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A/N: A quick update? Yes it is. This chapter is quite long but I hope you enjoy it. Also, I want to do a plug in here for an online magazine I work for. My first article with the magazine is finally up for the October issue that just came out and you should check it out. Well, first off, do you like the new 90210? Well, I wrote an article about the cast and I think you should go read it. It’s an awesome issue so definitely at least give it a look. Link is & that is all for the plug in haha. Enjoy the chapter. Feedback and reviews are much appreciated.

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“Yes!” Big Mike roared as the group made their way to cut everyone and head right to the front of the line.

“Wait,” Portman protested. “We’ve gotta wait for my friend.”

The group looked at each other in confusion. Greenberg went as far as to count everyone that was there.

“I have other friends, you know,” Portman told them as he rolled his eyes.

“Who?” Fulton asked, sincerely.

“Jamie,” Portman answered.

“Is he cute?” Parker asked with a smile. Guy quickly looked over.

“He is a girl,” Portman said making Guy take a breath of relief.

Luis gasped. “Transvestite girl?!”

Portman slowly looked over at him. “A girl girl.”

“Even better. Is she cute?” Greenberg as grinning. Parker raised an eyebrow at him. “Hey, other than Portman here, I am the only single one along with Jess.”

“Even better? Like you would’ve taken the transvestite?” Fulton asked in shock. Greenberg ignored him.

“Actually,” Parker started. “Sounds like there’s a lady friend trying to get into Jess’s pants.”

“Well that was subtle,” Fulton muttered.

“Who?” Guy asked, entertained.

“Her name is Mrs. Wilson,” Parker said nodding.

“Oh my God!” Luis yelled. “He’s having an affair with a married lady!”

“This is gold!” Fulton followed as all the boys began to chatter amongst each other like squirrels making Parker bend over in laughter.

Guy looked at her then waved his hand. “She’s lying, she’s lying.”

The boys all groaned as Parker got her composure. “Man. That got you guys going.” She wiped the laughter tears from her eyes. “No but he is interested in this girl, Samantha.”

“Girl? Is she ten?” Luis asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Very funny. It’s like you guys don’t know the kid,” Parker said, rolling her eyes.

After a few more minutes of rambling and joking around, the group looked to Portman, whose phone rang loudly. He answered and the group listened intently. He raised his arm in the air and waved. The group turned and gasped.

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“So, as much as I love you hanging out with me and crashing at my dorm tonight,” Sam started as Cooper was half way into her pizza and she glanced up at him. “Why are you staying with me tonight instead of with your friends?” Sam paused. “And your boyfriend I’ve been fighting with for a date with you for the past two weeks.”

Cooper cleared her throat and wiped her face. “Well,” She looked down. “I don’t know. Things are just a bit rocky at the apartment today and I don’t feel like dealing with it.” She glanced at Sam. “Why? Do you not like me having around?”

“A hot girl who will talk hockey with me and watch action movies for all the afternoon,” Sam said then laughed a little. “What guy wouldn’t want you staying with them?”

Cooper smirked. “A gay guy.”

“Well I’m not gay,” Sam said, finishing his pizza. “And I definitely like having you around.”

Cooper looked up, smiled a little and nodded. She looked at the bed she’d be sleeping on that night and saw her phone. Still off. She took a deep breath and looked back down at the floor as Sam moved on to a different topic.

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“She’s so cute!” Parker whispered to the group.

“She’s pretty, dude,” Fulton said, nudging Portman’s arm.

“She’s blonde!” Luis said, excited. “A real one?”

Parker gave him a weird look but disregarded it then looked back at Jamie, who smiled and waved at them.

“Oh my God, date her Portman,” Parker suggested, turning around to face Portman, who made a face.

“Jamie?” He asked, his voice cracking. “Why?”

“Why not?” Parker asked, almost laughing. “You don’t like her at all?”

“I don’t know. She’s the only girl I’ve ever really talked to in school since we moved here,” Portman said, sounding far off. “I mean, she is pretty cool-”

“And pretty hot,” Big Mike interrupted.

They all straightened up as Jamie stood in front of them.

“Jamie, everyone. Everyone, Jamie,” Portman said quickly as Greenberg was the first to reach out and shake her hand.

“You’ve got very soft hands,” He said with a nod after saying his name.

Parker snorted.

“And very pretty hair,” Luis said with a smile. “I’m Luis. Luis Mendoza.”

Portman rolled his eyes then watched the boys around him, even Parker stare at Jamie in awe. He looked at Jamie, who now looked at him, her green eyes shining. He tilted his head a little, his mouth open.

