Caleb Tucker Must Die Chapter 5: Shame, Shame, a w.i.t.c.h. fanfic

Sorry for the late update ._. Mom took the computer, and I can't update my stories from my phone. But, here it is!

And sorry about the crudeness in this chap, but thats how the movie went o.o lol

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School became a whole new ballgame after that night. I knew I wasn't going to be a loner for the day, but I didn't know exactly how that would play out. Classes went startlingly fast, and went way more event-less then I expected – till Lunch. As soon as I exited Government (One of my less favorite classes, I should mention – no seriously I hate it!) I noticed a note on my locker.

Come to the Learning Center

Hay Lin

"Looks like someone has an important date," Taranee laughed, adjusting her glasses as she stuffed books into her locker.

"I know... lucky me, right?" I retorted, ripping the note of my locker.

The place was definitely hard to find, it was tucked pretty far in the front building. Just when I figured I was more lost then a old lady at a crosswalk, I spotted the door that read Learning Center. (Talk about lucky, right?)

There were a few computers, along with students, a ton of books and a wide window that overlooked the lobby. It was as quiet as the library, and it was actually quite peaceful... for a while.

"Hey Will," Hay Lin greeted. I waved and was going to ask why we were here, when the doors swung open, and graced us with the sight of Irma and Cornelia.

"Learning Center? Who knew this was here?" Irma asked, inspecting the inside of the place.

"Its a school, Irma, how could it not be here?" Cornelia rolled her eyes and grabbed Irma's hand before as she distractedly wandered off, while Hay Lin looked out the window.

"Look at him! Strutting his stuff like he owns the place!" She lamented, folding her arms. We all looked out the window to see Caleb surrounded by a pack of boys, laughing, fist bumping, and having a generally good time.

"Well... he does." Irma shrugged.

"For now." Hay Lin added, with a smile. "This way."

She lead us past a few doors, until we reached a room that seemed like a giant janitors room. There were papers, printers, and general office materials everywhere. There were also TVs and computers, so it must have been used often. Maybe this is where they do the Student Council meetings?

"Don't touch anything," She warned.

"Wow." Irma mouthed. She nudged me in the stomach with her elbow to point at the staggering dust that had accumulated on top of a printer.

"You spend way too much time in afterschool programs." Cornelia commented.

Hay Lin went to turn on a projector while we almost automatically gravitated to a seat. "Thank you." She answered sweetly. "Irma, can you get the lights?"

Seeing her confused face, Hay Lin went on. "Its the remote... labeled light?"

The room dimmed down, and the projector shot out a picture of Caleb, shirtless, with his trademark smile. Did it suddenly get hotter in here or was that just me?

"Will," Hay Lin said, gesturing to the display. "Do your thing."

"My thing?" I asked, confused. What did they want me to do? Lecture them or something? "Right... my thing."

I stood up nervously, switching my looks from them to the projected picture. "What... is it … that.. (I was literally making it up as I went) .. attracted you to -"

"Hey! I like where shes going with this." Hay Lin piped up. "We need to define Caleb. He's like a statue, wrapped in a painting, in a frame made of muscles!"

Cornelia nodded and Irma raised her eyebrow. I sat back down, both relieved and confused that I didn't have to be the teacher anymore.

"But what makes him tick?" Hay Lin continued. "That charm? The smile? His perfect tan? What is it girls? Dig deep!"

"Its everything," Irma answered. All eyes fell on her as she continued her point. "Its his eyes, his lips..."

Hay Lin moved to the laptop and started to list his features as Irma listed them. It showed up on the projector too.

"...His chest, the way that when he holds you, his whole body kind of tightens and -"

"Uh? We all know what happens when boys get happy!" Cornelia interrupted.

"NOT what I meant!"

"Guys, save it for Caleb!" Hay Lin warned the warring ladies. "We all agree he's hot, but what do we do?"

