet place on the bleachers and started tackling the hot topic.

"So yeah, you probably know I'm really close to Daphne and I know you are with Jones too and you probably know that, they are going to prom together because they met up online or something the type." Said Shaggy as soon as they were seated

"Wait, wait, Hold on, you mean that Lonely purple star or something is actually Daphne!"

"Yeah, didn't Jones tell you?"

"Maybe he was keeping it a surprise but I know he has got someone to go with to prom with." Answered an interested Velma

"So...shall we make it something memorable? For them I mean, like spotlight, music and anything you know." Inquired Shaggy.

"Yeah...It would be awesome and I don't think I'll tell Fred I found out, make it a surprise you know." Said Velma, smiling.

Smiling back, Shaggy started discussing the How's and When's of their plan.

When everything was finally settled Shaggy said they'd meet at lunch then.

"Ummm...But haven't we already figured all of it out?" questioned Velma, surprised. An awkward silence followed and both of them were seen either brushing their pants or their skirt.

"Actually...You're fun to talk to and if you're not well busy...I would like to be with you...I mean not be with you like be with you but...Errr... Like just...errrrm...Talk?"

"Oh..Ohhhh...Ow-, Ow-kay." Came the answer and they both laughed at their very weird ways of talking.

"Okay then, catch you at lunch!" threw Shaggy and he didn't know how...or why...he just gave her a swift kiss on the cheek and left as fast as he could, just like a thief would flee off after being seen.

A hand on her now red face, Velma waved at air and said in a rather drowsy, unstable voice: "Ohh yeah...Catch you."

So...Here goes nothing ^^. I hope you guys liked it, it felt really good writing this chapter because I think it's..light lol and just what is up with Shaggy...and Velma? You guys'll know in the next chapter. Btw Chapter 8 is gunna be prom and I wouldn't mind a comment here and there at all :P