“What?” Jamie asked tucking her hair behind her ear. “Looks like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“No, no,” Portman said, shaking his head. “I just, uh...” Jamie raised an eyebrow. “Let’s get in there, yeah?”

The group nodded and followed Portman’s lead to talk, as well as intimidate them inside.

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“So I just don’t want you guys getting freaked out by this article, okay?” Jamie yelled over the music to the group that turned around to stare at her in confusion. “Uh.” She looked at Portman.

“I thought I would leave that up to you, writer,” Portman answered the question he knew she was going to ask.

Jamie glared at him for a moment but then turned back around to her audience and explained.

“Cool!” Luis roared. “Holy shit, take my picture.”

Parker watched as the boys beside Guy and Portman began to jump up in excitement to have an article written about them, their names attached.

“You look like you don’t like it,” Guy said, putting his arms around Parker, standing behind her and leaning his head on her shoulder.

“I don’t know,” Parker said, watching Jamie. “We don’t know her.”

“Portman does,” Guy reminded her.

“That’s true,” Parker mumbled. She sighed.

“You don’t always have to protect every single one of us,” Guy whispered after a seconds of silence.

She blinked watching Jamie. “Yes. Yes I do.”

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After a few drinks, Parker looked around to see the regular drunkards when they went to the bar: Luis, Portman and Greenberg. Fulton didn’t drink much but smiled lazily giving it away that he was tipsy. Guy barely drank any. Parker drank just a few shots. Big Mike drank as much as Big Mike weighed making him the champion drunkard.

Parker smirked to herself as Portman and Big Mike body slammed into each other, almost crashing to the floor. She looked over at Jamie who drank quietly by herself, entertained by the boys before her. She looked over at Parker and smiled.

“Hey,” She offered.

“Hi,” Parker smiled but said it almost a little timidly.

Jamie nodded and smirked a little. “Portman told me you’d hate the idea.”

Parker’s eyes got wide. “Huh? No. I don’t hate it..”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Jamie promised. “I won’t hurt you or your friends.”

Parker stared at her for a moment. “You really promise?”

Jamie smiled and giggled a little. “I definitely promise. If not, then you can play hockey with me any way you want.” Jamie leaned in. “And I suck.”

Parker laughed. “Deal.”

“It’s so cute,” Jamie said with a grin.

“What is?” Parker asked, tilting her head.

“You,” Jamie gave a nod. “The way you take care of them and you’re the smallest of them all. It’s just cute.”

Parker smiled sadly. “Well Jess is missing so someone has to.”

Jamie nodded, looking sympathetic. “Oh yeah.” Awkwardness filled between the two.

“Actually, I’ve gotta call someone,” Parker said and Jamie nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

“Of course,” Jamie said as Parker whispered something to Guy. Guy looked up at Jamie, waved shyly and walked over to make small talk.

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Parker stepped into the club bathroom and scrunched her nose. She pushed to get into a stall and leaned against the stall. She pulled out her phone and looked through her phone book, holding the phone to her ear.

She groaned when the answering machine picked up immediately meaning the phone was off. She sighed as it beeped. “Hey,” She said quietly. “It’s me. We miss you around here, Coop.” She shifted her feet. “Look, don’t bail on me please. I need you here with me to hold the fort. Stop being silly and come back to us. Take care, okay? Call me when you’re ready.” With that, Parker hung up and dropped the phone in her bag, letting her head hit the stall.

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Portman laughed obnoxiously then looked over towards the bar to see Guy and Jamie laughing hysterically. He frowned and pushed through the crowd.

“Hey,” Portman whined. “Dance with me.” He took Jamie’s hand. She laughed.

“Last time I tried to, you stepped all over my feet,” Jamie said, pointing to her toes.

Portman chuckled. “Sorry.” He looked to Guy who watched in glee. “Bugger off, Germaine.”

Guy frowned then turned around, walking away to search for Parker.

“Mean,” Jamie said, shaking her head. “Mean drunk.” Portman looked down at her and stared. “What?” She asked looking up at him. “Are you gonna throw up? Please don’t throw up on me.”

“You are really really cute,” Portman said as if it was a revelation.

“What?” Jamie asked, her eyes wide. She laughed. “You must be drunk.”

“I mean it,” Portman said, smiling.

Jamie stopped laughing when she saw his face. “But you’re drunk.”

“I thought you were cute before I was drunk,” Portman said with a slur.

Jamie gulped. “But you’re drunk now so let’s just disregard this,” Jamie said, glancing down. “Right?”

As if slapped by a hand, Portman sobered up immediately. He smiled and gave a nod. “Of course.”