"Well, in cheer, we usually tear down the other team by undermining their confidence. Make them feel lame." Cornelia listed.

"I don't think this is a time for 'U-G-L-Y you ain't got no alibi'?" Irma retorted.

Cornelia emitted an angry scuff. "Shut up!"

Geez, those two go at it like an Italian married couple. I stifled a laugh and continued to watch the situation unfurl.

"Well , I hate to admit this.. Cornelia has a point." Hay Lin noted. She looked at me. Uh oh, I better say something.

"Right," I added. "And since Caleb's game is that he always has a date... to get even with a guy like that, you'd have to make him... un-datable."

A wide set grin appeared on Hay Lin's face. "U-n-d-a-t-a-b-l-e," She typed into the computer. The words appeared in big red letters across his face, before his picture blew up and fell into little animated pieces. "The systematic destruction of all that is Caleb Tucker."

"And girls?" Cornelia had a devious smile. "I have an idea."

And so thats how she ended up in the middle of the forest, with a french man and a half-naked Caleb. Of course, Caleb would have never agreed to go topless in the middle of nowhere with a stranger and his girlfriend and a ton of cameras, but who could say no to Cornelia?

"I should've said no," Caleb muttered, shivering. You'd think the forest would be warm, right?

"Oh, psh! I'm telling you babe," Cornelia cooed, fixing his hair slightly. "I can make your looks work for you. Right Raphael?"

The french man looked up from his camera, and nodded vigorously. He was happy someone took the job, since no-one had wanted to sign up for it.

"You know, Raphael knows my mom. And he shoots for Vogue, L, GQ..." She stepped away from Caleb, giving him a once-over, before backing up so the shoot could begin. "And of course he did all my yearbook photos since middle school – on recycled paper." She finished, with a big smile.

"Okay Caleb," Raphael started. "The trick is just to relax, and behave naturally, yeah?"

Caleb exhaled with relief and relaxed, having been nervous about the whole situation. It was hard to understand his English, seriously what country is he from?

"Now pout for me Caleb, POUT!" Raphael yelled suddenly, flicking his camera into action. Caleb jumped and tried his best to pout. Cornelia erupted in giggles.

"What?" Caleb asked, feeling hurt. "Did I look funny?" The camera went off again while he asked, causing him to flinch and blink his eyes weirdly.

"No, I just … thought of something funny that happened earlier. You're doing great babe!

"Uh -" Caleb started.

"No more pouting! Angry face! Make me hate you! Hate me!"

"But I -"

"Nice nice, now hold your arms up! You're a big tree! A big angry tree!"

Cornelia almost felt bad for Caleb, as she watched him wave his arms stupidly with just about the awkwardest face she'd ever seen on a male, but the feeling went away.

"Yeah.. that's good." She assured.

She lied. That was the worst thing she'd ever seen. She contained a smile as Raphael barked out faces and poses while Caleb desperately tried to listen. It was just ridiculous. But ridiculousness was just what she needed for this plan to work. But seriously, if anything, those pictures should go on National Geographic, not Vogue!

She smiled again, giving Caleb a thumbs up when he looked helplessly at her. This will teach him not to cheat!

The next day we all gathered at the movies, eager to see our plan develop. I wasn't to clear on the plan, but I think I wasn't the only one.

"So what are we doing again?" Irma asked.

We had just arrived to the movie theater, and after patiently waiting in the Snacks line without any real conversation, Irma had asked what we were all thinking.

"You'll see," Cornelia simply answered, looking upwards at the menu. She had put her hair in a ponytail, and it definitely complimented her face. It made me wonder why Caleb would cheat anyway – they were all so beautiful. I suddenly felt alone. They were beautiful, but what about me? I probably looked weird amongst these girls – three hotties and a weirdo.

I smiled in spite of myself, and Cornelia caught my eye. She raised an understanding eyebrow, nodding her head towards the entrance, where Caleb was entering with some blonde arm-candy.

