A/N: It's me, ya boi, back with chapter two! I don't really have much to say other than I hope you enjoy!

This is rated T for swearing and other teenage shenanigans and I obviously (and unfortunately) do not own Codename: Kids Next Door.

Friday - 6:59 p.m

McKenzie Residence

"I hate high school. Seriously, Chad, these people are so stupid. I'm not sure who let Mrs. Gene teach AP physics when she literally has no idea what she's talking about. All she talks about is her husband and scuba diving. Good Lord, if I ever had to see that woman in a diving suit I would have to gouge my eyeballs out. And-"

"Rachel." The college boy interrupted. Standing at 6'2, he was almost pure muscle. He managed to get even more attractive after high school when the two began dating. Rachel was an innocent freshman and Chad was the 'lady killer' senior. Funnily enough, Rachel kept his attention long enough to date throughout his senior year. And then up to hers. "I adore you, but I really don't want to think about Gene in a wetsuit." Rachel laughed as she laid back on her bed, facing Chad who was sitting on her desk chair, spinning back and forth.

"The first home game is tonight. Tommy Gilligan is rumored to be a starting wide receiver."

"Gilligan," He clucked his tongue and glanced back towards her, "That name sounds familiar. Isn't he in your class?"

"No, that's his brother. Tommy's a freshman." Rachel knew that Chad hated talking about everything high school related, with the exception of football. And it's not like the two had much else to talk about.

"A freshman? Starting receiver? Either he's pretty damn good or the Mustangs are gonna suck this season."

"From what I've heard, he's pretty good. And Beatles decided to double up; punt and play soccer." Chad smirked and shook his head, making Rachel raise her eyebrows.

"He just wanted the fame of playing football. Sure, he's a kicker, but it's better than just soccer." Rachel rolled her eyes. It's almost as if every guy who plays football sees boys soccer as less. Rachel didn't really get it, especially since soccer is a worldwide sport and football is just American. She tries not to question it anymore, though- last time resulted in a dreadfully long lecture from Chad about why football is significantly better than soccer (and any other sport, for that matter).

"Whatever you say, babe." She shrugged. He smiled and crawled onto the bed with her. As he cuddled up to her and began kissing her neck she groaned. Neither of them could tell if it was out of pleasure or annoyance. He ran a finger down her toned stomach all the way down to her upper thigh where he wrapped his hand around and squeezed.

"Damn girl, you been doing squats?" Rachel laughed and ran her fingers through his blond and product-filled hair.

"Mhm, and if you think my thighs got big, you should feel my butt." The look on Chad's face and in his bright blue eyes was enough to make Rachel laugh even harder. He went back down on her neck,

"Don't mind if I do." He reached around and grabbed her behind, which had admittedly gotten bigger. He chuckled, "Mm, you were right." He continued sucking on her neck and collarbone, Rachel's moans only encouraging him. He only moved when Rachel tugged at his tee shirt, pulling it over his head. Rachel rolled him over so that she was on top, sitting on his hips. She was trying her best to be sexy, even though she was really worried about a hickey showing up and she was really sore from practice.

Her insecurities faded when she felt something hard pushing against the small of her back. He ran his hand up her belly, taking her tee shirt off in the process, revealing her teal sports bra and full moon necklace that she almost never took off.

"God, you're beautiful." Funny how he almost only said that when she was missing clothes.

6:59 p.m

McClintock High - Mustang Stadium

"Is there a reason why I paid four dollars to watch Patton Drilovsky throw a football across a turf field that cost our school way too much money and is the reason that no other sports program can buy anything?"

"Because we're seniors and it's fun."

"We obviously have different ideas of fun," Muffy mumbled under her breath. The other teenager ignored her, turning around to face Abby with a large smile plastered on her face,

"You look hot."

"Actually, Abby's kind of cold," Abby responded, a small grin on her face as Muffy laughed. It was slightly chilly for the first football game of the season and they weren't even close to being dressed accordingly. But they were accordingly dressed for the theme: beach night. Tastefully covered up (kind of) with their unbuttoned Hawaiian shirts and bikini tops with daisy dukes.

"I hate you and your awful attitudes. When will Anna be here?" Angeline wondered as she looked out at the field. One of the perks of being a senior is having access to the bottom of the bleachers with a significantly better view of the game and significantly fewer lowerclassmen screaming behind them. The sun was right in their eyes, though, so all three of them were thankful for the sunglasses.

"Lookin' good ladies!" The three turned as the pretty, bespectacled blonde walked up the stairs and nudged her way between Angeline and Abby. Angeline raised her eyebrows as she glanced at her,

"You look… hot." She said, looking at the jeans and jacket that she was wearing. Sure, maybe the shorts and bikini tops weren't exactly enough to keep the other three warm but Anna was dressed as if it were late October.

