A/N: Hey guys, I'm absolutely exhausted but super excited because lately, the universe seems to be on my side. So I figured while I'm still on this high, I'm going post another chapter! Also, this one is a little shorter, but things will start to pick up soon, I promise. I hope you enjoy!

Tuesday - 7:08 a.m

Devine Residence

Being late always made Nigel uncomfortable, as if he were disrespecting authority. Lizzie, on the other hand, couldn't care less. It was just his luck that Lizzie's beat to hell because she can't back up without hitting something, Volkswagen Bug broke down, leaving him to drive her to school. Even if it meant being late. The nearly bald teenager tapped his fingers against the steering wheel along to the radio, waiting for her to come outside. After seemingly forever of tapping and staring at the clock radio, anxiously waiting, Nigel saw the front door open and his girlfriend emerge.

"Morning, Nigie," The redhead slid into the red Audi, leaning over to kiss his cheek, trying to ignore the fact that he was very quickly putting the car into drive and speeding out of the neighborhood. She immediately began messing with the radio, switching from classic rock to pop.

"Good morning," He responded as he flicked on the turn signal.

"Somebody's grumpy." She murmured, making Nigel bite down and slowly grind his teeth. He wanted so badly to tell her that he's grumpy because she can never be ready on time. He knew better than to start an argument, knowing that it's not really worth it anyway. "I brought you a coffee; extra dark, just how you like it," She grinned, placing the mug in the cupholder. He took his eyes off of the road for a second and offered his girlfriend a small smile,

"Thanks, Liz," He was counting his lucky stars that it was coffee she made him and not breakfast; the last time he ate her cooking he threw up almost immediately. Lizzie just blamed it on the stomach flu (which was impossible because he had strep throat). He was also thankful that he liked his coffee very simple. After all, it was hard to mess up straight black coffee.

"Yeah, I'm the best and you're the luckiest guy at McClintock High," She grinned and Nigel turned to face her again,

"And you have lipstick on your teeth," He pointed out, causing her to yank down the sun visor and look in the mirror. Vigorously rubbing her teeth with her index finger she shook her head,

"That would've been so embarrassing." She flipped the visor back up and glanced back over at him. A small grin crossed his pale face as he pulled into a parking spot (that was not his normal spot due to being so late). He put the car in park and looked over at her,

"Guess we're both lucky then, huh?" Lizzie smiled and giggled before kissing him,

"Yeah, I guess you're right," The two got out of the car, grabbed their bags and walked into the school hand-in-hand, two minutes before the bell rang for first period. "Hey, Fanny are you feeling any better?" Lizzie asked as she walked into her circle of cheerleaders and jocks.

"Of course not, but since my mom found out about the party, she made me go to school. I'm sick! I could die!" Nigel quietly kissed Lizzie's cheek as Fanny went on about how the stupid Doblemitz twins just HAD to spill beer on the stupid rug! He saw Kuki ever-so-slightly roll her eyes and offered her a small smile.

Walking into first period just as the bell rang, he took a seat in his unassigned assigned seat strategically across the room from Rachel; if he didn't see her, he didn't have to think about her. Not a single student in the classroom was talking, it was like being in a room with zombies. "Woah kids, quiet down." Ms. Lane walked in and laughed at her own joke, as teachers do.

11:06 a.m

McClintock High - Cafeteria

"Okay I know that we're all for girl power and 'we don't need no mans' but I really want a boyfriend," Angeline said, resting her head on her fist. Muffy scrunched her eyebrows together and stuck her tongue in her cheek,

"Do you want a boyfriend because you're lonely and like attention or do you actually want to commit to a relationship?" She asked. Angie shrugged and pushed her rice around with her fork.

"I feel like I'm just lonely." She said. "Like I want a boyfriend to like buy me dinner and hold my hand and play with my hair and stuff." Muffy raised her eyebrow,

"But like? What about sex?" She asked, stabbing a piece of lettuce.

"Muffy. Not everything is about sex." She responded, shaking her head. "You're literally a virgin."

"Hey, a girl can dream, right." She shrugged, making Abby shake her head.

