Okay I know everyone wants to hate me for not updating in like forever...I'm sorry everyone. I would come up with excuses...I mean reasons...for why I haven't updated but that would just bore you, so we'll get on with it.

Okay, this chapter is quite uneventful and is mostly a filler type chapter to show how having an actual friend has changed her. Also, it won't be too long for the next chapter as I already have it written, so I'll post it probably on the weekend. With that said, lets get on with the story.

Chapter Seven

I sat in the Caffeteria, trying to ignore the daggers I knew were being shot at the back of my head. I knew this, not because I have eyes in the back of my head, althought that wold be cool. No it was because Bella was sitting at the table behind me and I could hear her and her lackies loudly complaining about me, and this complaining was usually accompanied by hard glares, so I knew she was glaring at my back.

"She's so weird!" Bella 'whispered' although a normal person yelling would probably be quieter than that. "I can't believe that Leesa girl hangs outwith her. I mean, I know she's desperate for friends, but she can't be that desperate."

"I know." One of Bella's 'friends' added. "I mean it's Stella White."

"Ignore them." Leesa said to me, putting a hand on my arm.

"Don't worry," I flashed her a grin. "I plan too."

I'd been at Queen High for exactly two months now, and I not only had a friend, but I had managed to survive Bella's tormenting without getting completely fed up and hurting her. Also, my father had made no mention of moving so far, which gave me hope.

"So, do you want to come over and do homework or something this afternoon?" Leesa asked casually, as she twirled a bit of pasta on the end of her fork.

I nodded. "Sure…nothing better to do."

Leesa laughed, as we all knew that it was a pretty quiet town. All they had was a small shopping complex and a cinema. Other than that there really wasn't much else in the way of entertainment.

Soon luch ended and I had to hurry because I had a chemistry test. Leesa had chemistry on a different line, so she wished me luck on my test and I glared at her as she had art right now. Damn her for getting an easy subject during my hardest. I didn't mind chemstry though, because one I was really smarter than I gave myself credit for a lot of the time so I was getting pretty good grades, and two Bella wasn't in my chesmisty class, she was in Leesa's. I had to smirk at that, because at least she wasn't in mine.

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The test was dealable and soon I found school was over and I was waiting outside my locker for Leesa. She smiled as she walked over and opened her own locker, which was a couple of lockers down from mine. I walked over to her, and we decided to go down to the shopping complex, which was just down the road from school, first to get some coffee. The walk down only took us ten minutes and soon we were waiting in line at Gloria Jeans, the best coffee shop here, in my opinion. After the walk down we had both changed our mind about having hot beverages and both ordered ice chocolates, before sitting in the lounge like setting of the store. I sipped my drink grinning at the delicious taste. Gloria Jeans really did make some nice drinks.

Leesa laughed at my obvious enjoyment as she took a sip of her own drink. "And people call me a nerd Stella."

I also laughed, as Leesa was pretty open about it. She knew people considered herself a nerd, teacher's pet, all of those things, yet she didn't care. In fact, once after Bella had been calling her names Leesa turned to me and said. "They wont be teasing when I'm a lawyer and they're in jail for prostitution."

I continued to laugh, remember how shocked I'd been after this statement. I couldn't believe, quiet, friendly Leesa would say such a thing. Since becoming friend with her thugh, I got to really know her. Know the real girl underneath all those brains. Leesa seemed to hide behind her shy, nerdy exterior. So she wasn't into heavy mental music and didn't really wear the same clothes as me, I knew that once she got some confidence it would show in her clothes. I knew this because once when Leesa came over to my house, (my father almost died of shock at me having a friend over, he was so happy) we were looking through my photo albums and we came across a picture of me at a rock concert. I was wearing a pair of old, worn jeans, a black tank top and a lot of heavy eye liner. I'd also done my hair the day before it and it was brown with blue and green streaks in it. I remembered the look of jealousy and awe Leesa had on her face when she saw that picture. She said my hair had looked so cool and inquired as to why I'd redyed it. I remember shrugging and claiming to have been tired of it.