"Literally. It's like seventy-five degrees." Muffy pointed out as Anna just shrugged.

"You guys know Jimmy. He doesn't like me dressing like a…" She hesitated as the three girls all simultaneously raised their eyebrows. "prostitute."

"Prostitute may be a bit dramatic," Abby mentioned although she regretted it. She wasn't looking to pick a fight, which was normally what happened whenever James 'Jimmy' Nixon McGarfield was brought into the conversation.

"Yeah, we're dressed for the theme, what's wrong with that?" Muffy wondered, her light eyebrows raised in questioning.

"Nothing! Like I said, you guys know Jimmy."

"Unfortunately," Muffy muttered just loud enough for Abby to hear. She puckered her lips in an attempt to try not to laugh and nodded her head. The four stared out at the turf field, looking at all of the boys in tight, red McClintock Mustang jerseys. The offensive line was gathered in a huddle, signaling that the home team would have possession first. "Is he coming?"

"Yeah, he got held up at work, but he should be here soon."

"Oh, good." Angeline smiled. Always the one to try and mediate arguments between Anna and Muffy (which almost always consisted of either Jimmy or politics), she tried to make everyone happy. It has proven to be difficult, but if the four could make it through freshman, sophomore, and junior year together, they could make it through senior year as well.

"Please rise and remove your hats for the National Anthem, performed by our own Marching 'Stangs!"

The McClintock marching band was notorious for being really, really bad. The brash sounds resembled Roseanne singing the Star Spangled Banner at the Padres game in the '90's. But yet, they were out there, the huge group of kids that (mostly) were picked on, performing for almost the entire town. The four girls stared at the field, filled with sweaty kids in wool uniforms, with raised eyebrows.

Finally, after what seemed like forever (because they accidentally repeated three verses) it was over and everyone (especially the band parents) was on their feet, dramatically clapping their hands together. "Jesus, I just realized we're gonna have to listen to them again at halftime," Muffy groaned, making the other three laugh. As if it was a cue, like they had a duty to lift Muffy Jenkins spirits, the cheerleaders ran out onto the track, pom poms in hand and big, fake smiles plastered on their seemingly flawless faces.

"I feel like the uniforms get more revealing every year." Anna observed, "But it's the same uniform? I don't understand."

"No dude, they just pick smaller sizes every year." Angeline said, "We're too poor to afford new uniforms anyway." They stared at the girls who were at the top of the totem pole; the high school food chain. Her dark eyes landed on one of the three redheads as she said, "You guys hear that Nigel and Lizzie are back together?"

"Again?" Muffy shook her head. "This has been going on for how many years? Six?"

"You guys don't get it; none of you have been in a committed relationship for longer than two months." Anna pointed out, making the three shrug their shoulders. "It takes sacrifice and dedication." Abby rolled her eyes and snorted.

"As if Lizzie could ever sacrifice something."

"Besides, we've all been in relationships. Abby dated that BFOS, and-" Angeline was interrupted by Muffy laughing,

"What the hell's a BFOS?"

"Boy from other school? Duh." She answered as Muffy shook her head, "And Muffy dated Lucas and I dated…" She trailed

"Ted," Muffy snickered, making Abby elbow her side.

"Hey!" Angie's face was turning red, "Everyone makes questionable decisions in middle school!"

"Exactly, except for Abby's BFOS, none of you guys have had a real high school relationship-"

"Oh my God, we get it. Do you want an award or something?" Muffy, always the hothead, snapped. Abby jerked her head over and shook it, mouthing 'Don't'. Muffy just sighed and turned her head back towards the field, where she had the pleasant view of the football players asses in tight red pants.

"Hey, girls," That deep southern drawl was enough to make Anna grin like an idiot and Muffy gag. He barely changed throughout their years in school together; still wore glasses and that stupid cowboy hat, still fat, still has a power complex and still unpleasant to be around. "Hey, baby," He wrapped his arms around Anna and kissed the top of her head. Abby looked at the couple, then both Angie and Muffy.

"I'm gonna go get something to drink, you guys want anything?" Anything to get out of that cramped space where Muffy was inevitably going to blow up, Angie was going to be stuck playing the role as the mediator, as always, Anna was going to cry, Jimmy was going to throw a fit and leave, forcing Anna to go with him.

"Oh my god, Francis Scott Key is rolling over in his grave right now," Bartie laughed, taking his hat off and shaking his sweaty head. It was too hot for those damn uniforms. "We butchered that."

"Made Fergie look good, that's for sure," Kade mentioned, making Hoagie laugh even harder than he already was. He knew that there was nothing funny about screwing up the Star Spangled Banner and embarrassing their school, but that didn't stop him from laughing so hard he was hunched over, feeling like he could vomit any second.

