A/N: My little sister is having a Christmas party right now, so I figured I'd type this up while there are fifth graders running around my house. It's a bit over ten pages handwritten, so it had better be long. Oh, and its set before A Very Sadie Christmas which is on today (YAY!!!), so in case they actually DO kiss, that won't have happened in this, okay?

Background: Okay, I just wanted to put a background in because I'd been thinking about writing this for a long time. So, at first, I wanted to do a story where Arden takes Ben, Sadie, Margaret, and Rain on this yacht thing, because I was watching this show on VH1 about mega-yachts, but then I thought that a) it's not really yachting weather in Canada, and b) yachts are really expensive. So, I thought, they ski in Canada, so why not do a ski trip thing, which is this story. Enjoy!!!!

Disclaimer: Guess what? I bought Naturally Sadie!!!! NOT!!! Had you going there, though, didn't I?

Chapter One

Orange Juice and Jealousy

Sadie's POV

The alarm went off at 5:45. I rolled out of bed and shut off the beeping. Not that I was asleep, though. I was too excited to sleep. Because today was Friday, and Friday was the day the R. B. Bennett 10th graders took their annual ski trip.

Ah, the ski trip. Four days with Margaret and Rain. Four days without Hal. But, most importantly, four days spend with Ben Harrison.

Too bad he's been acting all weird lately, I thought as I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up. Really, though, he's been paying a lot of attention to other girls. Especially Arden.

Finally, the shower was not enough, and I got in, shampooing and conditioning twice, just like the bottle said. After, I put on my most comfortable pair of jeans and a Bennett sweatshirt over a long sleeved shirt. I then walked back to the bathroom, blow-dried my hair, and put on some make-up.

What? I'll be away from home for four days. A girl deserves to blow-dry. Although, I don't really know why I am, because Ben's been acting all weird-

My thought was interrupted when Hal walked into the bathroom.

"Hal," I said, really irritated. "Don't you ever knock?"

"No," he said. "Now, vamoose. I have some business I have to take care of." He lifted up the toilet seat.

"Gross, Hal!" I screamed as I grabbed my stuff and rushed out the bathroom.

I went downstairs to the kitchen, still holding my make-up and hairbrush. Dad was sitting at the island drinking coffee. I dumped my stuff on the island, and put a bagel in the toaster.

"I guess Hal had some business to take care of." Dad smirked.

"Dad, that was so not funny. Honestly, Hal has no respect for me or-"

"'Any of my needs.'" Hal finished for me. "Was that page 86 or 87 or your diary?"

"HAL!" I screamed.

"WHAT?" he screamed back.

"Drop it, you two," Dad said.

The toaster popped. Hal walked over to it. "Thanks for the bagel, Sade."

"Dad, look what Hal did."

"Hal, give the bagel back to your sister." At least Dad was on my side.

Hal shrugged. "Okay," he said. And then he licked the bagel.

"Gross. Forget it. I'll just have cereal." I walked over to the cupboard and got a bowl, a spoon, and some Froot Loops, and sat back down at the island. Dad had left, taking my bagel with him. I poured myself some cereal, added milk, and sat there in the silence.

Finally, I said, "Well, aren't you jealous of me, Hal?"

He looked at me. "Why would I be jealous of you?"

"Well, I get to miss two days of school, totally teacher-free, with the exception of Mr. Woodson, totally parent-free, and hang out for four straight days with my best friends. And you…don't," I said somewhat smugly.

Hal just looked at me. "Well, first, Mom and Dad are going on a spa weekend, so they'll be gone, too. Second, I think Ben will be on the trip woo, and, according to your diary, he hasn't been acting normal lately. And, third, Mr. Woodson's not going." Hal took a sip of orange juice.

"Wh-what do you mean, 'Mr. Woodson's not going?'"

"Didn't you hear? He fell off his desk yesterday doing that slow clap thing. Broke his leg. Ms. Mann's taking his place."

I couldn't believe it. Mr. Woodson not going. Ms. Mann going instead. And, worst of all, Hal had been in my diary again.

"Oh, I forgot number four," he said grinning.

"Which would be…?"

"You have orange juice in your Froot Loops."

And with that, he dumped the rest of his orange juice onto my cereal.

"Ha," he laughed, "I guess the really are Fruit Loop."

"Hal, that was so not funny. First, you read my diary, and now this?"

"By the way, your diary's still upstairs, in its 'secret' place."

"HA-wait. Thanks, Hal…I guess." I think that was one of the only times Hal had ever helped me. We sat there in silence once again.

My dad came downstairs. "Sadie, are you ready to go? Hal, get in the car. We'll drop you off at school."

"I just have to get something upstairs," I said, going to get my diary.

"Wait a second." Dad held up my cereal bowl. "Why is there orange juice in you Froot Loops?"

