"Jordan can you hurry up already?" I called out to him.

"Just give me a minute!" He called back. "I can't find my underwear!" He let out a frustrated groan from inside the boy's locker room.

I looked back at Parker, smiling mischievously at him.

He looked at me in confusion. "Why are you smiling?"

"Oh, nothing," I mused. "It's just... Is he looking for these?" I asked him innocently, holding up a pair of boxers patterned with red hearts.

Parker's mouth dropped. "You did not." He said in disbelief.

I nodded. "Oh, I did."

Parker stood up straight and bowed to me. "Lorraine, I bow down to you and your brilliant mind of mischief. Let this be a warning to all to never mess with you."

I waved the heart patterned boxers over him. "Rise."

He rose too early and they accidentally hit his head with the boxers. He let out a yelp and tried shake the Jordan germs out of his hair, shaking his hair like a wet dog. I could help but find the likeness of the two actions a bit adorable.

"Found them."

Parker and I looked back at the entrance of the boy's locker room to see Jordan all dressed up. We both looked at him with puzzling looks. I don't get it. How did he find his boxers when I'm holding them? He stared back at us. Then his eyes trailed down my arm, to my hand, to his boxers.

"What are you doing with my underwear?"

"I don't know..." I said slowly. "I thought you said that you found them..."

Jordan's face began to redden. Then it dawned to me, my eyes widening in realization.

"Jordan, are you going commando?"

"N-no," he stammered, his hand unconsciously covering himself where the sun doesn't shine.

Not only didn't I believe that Jordan is going commando, but I couldn't believe that I was actually witnessing the Jordan Wallace getting flustered. And to think he actually asked us if we were getting flustered back in the boy's locker room.

I smirked. "Jordan, are you feeling-" I paused and twirled the boxers around my finger "-flustered?"

Cue the rare blush of the Jordan Wallace. "D-don't judge me. And just give them back to me," Jordan said, snatching the boxers out of my hand. "I'll be right back," he muttered before heading back inside the boy's locker room.

Parker and I looked at each other for a very long time before bursting into laughter. We looked back at the boy's locker room and said the same thing in unison.

"We see London, we see France! We stole Jordan's underpants!" We sang before laughing again.

"Shut up!" Jordan whined in embarrassment from inside the locker room.

"Actually," I told Parker, calming down from laughing. "It was I who stole his underwear." I said, pointing it out.

"At least put me as an accomplice," he offered.

I smiled at him. "Deal." We shook on it.

"Okay." Jordan said, coming out of the boy's locker room and clapping his hands together. "Lunch anyone?"

As if on cue, all three of our stomachs growled at once. We burst out laughing together.

I groaned. "I thought you'd never asked."

We all walked down the hall towards the cafeteria in silence. Soon we reached to the cafeteria food. We quickly got our lunches, today is cold stale sandwiches with frozen juice packets. Yum. Jordan noticed that the cheese in his sandwich has a little mold in it. But he didn't want to be rude and take up the line, plus he was hungry and didn't care.

As soon as we paid our lunches, we head over to the popular table. Notice how I still call it the "popular" table. I don't consider it the table or our table. I do this because it's a known fact that Nerdy Naomi isn't popular, so I'm unable to call the table as my own. The same doesn't go for the guys though.

"C'mon, our table is right over there." Jordan said.

"Okay, okay," I said.

I was starting to notice his hunger for either sitting in the table or eating his food. I suspect it's the latter. I mean really, who would, besides popular kids, would actually be willing to sit in the popular table, especially for-

"Hey baby."

I think I choked on my own bile.

"Hey babe, took you long enough," Candice greeted back at Jordan.

I think the bile came back up and I choked on it again.

Jordan sat next to Candice and didn't even bother to take a bite of the sandwich he was begging to eat. Instead he wrapped and arm around her waist. Candice replied by putting her arms around his neck, pressing their foreheads together. Then they began to whisper lovey-dovey things and calling each other pet names couples do because they are either in love or just to annoy other people. I wish it was neither. But not only was there this thing- gestures to Jordan and Candice -But there was also Bennett and Declan.

Bennett was listening, attentively I might add, to Abby who was droning on about her day. And let me tell you this, ladies. It's a known fact that men never listen to girls talking about their day. They have low attention spans unless it's for sports, video games, and food. Other than that, it's comes into one ear and out the other. But Bennett here is practically engrossed with Abby as she talked about gossip, clothes, and this witch name Carmen.