A group of boys entered the coffee shop, and all walked to the front counter. I didn't really pay much attention to them though, because, quite frankly, I was too busy focusing on my drinks and was sort of lost in my thoughts. I briefly saw, in the corner of my eye, the boys order and pay for their coffee before going to find a table. After a while, as I was finishing my drink, I noticed Leesa staring off into space, seemingly. I turned my head slightly into the direction of her gaze, a slight smirk settling on my face. She was staring at the table those boys were sitting at.

"Which oe's cute?" I asked her and she jumped slightly, her face colouring.

"N...no one." She stammered, her vocie shrinking to a whisper. "I just like his hair."

I didn't even have to ask who she meant as I noticed one of the boys had chin-length ahir dyed pink and blue.

I grinned at her slyly, as an idea formed. "Come on, lets go."

"What? Why?" Leesa asked not liking the look on my face. "I haven't finished my ice chocolate yet."

"There's a hairdressers in here isn't there?" My grin widened.

"Yes." Leesa said slowly. "Why?"

"Because we're going to go dye your hair."

"What!" Leesa cried. "No way, I can't."

"Come on Leesa, you practically drool over a guy because he has cool hair." I paused. "We'll just get a couple of little streaks. It'll be tame, I promise."

Leesa took a few deep breaths then nodded timidly. "Okay."

Igave a small cry of excitement and jumped up to throw my cup in the bin. I was a little too excited I guess, because I kind of ran into someone. It isn't a little bumb into them, I full on spun around and crashed into them. I would have fallen flat on my face, but whoever it was, caught me and helped me regain my balance.

"Shit sorry." I said quickly, looking up at them. My heart leapt to my throat. It was male…obviously, and he was very much teenage and very cute. He looked to be about nineteen and was tall, with a plain black t-shirt and black pants. His hair was also dyed black and he had an eyebrow ring, yet it ddn't seem to scream 'Goth wannabe' as that outfit would on most people. Overall, I thought he was cute.

"It's okay." He said laughing and I blushed as I realised I'd been standing there laughing.

I said sorry one more time, before I let him go past me and I continued to the bin. I silently scolded myself on the way back to our table, for acting like such an idiot. I must have seemed like such a wannabe to him. Some ditzy teenage girl who became incoherent when a cute boy walked past. Stella White definitely wasn't some boy crazy ditzy. I wasn't, right?

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The rest of the afternoon flowed quite well, as I managed to drag Leesa to the hairdressers. Lucky for us we only had to wait fifteen minutes before they could fit us in as someone had cancelled their appointment. I was glad, because I had a feeling that if she'd had to wait too long Leesa would have bailed. In the end she didn't, and she got redish-pink streaks put in her light brown-blonde hair. It looked pretty cool, and Leesa was overly thrilled, which made me feel rather bubbly. I couldn't believe something as simple as hair dye could make somebody so happy.

It was now the next morning and I was currently walking down the hall with Leesa. Her hair was a big success and everybody was praising her for it. It was funny watching Leesa blush at all the compliments. I laughed and she turned to me, a small grin on her face.

"Thanks Stella…for making me do this. It's wicked."

"What are friends for?' I asked as we walked into English where we would be greeted by the only three people who would not have anything nice to stay about Leesa's hair.

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Okay, like I said at the top of the page this chapter is mostly filler. I know Leesa seems to be a bit out of character, but that's because she's always been a bit too shy to express herself, but Stella's helping her come out of her shell. Oh and yes the coffee shop boy will be back later in the story.

I've also noticed that the queen ahsn't been in my last few chapters. don't worry there's lots of queen in the next chapter. Yay!

Onto ym reviewers:

QeenTatooine: Hey, sorry its taken so long to update. Thank you for your review.

Glitterpoison: I'm glad you liked the last chapter. Oh, and you used the word uber, that's cool. Anyway, you rock so please keep reviewing. Thanks.

FanFictionFantom: Yes, I'm happy Stella got a friend too...I felt bad about making her so lonely. And yeah, it is easy to make friends when you're desperate...

Kuyaga: I hope you keep reading...I like you reading this fic...and keep reviewing, coz I like reviews too. Thank you for all your reviews!