Hey... So, like 5 or maybe 6 days ago, it was my birthday... On the 2nd. Amd I decided to give an update as like a gift...? Does that make sense? Sure it does. So anyways, how about as a late birthday gift, give me, uh I don't know... reviews? *nudge nudge wink wink*

In case some of you forgot what happened last time… well, Eddie, Patricia, Mara, Jerome and Jenny are locked in school in a Friday (did I mention that it was Friday? Well, it is…) There's a storm outside, so they can't like, break the window or something. So, they are now locked in school during a storm and they didn't go back to the house because everyone there is high on Mountain Dew. Now, on to the chapter!

Eddie's POV

Then we heard the door creak and the sound of it being locked. Something told me that I was locked in school… with my girlfriend and overly bubbly ex. Ouch, I'll be lucky if I could last an hour with them…

"So… What now?"Jerome asked. I shrugged in response.

"I guess we wait. Wait a minute, what day is it?" I asked, looking at him. Please, please don't let it be the day I think it is…

"It's Friday," Mara answered, "why do you ask?"

"It's Friday?"

"Yes, it's Friday. Why?"

"What do you think?"I said. An awkward silence fell over us before Patricia's jaw dropped in disbelief. I guess she realized she'll be spending over 24 hours with us and bimbo Jenny.

"We'll be stuck here until Sunday, won't we?"Patricia asked, well stated, banging her head against the lockers so hard, that I'm pretty sure there will be a slight dent in the form of Patricia's forehead by Monday.

"Ah, shit."

An hour later (Like… 5 o'clock)

Patricia's POV

Jerome and Eddie had gone off to look around the school for escapes. So, I was alone with Mara and the she-devil. Okay, I have tolerated her for the past hour. But I can't stand her. She talks so much and doesn't stop. I would really love to duct tape her mouth shut and tie her to a chair if I had the duct tape or the rope… If only… The possibilities are endless if I had duct tape…

"And did you know that she likes to date older guys over younger ones? Like, why would she do that? Younger guys are so much hotter. Like, serious-" She started before I cut her off. She's lucky I don't have duct tape.

"Please, Jenny. I do not want to hear another word about Taylor Swift's like of older men. And frankly, I don't care. So, please, Jenny. Shut up." She shot me a dirty look and opened her mouth before Mara raised her hand in front of her face.

"Both of you. Patricia, don't. Just, don't-" She started before Jenny had cut her off.

"See! She wants to listen to me! Right, Mara?" Jenny asked, shooting me another dirty look.

"No. I don't, Jenny. Honestly, I don't care what Taylor Swift does. She could hook up with a trash can for all I care (AN: My cousin said this once. No offense to anyone who would take offense in this. Does that make sense?). Just, shush. Both of you. Jenny, don't talk. Patricia, don't maim her."

"I'd like to see her try," Jenny said, sending me yet another dirty look.

"Oh, you little-" And yet again, I get cut off. The little ass.

"Bring it, bitch," she challenged, narrowing her eyes. "I'd like to see you try."

"Guys, there must be a rational way to deal with this. I mean,-" Mara had started, but she was ignored.

"Oh, so I'm the bitch? Now who's trying to steal whose boyfriend?"

"Eddie, you mean? Oh, he was never yours, honey."

"Excuse me?"

"That's right, bitch," she said, crossing her arms over her chest. Seriously? Is bitch all she could say?

"Is 'bitch' really all you could say? That's pathetic. I wonder why Eddie even liked you." She gasped in over exaggerated shock and flipped her hair arrogantly.

"For your information, I'm smart-" I heard Mara scoff in the background and muttered something that sounded like 'smart, my ass.' "-I'm fashionable, I'm beautiful and guys like me. Unlike you," She sneered. I raised my eyebrows in amusement.

"Smart? A rock would have a higher IQ than you do. Fashionable? We wear uniforms. Beautiful? Are you serious? And you know guys, they go for cheap stuff." I heard Mara mutter an 'oh, burn', behind me.

"You, bitch!" She shrieked. See? Uncreative. But I sure as hell did not see her next move coming. Come on, I dare you to guess what she did. No one? Okay. She freaking jumped me. For such a skinny girl, she sure as heck weighed a ton.

"What do you eat? Rocks? Damn, you're heavy." But she didn't reply. Instead, she did the most disrespectful thing to do in a fight, ever. She bitch slapped me. And damn, she has nails.

"That's it," I muttered, kicking her off me. Did I mention that she was on top of me on the floor? No? Well, she is- wait, she was. She gasped dramatically and got up on her feet; so did I.

"Ugh! You broke my nail! I can't believe you! I just had these done!" She shrieked again, slapping me across the face. I raised my eyebrows in amusement, though the blow did hurt. I'll fix that later. I punched her, straight in the nose; making it bleed and probably break. Oh well, can't take it back now.

"I'm gonna go clean up," I said, nodding at a speechless Mara before walking off. There were a few bleeding diagonal cuts across my face. Well, that's gonna be pretty hard to fix, won't it?

Eddie's POV

Jerome and I had gone around the school, trying to find an escape somehow without damaging the school property.

"So, what's up with that Jenny girl? She creeps me out."

"Honestly, I don't know. She creeps me out too. I mean, what happened to the girl I had been TP-ing so many houses with?" I sighed dramatically, shaking my head. Jerome chuckled.

"Come on, let's go before Patricia and Jenny maim each other." Then I heard a a girly high-pitched shriek in the distance, the general direction of where the girl were.

"Hey, maybe Jenny just broke a nail or something," I reasoned and he nodded. But then we heard another ear-piercing shriek;

"You bitch!" Jerome looked at me and I just shrugged helplessly. I guess I was wrong.

So, QOTD: If you had to name a band what would it be? Why and what type of band? Could any of you sing or play an instrument (if you can, mention)? I'm simply curious. It's 1 in the morning; review, bye!