"Why are you two so desperate? High school boys are stupid." She said, pushing her lunch around. For some reason, she didn't have much of an appetite. "Have you seen Anna and Jimmy? Do you really want that?" She mumbled so that no one else would hear her.

"No, Abby, I don't want that. I want a healthy relationship with a good democrat." Angeline responded. Making Muffy nod and agree. Abby rolled her eyes. She genuinely didn't understand the appeal of dating in high school. Boys are so immature and more often than not, they're huge dicks.

"You know what's gonna happen?" Muffy wondered, taking a bite of her salad that was drenched in Italian dressing. "Abby's going to marry her high school sweetheart."

"I don't have a high school sweetheart, fool."

"It's the beginning of September, we have the entire school year." Angie nudged her arm with a smile, once again, going along with whatever stupid conspiracy like thing Muffy comes up with. Last week it was something about how large chain grocery stores 'run out' of brand name items so people are forced to buy their 'shitty' off-brand products. Though Abby did have to admit, Muffy actually had a decent argument for that one. "A lot of things can happen within a couple of months." She grinned, making Abby roll her eyes.

"Nuh-uh- ain't gonna happen."

"Maybe you'll end up pregnant and married at eighteen." Muffy continued, looking at her with her head cocked to the side. Abby glared as Angeline laughed,

"Definitely not."

"Hey, you never know. Like maybe Jimmy will finally lay off the whole 'I'm saving myself for marriage' bullshit and get Anna pregnant." Muffy shrugged, pulling a piece of red onion out of her salad and putting it on her napkin. Abby looked around and then threw a balled-up napkin across the table at her. "What?"

"Don't say things like that!" Abby said, Muffy raised her eyebrows in question, "Because then it will happen!" Abby answered, making Muffy laugh and shrug.

"Come on, we all know he's not giving up the marriage thing." She said. Angie shook her head and rolled her dark eyes,

"I don't really understand, like she gives him blow jobs? And he like has like, you know." She began, not wanting to say it out loud. Abby nodded her head and Muffy started flicking her tongue like a dog lapping up a puddle. "Ew, Muffy, I didn't say it for a reason."

"Whatever." She shrugged and shoved more lettuce into her mouth. "But, Abby, when you do get a boyfriend in these next few months, I have a few requests."

"Oh! Me too!" Angie said, making Abby shake her head,

"Oh my God, no, you guys can't 'make requests' for my non-existent boyfriend."

"Yes, we can. And you're wrong; he exists. He's probably in this cafeteria right at this very moment." Muffy said, looking around, "Maybe he's a freshman." She joked, cracking a smile, making Abby glare.

"Anyway, can he be good at physics? Because I can already tell that I'm going to struggle." Angie asked. And then added, "Someone with half a brain and decent beliefs would be cool too."

"And a hot brother. And rich. And looks old enough to buy alcohol without getting IDed." Muffy added to Angie's list, "And a good sense of humor so that someone around here will finally realize how fucking funny I am."

"Pretty sure I'm the one who's supposed to pick out my boyfriend," Abby mentioned.

"No. We let Anna do that and things are bad. So we're in charge here." Angie said, almost joking. "We're not going to push anything on you. The universe will do its thing and we'll be right, like always, and at your wedding, Muffy will get sloppy drunk and tell everyone about it."

"Wow, can't wait," Abby said sarcastically, making the other two girls burst out laughing.

6:07 p.m

Beatles Residence

"Wallabee!" The blond boy stared at the homework in front of him. And stared. And stared. Read and analyze the poem below. Be prepared to talk about it in class tomorrow. He kept rereading the poem over and over again. But he still couldn't figure out what it meant. Was it about love? Or finding someone? Or something? "Wallabee! Dinner!" He ground his teeth together and kept staring at the poem. He didn't have time to eat. He had to finish this, and then his calculus homework and then physics and anatomy. He wanted to kick his own ass for taking almost all AP and/or college classes. He felt like such a nerd. And then when the nerdiness wore off, he felt like an idiot. Everyone in those classes were geniuses. They were so smart and powerful it was intimidating. Hoagie Gilligan, Rachel McKenzie, and Herbert Bowles were the worst. Abby Lincoln and Nigel Uno weren't as bad, mostly because he knew Abby was cool and whenever Nigel and Lizzie were together, Nigel would always help Wally with homework whenever he asked.