"Jesus, Hoagie, we've fucked up songs before, what is wrong with you?" Virginia asked, adjusting her grip on the saxophone. He was still doubled over,

"We suck! How the hell does a marching band screw up the National Anthem? How the hell does a 5'7 freshman start a varsity football game?" The four other seniors shared the same glance as Hoagie kept on his tangent, "Jesus Christ I'm gonna have to listen to him 'Ooo yeah, I play varsity football. Yeah, I'm friends with Beatles and Drilovsky. I'm gonna get so much pussy!'" He sounded crazy, it sounded like Hoagie P. Gilligan had officially lost his marbles.

"So this isn't about the National Anthem? It's about Tommy?" Herbie wondered, taking a swig of water.

"Of course it's about Tommy!" Hoagie cried out, standing up. "God, this sucks. He's such a douchebag. He's been in high school for what? A week? He acts like he owns the damn place,"

"Jeez, Gilligan, chill out," Kade said, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. God, it was so hot.

"Okay well, he's starting wide receiver, so, along with Drilovksy and Beatles, he basically does own the place. He's gonna be some freshman's nightmare," Bartie pointed out. "Besides, he's been a huge dick ever since his nuts dropped."

"Exactly, why are you so worked up about it now?" Virginia asked, watching Hoagie pace back and forth. Herbie looked up from over his glasses and muttered under his breath,

"Because he has a superiority complex,"

"I don't have a superiority complex!" Hoagie defended himself and began to pace. "I'm gonna have a heat stroke." He tried to wipe the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand, which didn't work at all.

"Hear me out: you want to be better than Tommy because you're his older brother. And now you feel threatened by him because he hangs around the guys that used to beat us up." Herbie stood back up and cracked his knuckles as Hoagie cranked his head towards him and glared,

"Shut up. That's not why." Hoagie said, still pacing. The other four shared the same raised eyebrow look that said 'Yeah, okay'. Their band director walked over, looking obviously flustered and very angry.

"I know that the five of you are seniors and couldn't really care less about the fact that we just destroyed the Star Spangled Banner, but could you please get up on the bleachers and play our football setlist. And Bartie- put your hat back on." He began to walk away before Bartie called after him,

"Hey, Davis!" He turned back around and glared when Bartie began to snicker, "I think next practice we should work on the National Anthem." The five teenagers could see his jaw clench,

"Just play your instruments!" He demanded and then stopped away, making the five laugh. Hoagie stuck his fist out, which Bartie pounded with his own. Not because Bartie being annoying was funny, but because Bartie annoying their balding band-director to the point of combustion was.

10:07 p.m

Fulbright Residence

The music was bumping, there were bottles of alcohol everywhere and the party was in full swing. Fanny was trying not to think about how much trouble she would be in if her parents found out and tried to loosen up and have a good time. But that was hard when she saw the Doblemitz twins tossing an entire glass bottle of vodka back and forth to each other and she couldn't find the only reason she volunteered to have the party at her house in the first place. "Fanny! Hey!" She turned around and smiled at the tall boy who was waving his hand around, trying to get her attention. She walked towards him, trying her best to be sexy despite her feeling her uncomfortably short shorts ride up her butt.

"Hey, you played a great game," She playfully punched his arm, the arm that threw the winning touchdown to freshman, Tommy Gilligan. He smirked, running his fingers through his perfectly gelled hair,

"Eh, it's nothin'." He shrugged, making Fanny internally roll her eyes. Patton Drilovsky humble? Yeah right, not in this dimension. Especially not after winning a football game.

"With that arm, you'll knock Chad Dickson off the record board," She kept flirting. She knew Patton, and any girl that would unashamedly tell him how great he was would definitely get some. And that's exactly what the redhead was looking for.

From across the room, Kuki could feel herself glaring. Not even a week ago she told her friends in the locker room what Patton did, and yet Fanny was over there, obviously trying to get with him. Seeing her fellow cheerleader over in the corner only confirmed her suspicions. Now Kuki knew that she and Patton had (and still have) a thing. She rolled her eyes and took another drink from her red solo cup. She wasn't really sure what was in it, Eva made it for her, but it tasted like cherries.

She kept her eyes on the couple as she leaned on the counter. Fanny quickly glanced over her shoulder and Kuki averted her eyes so that she wouldn't see her watching. Kuki couldn't decide if she was jealous of Fanny or just pissed off that she would turn on her like that. What happened to girl code? Honestly, Kuki felt more and more inclined to drop the cheerleaders completely and become friends with Rachel, because even without context, she was sure that whatever falling out happened was Fanny's fault. And her letting Patton lead her upstairs to her bedroom was proof enough.

"Hey, Kuki." She jumped when she heard the voice beside her, almost spilling her drink. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." She turned and smiled; Nigel was probably the only person at this party who wasn't a conceited asshole.

"No, I was just distracted. What're you doing here? Where's Lizzie?" She wondered, looking around, not seeing the redhead anywhere.

