A/N: Hi! Welcome back to Most Likely to Succeed! Sorry, I've been lacking lately, I still love you guys and this fic! Anyways, I hope you enjoy and still I don't own Codename: Kids Next Door, believe it or not.

Friday - 9:02 a.m

Drilovsky Residence

Fanny groggily nudged her head into the pillow as she heard her phone going off. She was confused about why Def Leppard was playing; she hated Def Leppard. That was when she realized that the 'pillow' was Patton's bare shoulder and the terrible music was coming from Patton's phone and that she had spent the night in Patton's house. "Shit, Patton, I told you we couldn't do this anymore!" She exclaimed, making the dark haired boy stretch his arms up and then wrap one around Fanny,

"You're the one that called me, baby." He kissed the top of her frizzy red hair. She hated him. She hated that he had complete control of her, she hated that she was so infatuated with him. It's not like she wanted to fall in love with the guy that broke Kuki's heart. She sighed and shoved him off of her. "Do you seriously not remember last night?" She jerked the covers off, horrified to see that she was naked.

"No, I don't. I don't want to either." She could hear her accent coming through, like it always did was she was frustrated. Fanny didn't know what it was that made her feel so connected to Patton, but there was something. And that something was so strong, it made her throw girl-code out the window. She laid back down, deciding that there was no way she was going to get up and let him see her naked. "Why did you break things off with Kuki?"

"Do you really want to talk about that?" He ran his fingers through his hair. Upon closer look, she realized that it wasn't gel in his hair, it was just really greasy. She nodded and with that, Patton began talking. "Wally was mad. He said that I-uh, he basically said that I wasn't good enough for her." Fanny's eyes got wide and she jerked up, no longer caring that her boobs were out,

"Are you telling me that this is only happening because you're good enough for me, but not Kuki?!" She screeched. His dark eyes rolled as he shook his head,

"No, Wally only said that because he has a thing for her. And I respect bro-code." He gave Fanny a sly side-eye glance, making her punch him hard in the shoulder, "Hey! Watch it, I'm a quarterback,"

"That's not funny." She said, Patton shrugged. Actually, it was sort of funny. Fanny Fulbright was notorious for breaking girl-code and everybody knows it. Rachel and Kuki especially, with them both being first hand victims. "You're such a jerk." She laid back down and covered herself up once again. Patton, on the other hand, pulled the covers off of himself and got up. Fanny couldn't help staring at his pale, toned butt as he pulled on a pair of boxers.

"I'm gonna go make breakfast. Want something?"

"Only if you bring it in here." She said as he opened his bedroom door. He shrugged. As he was out the door and halfway down the hall almost to the kitchen he heard Fanny shout, "Pancakes!" He shook his head as a small grin crossed his face. Mixing the pancake batter and then pouring it into the pan, he jumped when he heard a voice behind him.

"Hey, you know your girlfriend is naked in your bed, right." Patton rolled his eyes and grabbed a spatula from the drawer. His brother reached on top of the fridge to grab a box of Raisin Bran (because the tasty, sugary cereals were banned in the Drilovsky household).

"Obviously, I know that." He almost added 'She's not my girlfriend' but stopped himself.

"Dad would be pretty pissed if he found out." He poured the cereal and grabbed a can of beer from the fridge. Patton raised his dark eyebrow and flipped the pancakes over.

"What're you gonna do? Snitch?" He asked, watching his brother pour the beer over the cereal, almost making him gag. "That's gross." He mentioned.

"We're out of milk." The older Drilovsky boy grabbed a spoon from the drawer and began eating. Patton shook his head, "I'm not gonna snitch; I'm just tryin' to tell ya to be careful." Patton rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like 'whatever', and then went back to focusing on not burning the pancakes. The last thing he wanted to do was give Fanny another thing to complain about.

10:23 a.m

Uno Residence

Bed-ridden for two weeks, Nigel was almost to the point of combustion. He was supposed to be at practice, getting ready for McClintock's seventh meet. He was supposed to be outrunning Rachel for the school record. He grinded his teeth together and mentally kicked himself for what he said when there was adrenaline (and some morphine) coursing through his body. He didn't even like Rachel most of the time, let alone love her. He loved Lizzie. He slammed his head against his pillow, wincing when he felt the pain in his knee flare up again. He hated that he held her hand. He really hated that she ran to him when she saw that he was down. It made him feel guilty. It was hard to hate Rachel when she kept giving him reasons not to.

