Better late than never, right? I know it has been a long time since I published a new chapter. I'm really sorry for that. A lot has happened and my time to work on my stories isn't a lot. I hope you understand.

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- I present to you the canteen - Torrie exclaimed when went through one of the doors accompanied by Stacy and Candice. As it was not even noon, the place was almost empty.

- Not the best place to eat in the World - Candice informed Stacy. The famous school's canteen had a few problems in the food's confection. They needed to hire new cooks. - The food isn't great, but it isn't bad either.

- For the amount of money the school receives this should be the best place to eat in World - the honey blonde replied.

Stacy was absorbing all the information Candice and Torrie were sharing about her new school. The three floors building wasn't complex, as it seemed at the beginning. The classrooms were located in the two first floors along with the canteen, the place they were visiting now, the students' association, the professor's room, Vince's office and the secretary. The last floor was exclusive for the magnificent library. It had a big variety of books, which were useful for the paper works the students needed to present to their professors. Even being helpful, most of the time the library would always be desert. It wasn't a place where students liked to spend their free time.

- Now, let's go see the outside - Torrie said pushing Stacy into a new direction. - You haven't seen yet the gyms and the football field.

- The stands are pretty comfortable - Candice spoke. Not only their group of friends reunited on the stands during the breaks, but at the football weekends the girls would always make sure to book a place.

The three girls made their way out of the canteen. Through the school hall, they were confronted by three very familiar faces to Candice and Torrie: Melina, Jillian and Kristal, a black American girl that was the last member of their circle friends.

The vicious Latina's attention was called when she saw the newest student of Vince's private school. Melina was going to ignore them, but the tall blonde made her stop walking. Kristal and Jillian did the same.

- You should be looking for better friends - Melina spoke with her eyes fixed on Stacy. She wanted to know who the blonde was.

- Ignore her - Candice whispered to Stacy's ear.

- Believe me: you won't want to walk around with them. - Jillian and Kristal shared a confused glance between them. At the moment, they wanted to be inside Melina's head to know whatever she wanted to do. - As I told you, you need to choose better friends

- I think I know how to choose my friends - Stacy answered feeling annoyed. She never enjoyed hearing people telling her what to do. Maybe it was the reason she would always get in troubles. Maybe she should start listening to people. But it wasn't the right moment to start listening to them. It was better to leave it for another day.

- You really have bad taste - Kristal commented. Who in their perfect mind would choose those girls over her, Melina and Jillian?

- If she had chosen you, - Torrie replied with her eyes on Kristal - that would have showed how bad taste she has. Now, if you don't mind, we have to go.

- Well, are you sure you want to stay with them? - Melina asked one last time. It was Stacy's last opportunity to leave Candice and Torrie and come with them. - Because with us you would enjoy a lot more your stay.

- As I said, I can choose my own friends. - Little did Stacy know it would bring her more problems to her side than she already had.

A smirk was formed my Melina's lips when she heard the final answer. It was equal to her first answer. The Latina and her friends started walking away from the three girls and went into the canteen's direction.

- Who are they? - Stacy asked after a few moments. Along with Candice and Torrie, she stood on the hall. The plans of visiting the football field were forgotten thanks to the small interruption.

There was no sight of the girls who tried to convince her change her best friend and Candice for their friendship.

- Melina, Jillian and Kristal - Candice answered. Her eyes followed the path the three girls made into the canteen. - Melina is the one with raven hair, and as you noticed she tells the other two what do to. Jillian is the blonde and the only left is called Kristal.

- They hate us and we hate them. - Torrie explained. - We have been acting as arch enemies since Junior's year. Senior year wouldn't be the same without them. - The honey blonde fixed her eyes on Stacy. Her lips formed a smirk. - It's a mutual hate. You know how it works.

Stacy simple ignored her friend's words. She knew about what Torrie was talking. Not even during her summer holidays, she would stay away from troubles. There were moments in her life when Stacy asked herself if she wasn't a magnet of troubles.

- I wonder why they wanted you to be friend with them. - Every single time Melina saw someone hanging out with them, the person's name was written in her black book. Candice felt curious with the invitation. It was the first time it has ever happened.

- I'm sure it was only to make us angry - Torrie replied.

Stacy took a look at her clock. It had spent hour and half since she arrived and she hadn't gone to speak with her uncle.

- If you don't mind, I have to go meet my uncle - Stacy advised them. Saying goodbye, she walked away the faster she could. Stacy had promised to go meet him when arrived. If he figured out she was already at school and already had time to make friends - and a few enemies -, he would murder her.