"Ask Hal," I said, rushing upstairs. I went into my room and got my diary from under my pillow. I really need to find a new 'secret' place.

I ran back downstairs, and put my diary in my black duffel bag, which was sitting by the front door with a backpack right beside it. Hal came up behind me.

"Don't forget to write. I need something to read when you get back."


"Ready to go, kids?" Dad picked up my duffel bag, and I grabbed the backpack, and we left.

Margaret's POV

Pain and I were sitting on a picnic table in the school courtyard, our bags at out feet.

Okay, Rain's two bags were at his feet. My four were on the next table.

The rest of the tenth grade was spread out over the courtyard. We were waiting for the buses that were supposed to take us seven hours to the Alpine Lodge Ski Resort. (A/N: My mom just came up with that name, lol.)

"So…" Rain said, "who do you want to sit with on the bus?"

"I want to sit with that hot new kid, Jon Burns. (A/N: Right back atcha, Jen!) The one from New York who plays percussion. What about you? Vivian?"

"Well…yeah. Is it that obvious?"

"Do you really want to know?"

Just then, Ben Harrison came up behind us.

"Trust me, dude. It is that obvious." Rain blushed. "Do either of you know where Sadie is? I need to talk to her."

I turned to look at him. "I don't think she's here yet. Do you want to wait here for her?"

"Yeah, that would be great." He smiled.

Just then, Arden Alcott, who had the biggest thing for Ben, came over.

"Benjamin, there you are. Can you help me with my bags? They're Prada, and I don't want to get them dirty." (A/N: No idea if Prada does bags, but it's the only thing I could think of.)

Ben looked at me and sighed. "Yeah, sure, Arden. I'll help you."

Ben and Arden walked off. Arden looped her arm through his, but he pulled away.

Just then, Sadie pulled up in her dad's station wagon. They parked, and Sadie, Hal, and Mr. Hawthorne got out. Hal just walked off, going into the school, but Mr. Hawthorne shouldered a duffel bag, Sadie a backpack, and the two of them walked over to our table.

Mr. Hawthorne set down the duffel bag. "How's it going, kids?"

"Just peachy," Rain said as he grinned.

"Alright, well, I better get to work. You kids behave, okay, Sadie?"

"Got it, Dad." She gave him a hug, and he went back to his car.

Rain moved over so Sadie could sit down on our table. "Hey, Ben was looking for you."

Sadie took a deep breath. "I really don't want to speak to him right now. He hasn't been acting normal."

"Well, he said he had something to tell you." That was me. "Maybe you should hear him out."

"Maybe…" she said thoughtfully, and looked around. "Where is he anyway?"

We all searched for him, until I found him. With Arden. Hugging him.

"Don't look now, Sade-"

She looked

Sadie's POV

I looked, and it made me sick. I mean, there was Ben, my almost boyfriend, hugging Arden, my least favorite person in the world. I thought I was going to cry.

Ms. Mann, however, thought differently. She came out in the courtyard, and yelled for us to gather round her.

Margaret, Rain, and I walked over, and guess who came up behind me?


He said, "Red, I need to talk to you. Like, now."

I whipped around to face him. "Yeah, well, I don't wanna talk to you. Why don't you go talk to Arden? I mean, she is your girlfriend, right? Why else would you be hugging her?"

"My what? Sadie, Arden's-"

"Miss Hawthorne, Mr. Harrison, care to join us?" Ms. Mann asked, gesturing with her hand.

We walked over, and I went to stand with Margaret and Rain, leaving Ben by himself.

"Now, I'm sure you all heard about Mr. Woodson-" Ms. Mann was saying.

Margaret tapped my shoulder. "What was that all about?"

"-but I assure you, he's fine-"

Someone else tapped my other shoulder. Arden. "Yeah, Hawthorne, what was that all about? Scared that I'm gonna take Ben from you?"

"-and I will be taking his place as head chaperone. Now-"


"Well, it didn't look that way to me. It looked like you were jealous."

"-we will be having a last-name alphabetical seating arrangement on the bus-"

"Yeah," I said flustered, "Well, you-"

"-Miss Hawthorne?"

"Yes, Ms. Mann?" I asked, turning to face her.

"Quite the social butterfly today. You will be sitting with Ben Harrison on the bus."


On any other day, I would have been thrilled to sit by Ben Harrison for seven hours.

But not today.

This was going to be interesting.

Ben's POV

This was going to be interesting.

A/N: Okay, I've typing this for the past hour and forty five minutes, and it's like six pages on word, so you guys better like it. I'll put up chapter 2 maybe on Wednesday or Thursday. We get out for Christmas on Wednesday, so I'll be able to do more over the break. But, yeah, review, because it might have a direct impact on when I update. Basically, the more reviews, the faster chapter two goes up. I'm thinking five, maybe. So, go review…