He hit his head hard on the bed frame as he tried to sit up when he heard footsteps. Both of his parents were at work and he couldn't defend himself from a burglar with his crapped-out leg. He winced from the pain and sighed when he saw Lizzie. She looked oddly messy. Normally Lizzie was wearing an outfit that would take her forever to pick out, with her hair straightened and her makeup flawless. But today she was wearing an old sweatshirt and running shorts with a hole in the left buttcheek. Her red hair was braided, with baby hairs sticking up everywhere. Her face was blotchy and her pimples weren't concealed with her usual cosmetics. "Hi," She offered him a small smile, for once she was timid. It was like she was almost scared of him freaking out.

"Hey," He mumbled. Pathetic. Pathetic was the only word he could think of to describe himself. He hadn't showered in two days and his brown hair, as little as he may have, was disgusting and he was almost sure that he smelled like B.O. She sat down on the bed and ran her fingers through his hair.

"I know that you're absolutely devastated, but you can't lay in bed forever." Her tone was different than normal. Her normal bossiness was replaced with a sort of gentleness. He sighed and nodded. He knew that. He just wasn't quite ready to accept it. She looked down and rubbed his arm. "How about this: you shower and then we can go get lunch. It'll do you good to get out the house." She suggested with a small smile. He almost said no. But instead he just nodded. "Do you… Do you need help?" He noticed her quickly glance at his knee and then back up at him with a guilty look. He shook his head and tossed the covers off of his body. He could feel his heart pounding, he definitely could not hold himself up, especially after barely moving for so long. But he sure as hell wasn't going to admit that. She wordlessly stood up and handed him the crutches that were leaning against the wall.

As coordinated as Nigel Uno was, he could not for the life of him, figure out how to use crutches. They were awkward and he couldn't adjust them to the exact perfect height and honestly, they really hurt his armpits. "Nigel-" He jerked his head back from the door frame where he was standing. Lizzie was still sitting on the bed, with a sad look across her face. "Are you sure you don't need help."

"I'm seventeen-years-old, I don't need help taking a shower." Lizzie rolled her eyes. God, he could be so stubborn.

"You're seventeen with a major knee injury. There's absolutely nothing wrong with asking for help." She mentioned. She couldn't see his face, but Lizzie knew that Nigel rolled his eyes.

"There's also nothing wrong with not needing help in the first place." And with that he hobbled out the door, down the hall and into the bathroom. As soon as she heard the door slam, she walked out to the hallway and right outside the door, wanting to be able to hear if something happened. Because knowing him, he would just sit there all day. Lord forbid the all mighty Nigel Uno ever ask for help.

After seemingly forever, he finally emerged from the bathroom, soaking wet and completely naked. "I need clothes," He said, trying to ignore the fact that she had been waiting right outside. She quickly got up from the floor and went into his room before he had the chance to hobble down the hall. She grabbed a tee shirt that had nothing to do with track or cross country on the front, a pair of athletic shorts and a pair of underwear. She bit her lip and grinned as she tossed him his clothes one at a time, so that he could put them on.

"Nice tighty whities." She laughed. He struggled a little to get them on, but he managed without any help. He rolled his eyes, but there was a smile playing on his lips as well,

"Ha. Ha. Very mature." She tossed him the rest of his clothes and let him finish dressing before they came up with a game plan to get him down the stairs. Turns out, the best idea was for him to slide down on his butt. Lizzie laughed, watching him from the bottom of the stairs. As soon as he was on his feet again he picked out his wedgie and went towards the kitchen, grabbing his painkillers.

"Is this the first time you've taken those today?" Lizzie wondered, pointing at the prescription bottle. Nigel nodded and swallowed them with a sip of lukewarm Diet Coke that had already been sitting in the counter.

"Yes." No. He winced as a sat down at the table, staring at his knee. It was swollen and held into place until surgery by a huge inconvenient brace. The odds of him actually tearing his ACL while just doing sprints were so slim, he wasn't really convinced that it was his ACL. That kind of injury happens to basketball and soccer players. Not cross country runners. He was supposed to sprain his ankle and then get back to running a week later; not completely tear a ligament and probably not get back to running until late track season. By then it would be pointless anyway; Rachel will already be holding the record. "I don't think I can get back up." He looked back up at Lizzie who had already grabbed her car keys. "I also don't think I can get in the Bug."

"I didn't drive the Bug." Puzzled, Nigel looked out the window and saw a huge SUV sitting in his driveway.

"Where did you get that monstrosity?"