"Its him! Hide!" Irma whispered, and both she and Hay Lin ducked under the counter. The cashier at the snacks booth scratched his head.

"Uhm... ladies? Are you going to order?"

"Yes, I'll have a..." Cornelia started, leaning over the counter. "Oh, do you have Diet Coke?"

"Uh, hello? Don't you see him? He's gonna see us and -"

"He is too wrapped up in his date to even see us." She countered, then continued her order. "And a SuperDoubleLarge popcorn!"

It was true, Caleb hadn't looked up once since we walked in. That might have been because his date wore a low cut shirt. (Yeah, the kind that shows all the goods when you bend over.) Anyway, his eyes were busy for the moment. After getting our popcorn – Irma immediately dug in – we trailed him until he reached the theater. The movie was Attack Of The Unknown, a zombie flick. We all collectively rolled our eyes, but entered anyway. Caleb and his current beau sat rather close to the front, while Cornelia lead us to the very top.

"We'll want a good view for this," She promised.

"As long as I can hold the popcorn," Irma mumbled.

As we sat down, the movie theater quieted. We could hear bits and pieces of Caleb's conversation.

"I mean, what are humans here for, if not to make horses out of clay?"

The blonde smiled coyly and sipped from his drink. "I'm so glad you feel that way," She answered, sounding relieved.

The lights dimmed down and I pulled my attention away from them to glance at the screen. What I saw almost made me choke on my popcorn.

"Will? You okay?" Irma asked, stuffing another handful in her mouth.

I could only point at the screen. Just then, Cornelia smiled as both Irma and Hay Lin's mouths dropped open.

On the screen, was a giant picture of a shirtless Caleb. He looked funny, like he was trying to pout, or something. But what was eye-catching was the words that read in bright yellow: Just another cute face?

Cornelia innocently sipped on her Diet Coke.

"Hey, thats you!" The date proclaimed to a nervous Caleb.

"Uh, uh yeah I model. Part-time."

"Really? I didn't know that."

The screen faded and came back with another picture of yours truly, this time with an angry (or at least I thought – it really looked weird) face of Calebs. The letters were bigger this time, reading : Or the face of GENITAL HERPES?

The theater chorused shouts of "Eww" and "Omg!'s".Irma finally stopped munching at this and laughed out loud. "Brilliant, Cornelia. Just brilliant."

"What? Oh, I, I don't have that." Caleb started to explain. I didn't need to see her face to tell that she was disgusted.

It faded out again. When it came back, Caleb had his hands raised over his head with a wide smile. The letters were huge, and read: THERE'S NOTHING CUTE ABOUT HERPES.

Right under his picture, were words stood out more then anything: I know I have it!

The theater exploded in cahoots. Caleb's date had been taking a sip of his drink, but she pulled off of it so fast that even we could hear the pop of her lips coming off. She shot up, holding her hand over her mouth.

"I got to go! That's just – ew ew ew!" She wailed as she edged past his seat, before fleeing out of the theater.

We all tried to contain our laughter, but it was starting to be hopeless.

"Hey!" He shouted to everyone in the theater, after someone pointed out he was the guy. "This is not real! I only model a guy with herpes!"

"Yeah right!" Someone shouted. Everyone laughed and jeered. Irma threw a handful of popcorn at him, starting a shower of popcorn and condiments flying upon his head. He sighed angrily and stalked out of the theater, obviously seething as someone yelled "Went to a free clinic, Tuck?"

We high-fived and congratulated each other. It was a mission well done, right?

"I dunno about you guys, but I'm staying for the movie." Irma suggested. Hay Lin agreed, and eventually we all did. Even the really scary scenes couldn't remove the smiles from our faces. We were on top of the world.

But, we forgot rule number one in warfare. Never underestimate the enemy.

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There might be a few mistakes, I had to rush writing it T-T. But RNR! the next chapter will be a doozy. Will and girls finds out what a challenge Caleb Tucker can really be! Stay Tuned!