A/N: Hello friends, welcome back to Most Likely to Succeed! I don't have much to say other than this is mostly just a filler chapter and that there's more exciting stuff coming up in a little bit. I hope you enjoy!

Sunday - Drilovsky Household

8:12 a.m

"Dammit!" Fanny exclaimed, probably a little too loud, as she sat up in bed, looking at the black-haired boy beside of her. "Why does this keep fucking happening?"

"You keep getting very drunk and you keep coming on to me," Patton responded, stretching his arms up and yawning.

"You could say no," Fanny said, crossing her arms in front of her chest stubbornly.

"Tried," He shrugged. Staring at him, Fanny noticed that he was kind of really hairy. Sort of like a sexy gorilla, if you will. "You were very persistent,"

"Patton that's practically rape!" She exclaimed, though she knew that not even Patton Drilovsky would sink that low. And deep down, she knew that she definitely wanted it, not that she would admit it to anyone (including herself or Patton). Patton wasn't even phased by the accusation as he got out of bed and pulled on a pair of boxers.

"It's not rape if there's consent," He said, looking through his tee shirts. "Want proof?" He didn't even bother waiting for her to answer and turned around and gestured towards his chest and the multiple hickeys covering it and some of his neck. Fanny stuck her tongue out, wanting to pull the hairs off. She couldn't believe that she put her mouth anywhere near his hairy chest.

"Oh."

"Yeah." Patton grabbed a tee shirt and jeans, putting them on and turning back towards Fanny. "You're gonna have to go through the window," He nodded towards it. Fanny's eyebrows immediately shot up and her jaw dropped. She did him the favor of sleeping with him and he makes her go out through the window?

"I can't just… walk out the front door?" She wondered, staying in bed under the warm covers. Patton shook his head and ran his hand through his greasy hair.

"My dad's here. He'd kill me and then tell your dad. Who would bring me back to life just to kill me again."

"So you're saving your own ass? What about mine? I could die crawling out the window!"

"Fanny. I live in a one-story house. You won't die." He rolled his dark eyes, "Besides, if your dad found out he'd definitely take away your sexy Sadie." It was Fanny's turn to roll her eyes. She absolutely hated when he called her precious Mercedes-Benz that. The new white sedan that her dad surprised her with after she wrecked her BMW was the single most important thing to her (which seemed unbelievable to anyone that has seen her drive).

"Are you at least gonna drive me home?" He rolled his dark eyes before shrugging his shoulders and sighing,

"I guess,"

Devine Household

11:37 a.m

"Are you like, mad at me or something?" Nigel looked up from his phone and cocked his eyebrow. Yeah. He was mad. But was it worth arguing over? Probably not.

"Little bit, yes," Maybe it was worth arguing over. "You forced me to go to a really shitty party, the cops showed up and we very well could have gotten arrested. And you had to go start drama with Rachel over literally nothing."

"I was standing up for Fanny," She responded, standing up from her chair and going to the fridge.

"Fanny started it. And then in return, I had to back you up because if not, I would look like a bad boyfriend."

"I didn't ask you to back me up. I just try my best to be a good friend," She grabbed a bottle of orange juice from the fridge as Nigel tried to keep himself from scoffing.

"I'm just trying to do the right thing. And last night- that wasn't the right thing. Rachel was right for standing up for herself," He said. He watched Lizzie roll her eyes and felt a sort of pain start bubbling in his chest. He shook his head,

"Rachel's just can't get over something that happened years ago. She thinks that just because Fanny almost stole her boyfriend that she can try and steal mine three years later. And by the way, are you seriously just going to let that little comment slide?"

"You know it's not true! Let's say Rachel was completely, totally in love with me- it wouldn't matter! Because I'm completely, totally in love with you! Yeah, it was a bitchy comment, but Fanny started the whole thing in the first place. And you asked for her to say something like that when you stepped in and you know it."

"Jesus Christ, Nigel, you act like this was my fault! You don't even know what happened between Fanny and Rachel!" The argument had snowballed so quickly, Nigel didn't even realize she was yelling until after she already was. "She's crazy! She probably twisted the whole thing to make her sound like the victim!"

"You don't either! You have no idea! Nobody does, except for the two of them and maybe Patton. And you're saying that Fanny didn't do the same thing? When was the last time she told the actual truth?"

"I can't believe you," Lizzie shook her head, "Seriously standing up for that bitch when she said that shit!"

"I could say the same thing about Fanny. We can dance around for as long as you want, but she's the one that started it. It's something that's between the two of them, you're the one that inserted yourself into it,"

"You know what? Fuck you. Get out of my house," She turned around and trotted up the stairs with her orange juice. "I mean it, Nigel Uno!"