"It's my sister's." She shrugged, and then gently grabbed his arm, "Come on, Uno, we've made it this far." Once again, he almost said no. But instead, he figured that Lizzie was right; they had made it this far. Might as well get something out of it.

11:49 a.m

Virginia Tech University

Waking up early on her day off and driving for two hours wasn't exactly how Rachel wanted to spend it. But, Rachel did want to spend it with Chad and since he had classes, her only choice was to drive to him. Besides, Rachel thought it would be kind of cute to surprise him with lunch. She didn't mind as much once she got coffee pumping through her veins and she finally found a radio station that didn't have annoying talk show hosts discussing the latest mainstream scandals. Walking across campus, trying to navigate everything, she felt almost giddy to see Chad. She also felt both giddy and anxious thinking about how this was going to be her next year (albeit, on a different campus).

Finally coming across his dorm, she walked into the elevator and pressed the six button. She always wondered why he didn't join a frat. Chad would fit perfectly in any Alpha-Beta-Bullshit. She didn't ask.

Opening the door that was surprisingly unlocked, she felt her both her jaw and her heart drop. There was Chad, her boyfriend of nearly four years, in bed with some big-boobed brunette. She didn't even feel her grip on her coffee cup loosen until it was on the carpet and her brand new white Nike's. "My carpet," Chad stared at the pool of liquid on the floor as Rachel scoffed,

"Your carpet?" She couldn't really believe her eyes. The girl rolled over and covered herself up with the blanket that Rachel got him for Christmas a few years ago when he complained about how cold his dorm was. "Are you fucking kidding me, Chad?!" The shock had subsided. The plastic bag that was filled with two styrofoam boxes of Chinese food, she had the urge to either slam on the ground or throw at his head.

"What are you, his little sister, or something?" She felt her face twist into something ugly. She wanted to scream and yell and beat the mother-loving crap out of Chad. But instead, she stepped over her spilt cup and placed the bag on his clutter-filled desk. She tried not to think about how he didn't have any pictures of her in his dorm; he must have taken them down since the last time she was there.

"Hope you two like Chinese," She muttered. Chad hopped out of bed, completely naked.

"Rachel, wait." He reached for her arm, which she jerked back. She shook her head and bit her tongue. Don't cry, McKenzie. Keep it together. She let out a shaky breath and shook her head, walking out the door. He followed her, obviously not caring about his lack of clothing. "It's not what you think; I'm sorry." He spoke. She kept walking. She couldn't even stomach to look at him, despite the tiny part of her wanting to him to follow.

He didn't.

She stalked back across campus, embarrassed and convinced that all of the college kids were secretly making fun of her. Keep it together, you little shit. Don't you dare cry. Finally, in the comfort of her car, she let out a heart wrenching sob. She placed her hands on the steering wheel and slammed her head against it, not even caring if she hit the horn. She felt a physical cracking in her chest and Rachel had never hated herself more than she did in that very moment. Pathetic.

7:02 p.m

Sims Residence

Hoagie tapped his thumb impatiently against the steering wheel. He told Virgina to be ready at 6:50, and yet he was stuck waiting in the driveway. He thought about going in, but he knew that if he went in, he wouldn't get out for at least forty-five minutes. Virginia's parents are talkers. They talk and talk and talk and talk and Hoagie, Bartie, Herbie and Kade let them talk because they don't mind the four of them crashing their basement. The volleyball game started two minutes ago, and it would take them at least ten minutes to get to the high school, even with Hoagie's speeding habit. He sent Virginia another text right as she emerged from the front door. Gracefully sliding into the Subaru, she raised her eyebrows, "What's your problem?"

"I told you to be ready twelve minutes ago." He backed out of her driveway and she rolled her eyes, tugging her seatbelt on.

"If you wanted to be on time, you should've asked Herbie to go with you." She said, already messing around with the radio. "Besides, I'm doing you a favor."

"Whatever."

"About that, why did you just ask me?" She leaned back in the seat once she finally found a radio station that she liked. "Is it like a date or somethin'?" She teased, making him scoff and roll his eyes, "It's okay, Hoagie, I know I'm hot."

"Yeah, right, Bartie would beat the shit out of me," He mentioned. "What?" He looked over at Virginia, whose face went dark and panicky,

"Did he tell you?"

"That you guys are dating? No." She let out a sigh of relief and then glanced back over with her dark eyebrows raised, "You'd have to be braindead to not realize," He answered her unspoken question.

"So does that mean-"

"No, I don't think Herbie and Kade have any idea," He answered, "I'm not sure why you guys are being so secretive. We're your best friends. It feels kinda… cheaty."