Declan on the other hand seems to be the most unbelievable of the three. He was actually spoon-feeding Hannah with her salad. Though, it was really with a fork given he was feeding her a piece of lettuce from her salad. But yes, you heard me. He was spoon-feeding her. Like when moms spoon-feed their babies. He was even doing the-

"Here comes the airplane!" He cooed even going as far as to make airplane noises before giving Hannah her salad.

Hannah giggled and chewed her food. Then she took a spoonful of chocolate pudding (yeah, chocolate pudding) Declan hates chocolate just as much as he hates vanilla, he loves strawberry. But nevertheless, here comes Hannah feeding him a spoon full of chocolate pudding which Declan eagerly took. I thought, hoped really, that Declan would spit out the chocolate, but he swallowed it chocolate and all.

I looked at Parker who had the same look of disbelief as I am.

"Are we in some sort of alternate dimension or something?" I asked him in a soft whisper.

"I think we're in the wrong table," he told me. "Let's back away very slow-"

"Hey Naomi, c'mon and sit down," Raymond said, wearing a big smile.

"Okay, now I'm officially scared." I said finally.

"I-I don't what to say to this." Parker said.

"What are you guys waiting for?" Bennett asked us.

"Yeah," Declan said after another bite of chocolate pudding. "Join us."

"But I don't want to join the dark side." I whined.

"We have cookies," Jordan offered.

I hesitated. Yes, I actually hesitated.

"Well... I do like cookies..." I mused.

All three of them looked at me in anticipation. I sighed and gave in, plopping down on the seat next to Raymond. I grabbed the cookies that Jordan offered, popping a cookie into my mouth and eating it whole.

"Excuse me."

Parker eased his way between the two of us. I smiled while Raymond frowned at this. But Raymond and I had to scoot away from each other (thankfully) to give Parker space. He then sat down between us and began chowing down on his sandwich. I was grateful for the barrier between me and... him.

The table seemed to be normal as ever. The rest of the popular kids were still talking, gossiping, laughing, flirting and eating. They don't seem to mind at all this- gestures to the Musketeers and the Angels –eighth wonder of the world. I couldn't help but stare as they flirted with each other as if they've been dating for years. Last time I check, the guys didn't like the girls not one bit, especially from what Bennett said nine chapters ago.

"You guys really don't like them, do you?"

"Not even at the slightest," Bennett answered.

And I knew for a fact that never in a million years, no, even if all six of them were the last people on Earth, they would never get together. But nevertheless, here they are, calling each other pet names and feeding each other. I didn't know that guys could suddenly change their minds about girls and like them overnight. Especially start dating them overnight. And to think they called us girls having mood swings during our time of the month, hating one person and loving them the next.

"Do you like the pudding, gummy bear?" Hannah cooed over Declan.

"I like my pudding, pudding-" the corniness in the joke made Hannah and Declan laugh "-chocolate is my favorite," Declan said.

Lies, it's all lies.

"You are like, such a great listener, buttercup." Abby sighed, leaning close to Bennett.

Bennett replied by putting his arm around her shoulder. "Well, how couldn't I, cupcake? You're so interesting. I can listen to you all day."

"I've missed you all day, sweetie pie," Jordan said, holding Candice tighter.

"I do too, pumpkin." Candice said, playing with Jordan's hair. "I couldn't stand not seeing you."

"Okay, that's it," I said, pushing my food away from me. "I lost my appetite."

"Yup, me too," Parker agreed, dropping his uneaten sandwich and was left playing with his frozen juice packet. He hit the packet on the table so he would be able to drink it, but it was hard as well... ice.

"So..." I said awkwardly, taking a sip the now half frozen juice packet. It was still a bit frozen, but it was slushie enough do drink a bit. "How long has this-" I said as I gestured towards the six of them "-been going on?"

"This?" Abby asked, innocently. "Do you mean our love?"

I choked on the drink and began to cough on it. Parker patted my back, helping me out. But Abby and the rest ignored me when I was about to choke to death on artificial flavor frozen juice hearing the last words, 'Do you mean our love?'

I nodded slowly. "Y-yeah, sure... your-" I paused to cough one last time (not on the poor excuse of a slushie, mind you) "-your love."