He knew that getting A's and high B's in these classes would be his only shot at getting into a good college. After fucking around his freshman and most of sophomore year, he realized that he was screwed if he didn't raise his GPA, so he set to work. He learned that, surprisingly, if you put a little effort into things, school isn't so hard. At least math and science aren't. English; not so much. "Dinner's ready." Wally jerked his head over to his bedroom door that Joey opened. He casually leaned against the door frame, hands shoved into his pocket, smacking on bubble gum.

"I know, Joey. You think I can't hear Mom's banshee voice? I'll be down when I'm done." He barked making Joey roll his eyes.

"Whatever." He walked away, leaving the door open, mumbling something about stupid teenagers and their stupid hormones. Wally went to yell at him to shut the door, but it wasn't worth it. He put his head and his hands and ran his hands through his hair a little too vigorously. "You're gonna go bald if you keep doing that," Joey called as he walked past his older brothers room once again.

"Brat," He mumbled under his breath still staring at the poem. He figured that if he stared for long enough, the answer would just come to him. He slammed his head against the desk as soon as he heard his mother again.

"WALLABEE! Get down here and eat dinner!"

"I'm coming!" He groaned. He pushed his chair back and glanced at the poem one last time. When nothing came to him he decided to say 'fuck it' and ask Nigel about it tomorrow before class started. It's just a stupid poem anyway, why is analyzing the meaning so important? Clomping down the stairs, he was mentally preparing himself. 'Hey sport, how was school?' 'Are you doing okay so far this year? I know senior year can be very stressful?' 'How was practice? You Mustangs are lookin' pretty good this year'. Sitting down at the table, his mom handed both him and Joey a plate.

Dinner continued, exactly as he expected it to. Stupid questions about him and his life and his grades and soccer and football. He answered all of them with either 'yes', 'no', or some kind of weird grunt. Soon, enough, his parents got annoyed with Wally and his short answers and moved onto Joey; who did the exact same thing.

The four of them fell into silence. The only noises came from the TV that was still on in the living room and the scratching of silverware against the plates. "Oh, Joey. Your soccer coach called today. He has to resign because of some sort of accident that happened." Mrs. Beatles said, making Joey's jaw drop with disappointment.

"What?"

"Sorry, kiddo. Without a coach, there can't be a team."

"That's no fair! I've been looking forward to playing soccer all year!" He whined, putting his fork down and staring at his mom. She sighed and looked at her little boy,

"I know. I really am sorry. But your Dad already has two jobs and I just went back to work." The blonde woman explained while continuing to cut a pork chop. Wally looked up at his little brother who looked like he was near tears he was so devastated. Normally, he would be inclined to make fun of him, but for some reason, he felt bad.

"I could do it." The seventeen-year-old said it before he had a chance to stop himself. Wally's eyes went wide Shit, shit shit. Joey looked at his older brother and subtly shook his head and made a cutthroat motion.

"Oh Wally, that would be great! And a great thing to put on college applications!"

College applications. Screw Joey. "Yeah, I'll definitely do it." He said once again making the ten-year-old glare and shoot him dirty looks. Wally ignored it as his parents praised him. Wally retreating back up to his room and his parents going to call all of the soccer moms left Joey alone at the kitchen table. "Please, no one ask what I think about this." He muttered sarcastically, getting up and walking back upstairs, smacking on a new piece gum and grumbling under his breath.

A/N: As always, I hope you enjoyed. I just want to genuinely thank everyone who has reviewed Most Likely to Succeed, literally, nothing brings me more joy than getting an email saying that someone followed, favorited or reviewed this. I'm working really hard on it, and it's something that I'm proud of and something that I'm having fun writing, so I'm ecstatic that you seem to be enjoying it too. I've got big plans ahead for this fic and I hope I can count on you guys being along for the ride :)

-Maddie