"It would be weird." She answered. "And don't say it wouldn't be, because it would.

"It really wouldn't. We've been waiting for this since middle school," He pointed out as he pulled into the parking lot that was admittedly a little too full for a high school volleyball game.

"Well isn't it a little cheaty that you asked me to come with you to this stupid game instead of them?" She tried to change the subject, which Hoagie noticed, but let it slide. He figured they would come around eventually.

"I don't want to hear pervy comments every thirty seconds." He answered. Getting out of the car and locking it as the two began walking towards the entrance.

"So why are we here anyways?"

"I'm here to shut down whatever sick fantasy my brain has decided to latch onto. And you're here so I don't look like a sad loser."

"You look like a sad loser, regardless." She smirked, which made him sarcastically laugh. "What kind of fantasy?" He shook his head, and ran his finger through his unruly curly hair.

"Nope."

"Come on, Gilligan! You know my secret, I wanna know yours." She kept nudging him as the two walked to the clearest spot on the bleachers. Unfortunately, Hoagie had the perfect view of the girl he was trying to get his mind off of. Virginia followed his stare and gasped, "Muffy Jenkins!"

"No."

"Angeline?"

"No." She kept staring in the same direction. The four seniors were out on the court in a small huddle. It looked like Muffy was about to rip Anna's head off and Abby and Angeline were trying to calm them down.

"It's not Anna?" She questioned, looking down the bleachers towards Jimmy and his obnoxiously large cowboy hat.

"Correct." She continued to point out the few other girls that we younger than them that were also on the team before glancing back over at him with her eyebrows raised.

"Hoagie. Abby Lincoln? She's like… way outta your league." Virginia pointed out making Hoagie sigh and glare,

"Yeah, I'm aware. That's why I'm here."

"Your plan fuckin' sucks." She deadpanned. The two sat in silence as the game continued. For as smart as Hoagie was, he had absolutely no idea what was going on. "What's going on?"

"I don't know Virginia, I play the saxophone, not volleyball." He responded, making Virginia stick her tongue out and roll her eyes.

"I'm sure you looked it up. Kinda like how I'm sure if I look on your Instagram, hers is the most searched." It took everything out of him to try and stop his cheeks from turning red. She would be right about the latter, but for some reason he never even thought about looking up the rules of volleyball.

"Whatever." She nudged him again and smiled.

"I like this Hoagie." She glanced over at him, proud of herself for finally getting his face to turn red. "Way better than cynical, sarcastic Hoagie."

"I'm still cynical and sarcastic." He muttered darkly, making the girl beside him laugh.

Here's the thing about volleyball: most of it is incredibly boring. But that didn't stop Hoagie from staring at the girl who was standing in front of the net. From what he's picked up on so far, Abby was always in the middle. She seems to be pretty good at it too, not that he was surprised. Abigail Lincoln has a reputation for being good at everything. Although Hoagie was infatuated throughout the whole game, Virginia grew more and more restless with each point. "I'm bored."

"Okay."

"Seriously, Hoagie. Why are we here?" She wondered, "It's unhealthy. It's stalkerish."

"It's not stalkerish. It's an infatuation. It's a spark that I'm spitting and stomping on. Just let me finish the game so I can get some sort of closure." He defended himself, not taking his eyes off of the court. Virginia rolled her dark eyes and twirled her dark hair between her fingers. Virginia let out a moan of relief and mentally reminded herself to never go out alone with Hoagie again as she stood up once the final match was over. The Lady Mustangs had pulled off another win. Based on Abby's Instagram, this win would turn their undefeated record from seven wins to eight.

Abby's smile made his heart flutter. It made him want to rip his heart out of is chest and piss on it for making him feel so infatuated with a girl he had no chance with and really didn't even know in the first place. He looked up from his scruffed sneakers and felt his stomach drop as he made eye contact with her. Without even hesitating, she smiled and waved. He couldn't help glancing behind him, to make sure she wasn't looking at someone else. Looking back down at her, he lifted his hand and grinned.

"Well. At least she knows you exist." Virginia said. Hoagie didn't respond, he was too busy watching Abby jog to the locker room. "So are you over her now?" She asked.

"Nope."

"Didn't think so." She responded as the two walked out into the cool fall night towards the Subaru. "Told you your plan sucked."

A/N: Sorry I suck and take so long updating. But, in my defense, I did get a job and I am currently failing precalc. But anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I hope you review and I hope you have a wonderful and stressless week!

-Maddie