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Kim

That night, Melody, Jemma, Macy and I practically camped out in our large basement in deluxe, queen sized air mattresses (that were ACTUALLY comfortable, I must add,) talking, laughing, and forgetting the threatening presence looming in the back of our minds.

The next morning, I was the first to wake up... or so I thought.

"Boo!" Melody attacked me, tackling me to the ground.

"MELODY!" I squealed, waking up the others.

"What's wrong with you guys?" Jemma groaned, her hand on her forehead as if she had a headache.

"Melody tried to wake me up," I explained with as much of a straight face as possible, but failed, making everyone burst into laughter.

"Well, now that we're up at... 6 in the morning, what should we do first?" Macy asked, a teasing edge to her voice.

"I'll make breakfast," I said immediately.

"I'll help her," Melody volunteered.

"And we'll clean up the basement and take a shower," Jemma replied, glancing at Melody.

"Now that that's settled," Macy stood up and brushed off the nonexistent germs on her hands (literally - Macy washes her hands every five seconds. She has at least twenty bottles of various scented hand santizers everywhere.) and began to clean.

"I'm making chocolate chip pancakes," I told Melody as I gathered the ingredients.

"Then, I'll make cinnamon buns. Brewer family recipe," Melody winked playfully. I chuckled, but my grin faded when the word Brewer entered my mind. Melody's smile disappeared too, as she realized what I was thinking. "Nevermind the recipe, I made my own version."

As she began to prepare, I mixed all the right ingredients in one bowl, keeping the dry and wet ingredients in separate bowls (Warning: I know nothing about cooking, I just know that most recipes call for the dry and wet ingredients in separate bowls.) and made sure not to make a mess, or I'm gonna have a field day with Macy. (Not Mom, not Dad, not the staff, Macy Crawford.)

As soon as the steaming pile of pancakes were in even stacks, I turned to find Melody with twelve cinnamon buns on a tray. "Three for each of us," Melody smiled.

"Do you think we're gonna eat it all?" Jemma's teasing voice interrupted, and we turned to see Macy and Jemma standing there, their hair almost completely dried.

"Um..." Melody drifted off, just a tad nervous.

"Definitely," Macy smiled. "We eat a lot, thank you high metabolism."

By the time 6:40 rolled around, every plate was wiped clean and in the sink.

"Man, you guys eat more than I thought," Melody cringed playfully.

"What do you expect? We warned you. Besides, you're a great cook," I grinned, poking her shoulder lightheartedly.

"Hey, you are too!" Melody replied.

"Let's take a shower while Jemma and Macy clean the dishes," I told Melody.

"Hey! I can talk for myself, y'know?" Jemma called as we ran away, laughing.

We got to school fifteen minutes early, and just decided to hang out in the courtyard. All of a sudden, four tall, smiling, and handsome Swathmore Academy boys came up, smiling like there was no tomorrow. When they came closer, I realized the insignia on their duffel bags.

"Black Dragons," I whispered. Melody nodded, her fists clenching. Macy and Jemma froze, and their grips on their bags tightened.

"Hello," I smiled as sweetly as I could.

"Hey honey," one of the shorter ones smiled heavenly and leaned in to kiss my cheek. "My names Brody Carlton." Oh, I thought. They're the boyfriends Mr. Horn talked about.

"Hey Brody!" I made myself look happy to see him and leaned up to give him a peck of my own, whispering in his ear, "Kim Crawford." Then I turned to Melody and my sisters. "Come on, don't be shy! You can kiss your boyfriends in front of me. Just please, not too much PDA," I laughed.

Immediately, the girls relaxed and went to greet their "boyfriends." As other students began to arrive, they noticed the four of us and began to gossip. At least their gossip couldn't be worse than the paparazzi, and worse than that, Mr. Horn.

"I'm signing up for the Pearl of Seaford Contest," I told Brody as I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he wrapped his around my waist, and we sat down on the low stone wall we all were sitting on.

"You are?" He grinned. "You'll win for sure!"

"Really?" I sighed in happiness. "You're the best boyfriend I've had."

"The best of all the rest," He smirked, slightly cockily.

"Also the most arrogant," I teased.

"Hey, you love that about me," He chuckled, giving me a light kiss to the nose. I joined in, my face hurting from all that grinning.

Just then, the bell rang, and I got off him. "I'll see you later," I said. "I miss you already." I kissed his cheek, and turned, but before I could go, he caught my hand.

"I miss you too much, and you haven't even left yet," he whispered in my ear.

My cheeks reddened, and I didn't know what to do until Melody came along, haven already said goodbye to her "boyfriend". "C'mon, we gotta get to class. Bye Brody! Bye Ethan! Love you!" Melody called over her shoulder, blowing a kiss to her "boyfriend."

You could hear Ethan's "Bye Mel! Love you!" as we ran into the building.

Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

Maybe I could forget about Jack.

Even though I'm doing all this to protect him.

Which leads me to think,

Is this really worth it?

Oh. My. God. I actually finished a chapter in two hours. And after slaving over the last chapter of "The Undying."

By the way, I have a FACEBOOK PAGE called "squirmyorchid"! Please like it! (self promotion, sorry.)

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