AN: Sorry for not updating for a while again! Have been really busy with the end of the school year, piano recitals, reading Romeo and Juliet.

Happy birthday to my awesome friend Sarah! Belated birthday present in this chapter =) I hope you like your locker. I'll miss you ='(

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Mike sat sullenly at his Biology table alone. He watched as Billy, followed by Tyler, Eric, and Anthony, swaggered past his desk. The betrayers carefully kept their eyes down-with the exception of Anthony, who looked up and very obviously smirked at Mike. Damn you.

A sudden flash of silver caught his eye. Billy was wearing something on his shirt, a button. The safety pin clipping it on was the light that caught his attention.


Mike thought he was going to pass out. He was pretty sure his heart had stopped beating for a few seconds at least.

"What. The. Hell?" he muttered quietly.

Tyler, Eric, and Anthony were wearing matching buttons.

His eyes darted across the room. Nate, lounging in his chair chewing gum, was wearing a pin too.

The three boys sat on Billy's lab desk and talked, laughing a little too loud on purpose. Mike watched with sickening dread as another junior he recognized as Jake Hoffer, wearing another one of those freaking pins, joined them with a pretty Asian girl's arm slung around his waist.

They were leaning in, whispering and occasionally sneaking glances at him like gossiping girly girls.

"I have to get my club back," Mike muttered. "Club. Not association." He snorted. "More like Isabella Swan Fan Asses." "Asses, huh?" an amused female voice chimed from behind him.

He whirled around. Hoffer's girlfriend was staring at him with her hands on her hips, smiling slightly.

"Oh-uh . . . I don't mean like, your boyfriend is an ass. I mean, like-like, like . . . " Mike stuttered, scrambling for a proper excuse for calling a hot girl's boyfriend an ass.

She rolled her big brown eyes. "Don't worry about it. I know he's an ass."

"Ahh. Um. Okay." Mike cursed himself internally.

"I heard you say you want your club back." She smirked, flashing dazzlingly white teeth. "You must really love that Bella Swan. I hear she's from Arizona. Isn't she hanging out with Edward Cullen or something?" "You know about that whole thing?" Mike scowled. Did the whole school know?

"Yeah. Anthony knew, he told Billy, Billy told Jake, Jake told me."

"Branden," Mike growled under his breath. "So can you help me?"

She quirked an eyebrow. "I should think so."

"What's your name?" Mike couldn't help asking.

"Sarah." She casually slid the chopstick thing out of her hair and let her glossy black hair cascade down her back. Mike ogled.

"So, how are you going to help me?" he asked, trying to focus on the desk top to avoid staring. "I need my guys back together. Otherwise I'm going to graduate a friendless wannabe." He resisted the urge to slap a hand over his mouth. What was he saying?

She sighed. "I kinda know how you feel. I got abandoned by my friends when they started their own psycho religion and moved to Greenland. Jake, as much of an idiot that he is, was my way in, you know." Sarah bit her lip and twirled a chunk of hair around her finger.

"That must have sucked," Mike said, trying to coat his words with sympathy. Sarah was hot, and she wasn't some fake blonde bimbo. If he made it through junior year with his ego intact, she had possibilities. "So, how are you going to help me?" he said for the third time. The edgy stares he was getting from Billy's little girly posse were seriously starting to piss him off.

Sarah snorted. "Hold your horses, Newton. I've got a deal for you."

"Let's hear it," Mike said impulsively. Damn. That was stupid. The last time a girl made a "deal" with him, it involved a . . . shopping spree. And his mom's credit card . . . Mike shuddered from the horrifying memory.

"I'll help you get your club back together, if . . . You'll go out with my friend Alana."


She held up her hands. "She's been obsessing over you for the past year and it's driving me insane. She's not a friend so much as company, but . . . "

Mike sighed. It was kind of flattering, actually. "Fine."

Sarah pasted a phony smile on her face. "Great. You're not going to regret this."

"Am I?" Mike mumbled.

"So like, I was thinking that, like, um, we could, you know, go to the Chinese place down the street! Cuz, like, I love love Chinese food! Especially chao mian." Alana hopped up and down in place, causing Mike to wince at the sight of her bouncing boobs, and pronounced the foreign words with an accent so bad even Mike knew it was bad, and he took Italian.

"Sure, okay," he answered, wishing he was alone on this street so he could smash his head into the brick building wall until he collapsed without looking like an idiot.

"So, um, after dinner, do you want to, like, come over to my house and meet my pet dragon?" Alana asked excitedly, tossing her dyed blonde her over her shoulder.

Mike stared. "What?"

"I asked if you wanted to meet my pet dragon."

His phone vibrated in his pocket.

He grabbed it and slid it open, holding it to his ear. Alana was still babbling. "His name is Fluffy isn't that just the cutest name you ever heard and he's really excited to meet you and you can feed him his dragon food! I tried it once and it tastes like dog food but sweeter kind of! And oh my god I can't believe I'm on a date with you! I loveeee you! I have like a shrine in my room dedicated to you with pictures and your favorite songs playing 24/7 and stuff! But don't think I'm, like, a stalker or anything! I just follow you around to find out stuff about you, that's all!"

"Hello?" Mike said a little more sharply than necessary into the phone.

"It's Sarah," replied a bemused voice. "How's your date going?"

Mike rolled his eyes. "Just swell." He lowered his voice. "Get me out of here!"

"What am I supposed to do, use my telepathic mind powers to control her mind?"

Mike groaned. "Never mind. But I promise you, I'm never doing this again."

"Fine. So what do you want?"

"I took your stupid friend on a date. How are you going to help me?" Mike knew he sounded surly, but he couldn't help it-Alana was still yammering on and on and on. "And once I took Fluffy to the zoo and he peed on someone's car! And I don't know why but that person got really pissed off and started, like, cursing at us in another language! What a freak, like who cares about a little dragon poo on your windshield? You know? Right?"

Sarah exhaled loudly over the phone. "Okay. Here's the plan . . . "

AN: LOL I'm evil! Cliffhanger! You'll just have to keep reading . . .

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