"Well," Abby said, straightening herself in her seat, Bennett's arm still glued to her shoulder. "Just last night, all six of us met up with each other. And it turns out-"

"That you guys cast a spell on them like the witches you are?" I muttered under my breath for only Parker and me to hear, making the both of us snicker. This time I did used the word witches, though I rather use the word rhyming with it.

"Ugh, no," Abby denied, making Parker and I halt from snickering.

Did she just hear us? Well, that would explain a lot. How she knows that latest of gossip and can hear things said literally behind her back. Maybe she got surgery to heighten her sense of hearing among other things she had surgery on.

"Did you guys threaten them like witches you are?"

All three of them snorted. Even the whole table couldn't help but snort. Then I thought of how my stupid my question is. No one can just threaten the Musketeers. They have a death wish if they do it. And what will they threaten them with? The only thing their threatening is their lives.

"Then did you guys sneak some love potion on them like the witches you are?"

All three of them sighed, saying in unison, "Yeah," before being pulled closer to the guys.

"I knew it!" I exclaimed. "This explains every-"

"But it's not kind of love potion you're thinking of, Lorraine," Abby explained.

"Yeah, it's not the kind you're used to. Like the one you used on the guys so they would somehow lucky. 'Cause let's face it, this friendship is not human."

I opened my mouth to say something, but no words came out.

"The love potion we used is like a... metaphor, y'know?" Hannah said.

I'm too surprised of both the fact that they think my friendship with the guys is considered "not human" and they have a word like metaphor in their vocabulary. This is how I know that Parker and I must have stumbled into some alternate dimension or something. I mean, where else would Raymond actually invite me to the table... with a smile? Besides someplace that would lead me to my death or if he poisoned my food to the table he invited to, then I would accept the Raymond smiling part. This whole sudden love story over here is still something I could accept.

"The love potion we used is nothing but our pure love," Abby purred as she stared at Bennett seductively.

I held back a snort. There is nothing pure going on here. And the girls lost this "purity" of theirs years ago. No let me rephrase that, they were never pure in the first place.

"After the guys finally opened their eyes to see their undying love for us, we were officially a thing just last night." Candice said proudly, squealing a bit.

"So this "love" literally happened overnight?" I said in disbelief.

"I know," Hannah said, "Unbelievable, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed, "Pretty unbelievable."

The only possible overnight love is either from love at first sight- Which obviously didn't happen. The first time the guys saw the girls which was back at the mall, they hated them instantly. And this is more unbelievable than Romeo and Juliet's love. It was love at first they sight for those two. And by the next day they were already married. But we all know what happens at the end of that love story.

"So this is really true?" I asked, not to the girls, but to the guys.

What we had wasn't love at first sight, it was friend at first sight. More or less, really. All in one day, I caught their attention, one by one. And the next day, we were friends, bounded by the contract. But we never really needed that contract. Our friendship itself was bounded by our words. And I knew that they couldn't lie to me, not on something like this... Could they?

As I asked this question directly to them, the girls looked at them in anticipation. I looked at each one of their eyes carefully. They were nervous, worried, and I could see they were hesitating on answering my question. But it was Bennett who answered it.

He took a deep breath. "Yup... every word is true."

Jordan nodded. "Yeah, I-I can't believe we haven't seen them like this sooner."

"We were so blinded..." Declan said. "But I'm glad that we're finally together."

I couldn't tell if they were lying or not. I couldn't tell if the words coming out of their mouths were lies or the truth. People say that they could tell if someone was lying or not. Something about their eyes, or their bodies fidgeting, something like that. But I didn't see any of that. Their eyes didn't avoid my gaze, their eyes didn't fidget under pressure, none of that. Either they really were masters of lying or they were telling the truth. And honestly? It could be either or both.

I was quiet, very quiet. I stared at my lap, playing with the hem of my sweater. The table, no, the whole cafeteria was dead silent. Everyone was looking at me, waiting for my reaction. Would I cry for losing my friends to the three? Would I be angry at them for falling for my bullies? Would I get up and walk away, from both the table and them? I could feel their stares, sense their questions.

I looked back at the three of them... and smiled.

"I'm happy for you guys." I told them. "I'm happy you guys found someone."

I smiled at them, smiled and smiled. And they smiled back me, hugging their smiling girls. Their smiles may be real. But the thing was... mine wasn't.