She didn't have to tell him twice.

Echo Park

1:24 p.m

Wally glanced over at the scoreboard from across the field and sighed. He hated coaching. He especially hated coaching kids who, half of the time, didn't care enough to do anything right. And it's not like he could punish them because then he would get bullied by the parents. They were winning at the moment, but that's because he had his A team out there, and pretty soon he knew he would have to put B team in. He looked over at Joey, who was sitting on the bench, kicking a rock back and forth between his cleats. "Ready?"

"No," Joey didn't even bother looking up as he responded to his brother. He just kept kicking the rock. Wally rolled his eyes, he didn't understand how they could possibly be related. His only theory that has truly stuck is simply that Wally got the athleticism and Joey got the brains. Other theories that were tossed out the window include Joey being a test tube baby, Wally actually being his uncle's son instead of his dad's, and the idea that an alien switched Joey out for someone who's nothing like his older brother.

"Alright guys, go ahead and sub in," Wally said, looking down the bench. Wally quickly decided that was the worst part about coaching kids. The mandatory equal playing time. But then again, the A team hated that rule just as much. They hated knowing that they could win games but they don't due to some stupid rule to keep kids from getting their feelings hurt.

That was what was making the younger generation so soft, Wally decided. The constant rule making to avoid getting hurt, emotionally and physically. He didn't have that growing up and he's perfectly fine. He's tough and ready for the real world. Unlike his baby brother, who was half-heartedly dribbling the ball between his ankles until two much bigger boys came up and sandwiched him; one stole the ball and the other tripped him. "Please don't cry, please don't cry," Pleading under his breath did nothing, because as soon as Wally looked up he saw Joey sitting on the grass bawling.

Shaking his head, he nodded towards the first kid on the bench, "Go sub for Joey," Eager to get back on the field, the kid quickly ran off as Joey dramatically hobbled over and sat back down on the bench. Wally glanced over,

"That didn't even hurt," Wally said. Joey looked up, tears no longer streaming down his face, and snarked,

"Oh yeah? Prove it." If he didn't have any self control, Wally would've picked his brother up by the shirt collar and let him have it. But instead, he kept his cool and kept coaching. He knew that he'd have plenty of other opportunities to teach Joey a lesson anyways.

"Brat,"

McKenzie Estate

5:41 p.m

Chad pushed the small blonde up against the wall of her bedroom, her muscular legs wrapped around his hips and her hands in his thick hair. A small groan escaped Rachel when he bit down on her lip and slipped his tongue into her mouth. He rubbed her toned stomach and she pulled away from him, jerking her tee shirt off. A few minutes later, her body tensed up when she heard her phone ding, almost as if she was out of the intense trance he put her in. "Are you fucking serious?" He dropped her when it dinged for the fifth time. "Who the hell do you text that much?" She shook her head and reached over to grab her phone off of the desk.

A small grin crossed her face when she saw the group chat. The four had made it the previous night for 'homework' but, so far, had been used for everything but it's original intention. Bartie sent Virginia's selfies for Abby and Rachel to pick because he 'doesn't have a fucking clue, she looks the same in all three'. Rachel shook her head, she definitely did not look the same in the pictures. Rachel quickly typed her response (the second one because the lighting was the best) and continued staring at the picture of Virginia. She glanced at Bartie's most recent text that said: 'She's so damn pretty'. Rachel had to agree, Virginia really was pretty. And she pulled off the facial piercings, she even made them look good. She tossed her phone back onto the bed and glanced back towards Chad. "Get out of my house,"

"What?"

"You heard me. Get out," She said, grabbing the tee shirt she was previously wearing and pulled it back over her head.

"But I thought we were good?"

"How could have possibly thought that?!" She yelled, hoping her parents left for their dinner party and couldn't hear the arguing.

"Because less than a minute ago my tongue was in your mouth!" He yelled back. When one yelled, the other one started too. That's how all of their fights went. But Rachel was determined to make sure this fight doesn't end how the other ones always did.

"You cheated on me!"

"I already told you, Rach. I'm sorry!"

"No! Don't call me that! And don't apologize! Not only are you not really sorry, but you don't deserve my forgiveness!" She shouted at him. She could feel the things that she had shoved down for the past four years wanting to push their way out. Instead, she swallowed and shook her head. "Just… Get out."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, I'm sorry it's a little short (especially for how long the wait has been), but like I said, this is just sort of a filler. Anyways, I have no idea when the next chapter will be posted, I'm really busy with school and work and friends and trying to pimp myself for prom so I'm not the only one without a date. I hope you have a wonderful day (or night) and I hope you leave a review! I would love some ideas or suggestions!

xoxo,

Maddie