"Lizzie wanted to come and 'show me off' or something obscene like that. I think she had a few too many and is destroying the Fulbright's bathroom." Kuki looked at him, and he guiltily rubbed the back of his neck, "I tried to get in there, but she just yelled at me,"

"Lizzie is a mean drunk, that's for sure." Kuki nodded, swirling what little alcohol she had left in her cup. She didn't want to overdo it, she wasn't a mean drunk, like Lizzie; but a hysterical cryer instead. She figured it was probably a little too early in the school year to make a fool of herself. Nigel chuckled,

"That she is." He took the last swig of his drink and pulled out his phone, "Oh, I've got to get home." He looked at Kuki with a look that made her really jealous of Lizzie. He looked like he felt guilty for leaving his drunk girlfriend, even when she was perfectly safe at her best friend's house. "Will she be okay here?"

"She'll be fine, Nigel. I'll look after her." He nodded his thanks and headed towards the door. She was tempted to leave as well, but she already told her parents she was sleeping over at Fanny's and they would be suspicious if she came home. That, and she knew that she and her five friends would be stuck cleaning all day tomorrow so that Mr. Fulbright would come home to a spotless house. The thought of being stuck with hungover Lizzie, Eva, Fanny, Valerie, and Henrietta was almost enough for her to get blackout drunk.

10:31 p.m

Mel's Diner

"Bartie, we have to be careful," Virginia said, looking around nervously. The diner was almost empty with the exception of a few truck drivers and waitresses, but that didn't stop her from staring out the window like she was expecting the paparazzi or something.

"Gin, no one is here. Besides, if anyone sees us they either won't care or just think it's two good friends hanging out without their normal crew. There's nothing to freak out about."

"But what if-" The dark haired girl began again,

"The only people who actually care are at home. You know Herbie's mom, 'Herbert, if you're not home by 9:45, blah, blah, blah'. Kade is probably masturbating to something gross and Hoagie is too pissed off about Tommy to worry about anything else. We're in a shitty diner, eating shitty cheeseburgers while drinking surprisingly not that shitty milkshakes at ten thirty. Take a chill pill." Bartie finished, pulling his strawberry milkshake closer to him and taking a long sip. "Seriously, though, these milkshakes are pretty good."

"Well, we drove forty minutes for them."

"No, we drove forty minutes because you're paranoid."

"I just don't want things to be weird!" Virginia said. "And they will be. That's what happens when you're the only girl in a group of four guys and then you start dating one of the said guys."

"Hey, you haven't always been the only girl," Bartie said, taking a bite of his french fry. "Remember Kimberly?"

"Yes, I remember Kim. And she only hung out with us because she had a crush on Hoagie." Virginia responded. "I started hanging out with you idiots because I thought you guys were cool, Kim only wanted dick from one."

"Well, she got it. And then she graduated. That's gonna be us in a couple months," Bartie glanced over towards the bright neon sign. The contrast against the dark night sky almost hurt his eyes.

"I just- I just don't want our friendships to fall apart because of us dating,"

"I can't believe you're scared to tell them. You have like a billion tattoos and piercings, but you won't tell a bunch of losers that we're dating?" He had a teasing smirk on his face as she rolled her dark eyes,

"I have two tattoos," She pointed at the semicolon behind her ear and the rose on her thigh, "And three piercings," She then pointed towards her right eyebrow, left nostril and belly button,

"No, you have way more than that," He leaned over and tugged on her ear. She rolled her eyes and laughed,

"Ears don't count," she said. As silence fell between the two and they continued eating Bartie looked at her. She really was the prettiest girl, to him, in the whole wide world. Even when she wears dark eyeliner and chokers and keeps getting her face pierced. Hell, especially when she does those things because they make Virginia, Virginia. "Dude, stop staring,"

"You're just really pretty," He said. She scoffed and rolled her eyes, despite the small blush arising on her face,

"You telling me that I'm pretty won't get me to want to tell anyone any sooner," She laughed. And then a grim look appeared on her face. "You know I hate change and this- this is a big fucking change."

"Dude, I know that you're scared of things changing, but I've got some news for ya: in eight months we'll be done with high school forever. Might as well embrace the change now." He reached across the table and grabbed her hand.

"But…" She sighed and gripped his hand slightly tighter, "It's so scary. We can vote next presidential election. Buy a gun. Which I would never do by the way because this gun violence thing is getting-"

"Virginia. No. I know. Now isn't the time for a gun control speech." He said. She shook her head and let out a deep breath,

"It just... sucks. Growing up sucks,"

A/N: I genuinely planned on publishing this chapter a couple weeks ago, but when push comes to shove, I'm just really lazy. But I would like to thank everyone who reviewed, I absolutely adore reading what you guys think. I hope you enjoyed this chapter (don't forget to review!) and hopefully, next chapter comes out a little quicker :)

- Maddie