Just when Stacy disappeared from their view, Candice and Torrie contemplate Amy and Trish walking to them.

- Where is my new roommate? - the petit blonde asked when arrived to Candice and Torrie's side. She took a look around, but there was no sign of a new tall blonde.

- She left a few seconds ago - Candice told to Trish's dismay. She wanted to meet her roommate. - She went to speak with her uncle. - Who, by the way, is Eric Bischoff.

- Do you think if I became friend with her, she will convince her uncle to give me an A?

- Trish, you already have an "A" - Torrie exclaimed. If someone needed an "A" to Math it was her. Numbers weren't her favourite flavour of the month.

- Eric caught me with my blackberry inside his classroom. I don't think he is going to give me an "A" anymore.

After heading to the secretary where, with a big dose of patience, waited for the moody woman to notice her presence, Stacy discovered that her uncle was in the detention room.

The blonde made her way through the halls to go meet her uncle. With a couple of questions to random students, she ended up finding where the detention room was located. It was one of the places neither Torrie nor Candice talked about. Little the two friends know that Stacy would spend precious time inside the forgotten classroom.

At the moment, Stacy was going to enter in the classroom the punished students were leaving it.

The teenager with her blonde hair tied in a ponytail heard voices getting closer of the door. It could be considered weird, but the voices heard seemed familiar. She placed her hand on the knob, but the wooden door was opened by one of the voice's owner.

- Someday I'm going to murder you. Thanks to you, I'm always getting myself into troubles.

- If someone hears you, will think you are innocent as an angel. I'm wondering about your wings.

The door was opened and the blonde stood face-to-face with the last person who spoke. They both froze when their eyes met. It was such a big surprise. It was such an unpleasant surprise.

The boy behind, pushed the last person Stacy wanted to be so closer of her, the last person in the World she wanted to invade her personal space. Their bodies collided. The physic contact was quickly ended, but not enough to stop the feeling of invasion of their personal space. Excuses should be said and the muscles should act. But their brain wasn't working right and only one word came to it.

- You - the two teenagers exclaimed at same time. It wasn't pleasant surprise at all.

The two teenagers were very surprised with the presence of each other. Not even in millions of years they would think to see ever again each other. Well, they thought it could happen, but they would simply avoid it and act as complete strangers. But when you are caught off guard, last thing you think is to pretend you don't know the person who is at your front.

- What are you doing here? - Stacy asked very quickly. It didn't take her time to realize how stupid the question was. Seeing him was a very high possibility - it wasn't a possibility, it was a certain - when she moved to this new school.

His lips formed a smirk to her dismay. An opportunity to keep her mouth closed and she lost it.

- If I can remember right, you are the stranger around here, not me - he replied. - I study here since my Junior year. You belong to...

- No - Stacy interrupted before he could go further. She didn't want to talk about her past. And talking about her old school was a step closer of speaking about her past. And when your old school is a kind of rival of your new school, it is better to keep it quiet. Very quiet. - I belonged. Now, I study here.

- You didn't tell me you were coming to here. If I had known, I would have prepared a Welcome Party.

- I didn't know you were so nice - Stacy replied. Her lips formed a fake smile. - But why should have I told you? We aren't friends, we had never been. We merely have mutual friends.

- Cena, I know you missed her, but we have to go. At least I have to go. - In the sequence of their meeting, they finally noticed Randy's presence. Stacy took her time to realize the second voice belonged to this guy. - We already lost time in this detention room because you decided to sabotage Morrison's motorbike.

- Who in his perfect state of mind would miss her? - John laid his eyes on Randy. Those kinds of commentaries had helped the opportunity of them to having a friendship from zero to none.

- You still nice as I can remember - Stacy mumbled under her breath. John looked at her, as someone who was having fun with the situation, but the blonde simply ignored it. She hated when he did it. - If you don't mind I have more important things to do than lose my time with you.

- Me too. - The idea of spending more than five minutes with Stacy Keibler was worse than spend a day listening to Eric's math class. - If you walk out of my way, you can go whenever you have to go.

Stacy rolled her eyes. Hitting against John's chest with her shoulder, Stacy headed into the room. She saw her uncle on the desk and hoped he hadn't noticed her little fight with her arch enemy.

It was unbelievable how he could make her lose her mind. Not in a good way. Little did she know she would do the exactly same thing to him.

I hope you enjoyed it. I'm sorry for the spelling and grammar mistakes. English isn't my first language.

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Ainat