The bell rang, nearly deafening everyone's hearing.

Everyone immediately got up from their seats, leaving their tables. They took their empty or nearly empty trays of food, dumping them in the trashcans and placing the trays on top of them. Tables were left still messy, covered with discarded and forgotten trash, some drink spills and leftover crumbs. That would be left for the janitors who picked up everyone's trash every day.

The guys got up from their seats, helping their girls out of theirs. They grabbed both their lunch trays and the girls for them, then throwing them away. The girls cooed over of what gentleman they were. The guys thanked them and looked back at me. I didn't look back, I avoided their gaze. They mumbled out a goodbye to me and Parker before leaving the cafeteria, going to walk the girls to their next class.

Raymond stared at me, trying to search the emotion behind my face. He either found it or he didn't, because he got out of his seat, wearing a satisfied smirk. He left the cafeteria, dumping his trash into the trashcan, whistling a simple tune.

Now it was only Parker and I left. We were the only two left in the whole empty cafeteria. We were surrounded by nothing but the smell of sandwiches, chocolate pudding, and fruit punch of the frozen juice packets.

"You should go to class," I told him.

"So should you," he simply replied.

"I could be gone for months and my grades would barely change."

He chuckled. "Wish I could say the same thing for me."

"I could be gone for months and no one would notice."

"I would." He told me.

I shook my head. "Not before the guys noticed me. Not that they would notice I would be gone anyway."

There was an awkward silence between the two of us.

"What are you thinking?" Parker asked me.

"What the hell is going on," I said, looking at him. "That's what I'm thinking."

He looked at the ceiling. "Me too."

"But honestly?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't know what to think."

"Then don't think." He told me, receiving a look of confusion from me. "Don't think. You think too much. Just take a deep breath..."

I took a deep breath.

"Now breathed out."

I exhaled.

"And wait where life is going to take you. That's the thing about life. You can't expect anything. Life's a rollercoaster with lots of obstacles, forks, and detours. You can either jump out or ride it to the end."

"Is that what you live by?" I asked him.

"Yup," he said.

"I didn't know you were a philosopher."

"And I didn't know you were... you. I guess we don't know a lot about each other."

"I could say the same thing to the guys," I muttered.

"Don't say that. There must be a reasonable explanation for this."

"A reasonable explanation for dating the girls?"

He nodded. "There's a reasonable explanation for crop circles and weird lights in the sky, right?"

"That's aliens." I said. "And that's only for conspiracy theorists."

"Well, you're going to need to be a conspiracy theorist for this wonder, don't you think?"

I laughed. "You're right about that."

He put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me closer. I welcomed it and leaned my head on his shoulder. But then he put his other arm around me, pulling me into a hug. My arms wrapped around him as I buried my face in his shirt, taking in his cologne.

"Thank you, Parker."

"No problem, sweetheart."

I have a feeling you're a bit torn right now...

Do you guys love me for updating this book with chapter?

Do you hate me for taking so long?

Or do you hate me because you're all thinking, (clears throat) 'What the hell was that, Rubix? How can you come back wanting to kill me?!'

Aw, I miss you guys too.

Once again, I'm sorry you had to wait a long time for this chapter, and I hope you all enjoyed it... Until close to the end. Please leave your opinions below, you can scream at me for the wait and the chapter, but please have mercy. (Gives puppy eyes) Oh and before I forgot, if all of you know, I'm different from most authors because I always do my best to reply to your comments in this book. It's the least I can do since you are all supporting me and reading this book, and it would be rude not to. But I want you all to remember that I'm not Superman, I realized that now. TGGBB is growing, and I won't be able to reply to all comments like I want to. I love replying to your comments, the funny ones especially. But it'll be tough now. I'll only be able to reply to comments that are the easiest to reply, unlike 'lol' or 'omg' or 'I want to kill Raymond and dance on his grave'. To be honest, I'm getting a bit scared of those death threats comments for Raymond... 

Also this chapter is dedicated to RoseBlossom79. She's a brilliant person with lots of comments with opinions and theories on her mind. Thanks to her, I look at the book and characters a bit differently now because of her key points on the book. I hope you enjoy it, Rose.

Well, I'm going to go back to reading manga, Ouran High School Host Club. I finished the anime and I'm just glad the manga is still going. Manga, I'm coming!

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