McKenna Chase Hamilton's Story

Under a disaster of sheets was a small blonde headed teenager who was honestly dead to the world, that is until her phone started to go off. She knew she would hate herself, but McKenna had decided to set the alarm tone to one of the most annoying sounds possible in the morning. A rooster. When the alarm began to go off life seemed to have entered her body as she stirred from under the covers giving a small grunting noise as her arm hurled from under the covers and her hand began to fumble with the phone. Once she had successfully pressed 'snooze' she just rolled back over, hoping for a few more glorious minutes of sleep. That wasn't happening though. "CAAA-CADOOODLE-DOO!" "I'm going to ca-cadoodle-doo you in a minute! You.." Kenna's sentence went off into a round of cussing as she finally took her phone and turned the alarm off. She took a deep breath and slowly peaked out from under her covers, her eyes instantly shutting as light from one of her windows hit her. She gave a frustrated growl as she threw the covers back over her head. She laid there finally realizing she was really not getting back to sleep plus she was going to be late for school, she peaked out from under the covers again but this time she had her eyes closed. She slowly slipped from underneath her covers and turning to where her feet touched the ground, finally opening her eyes. She had to still squint though, "Stupid sun.." was grumbled angrily over and over as McKenna finally stood. She glanced around as she ran a hand through her blonde hair.
Hearing movement downstairs meant she was the last one to wake up, as usual. She took a deep breath as she went over to her dresser. Honestly, she didn't care what she wore..she might as well just go to school in her pajamas. It was her right to have a lazy day! School making her go for five days a week..So, it was decided. She headed downstairs in her fleece polka-dotted pants that were white with all different color polka-dots and a shirt that had something written on it, but from upside down it was hard to read. She stopped at the door, who was she kidding she did care what she wore. She went over to her dresser pulling out her favorite shirt. A black ramones shirt that was a little big for her and then she went over and grabbed her white skinny jeans, sliding them on, and then slipped on her black vans. She fixed her hair easily just taking a bobby-pin and sliding it in on the right side to keep some of her bangs out of her face, lucky for her..today was not a bad hair day. She had her normal bracelets on, she didn't really ever take them off..they hid a few scars and plus they are pretty cool. She yawned as she finally went over and silently cracked open the door and peaked out, she saw no one was there so she quietly went toward the stairs. Without any shoes on, that's how she liked it. Barefooted.
"McKenna Chase!" 'Shit..first and middle name.' McKenna thought grimacing as walked into the kitchen, knowing she was gonna get hell for waking up late. "Cassie has been ready for fifteen minutes and eaten breakfast!" her dad continued ranting, but Kenna had become real good with just ignoring him. "Well she drives her own car, I drive mine..so I don't see what the problem is..if she's late, it's her fault." She pointed out as she got out a bowl and cereal for a quick breakfast. Her breakfast was not at all quiet. The whole time her dad was going on about how he hated the people at his work, how she was late, and how he had found the vase she broke. "I told you not to play that soccer in the house!" "I know, that's why I was playing volleyball." Kenna regretted the smart ass comment as soon as it left her mouth. "Excuse me young lady?! Do you want to ride the bus?" "No.." "No what!?" "No sir." She grumbled loudly, sliding from the stool she was sitting from and putting her bowl and spoon into the sink. She headed back upstairs to get her book bag and her yellow over the shoulder messenger bag that had her soccer shoes, phone, gum, and all the other things she needed to make school bearable.

It wasn't long til she arrived at school, she only had a few minutes before the bell rang. The sky was gloomy, looking as if it would start to pour any minute so McKenna quickly hopped out of her car and slung her messenger back and book bag on. She glanced around to see if she could spot anyone else who was a bit late..nope, no one. She knew Finn was here..she just parked beside her. 'Probably already inside.' She thought as she headed inside. A few people called her name as she turned and waved to say hello. Walking into the building she saw more familiar faces, some of her soccer team, volleyball team, and some just people from her classes. "McKenna!" Kenna turned to see who had yelled her name across the hallway to see the soccer captain coming towards her. "There you are! So, they say it's gonna rain and a lot of the girls don't want to practice today but the team we play Thursday is-" "Holly, just tell them to grow a pair! Practice today at...?" "Right after school! Thanks Chase!" Holly said as she hurried off to class when the warning bell rang. Ah, the warning bell..that bell that tells you that you better get your ass to moving or you're gonna be late. McKenna headed toward the library where she had Broadcasting with Finn. "Sherlockkkk.." She called in a mock whisper, smirking widely, as she walked in.

Evan could feel his hitting the pavement as he ran. The morning air was cool, but it felt good on his hot skin. He'd been running since five in the morning, like he always did before school, and today he'd even gotten an earlier start. Usually he ran through and around his neighbourhood a few times, keeping a fast pace he was comfortable with. To say the least, he didn't exactly enjoy getting up early that much, but the run was always nice, and it cleared his head. Exercising was one main point in his life. He spent most of his time working out and training, it was one of his passions. He liked how being strong made him feel. Powerful, maybe. Sports were included in this group, his competitiveness, and a way to aggressive without legitimately hurting someone. Though it happened occasionally. If he had to choose another main purpose, it'd probably be love related. At the moment is heart longed for someone he thought was too perfect for words. She was someone that the whole school would guess them to be together, but she seemed uninterested in something serious with him. But being a determined soul, he was going to be persistent for awhile. The girl herself was Cassie Hamilton. His family was also extremely important to him, he had his younger sisters to take care of. They meant the world to him, and he's do anything to keep them safe, and out of harms way. Though he couldn't be anything and everything for them, they looked up to him, and he loved them dearly. Though he probably wouldn't have thought of the last one, it was very key to his life. His best friend, and next door neighbour, Finely Holmes. Or Finn, as everyone seemed to call her. They'd been close on a different level since he'd moved in. You'd call them best friends but there was something about them that was different. Maybe he took her for granted, just assuming she was always there, not really thinking anything more or less of it. It was just something normal to him, though he didn't talk to her much during school, he felt comfortable around her in a way he didn't with anyone else.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead as he slowed to a jog. His house was in site, and Finn's just next to it. His neighbour hood was a pretty nice one, and somewhat quiet. He stopped in his driveway, leaning over with his hands on his knees, catching his breath. He pulled out his ipod which he'd been listening to, and read the time, 6:04. Stretching out his arms once more, and went inside through the side door. Entering his kitchen, he opened the refrigerator, and took out a water bottle. Drinking that in a few gulps, her threw it out and head to his bedroom. Throwing the ipod on his bed, he headed to the bathroom to take a shower.
After his shower he wandered back to his room, drying his hair with a towel. He then picked out a shirt and jeans to wear. Once he put them on, he looked into his full length mirror and ruffled his hair a few times. He smiled at him at himself, and sprayed on some axe. He quietly walked downstairs back to the kitchen, trying not to wake anyone. He glanced at the microwave, seeing it was about 6:30. He pulled out some eggs and scrambled them in a frying pan. Full of protein, of course. The incredible edible egg.. he thought of all the commercials.
He put his plates in the sink, and took his keys off the key hooks next to the door. Walking outside, he went to his car. It was a vintage ford mustang, his step dad had gotten him when he turned 16. It was a bit beat up then, so he and his step father fixed it up and gave it a new paint job. He remembered the first drive he took, Finn had come along and they drove around the town blasting music obnoxiously. He remembered laughing a lot that day, he smiled just thinking of it. Another time on the weekend, they'd drove down to the beach and had a lot of fun, but the next day he spent cleaning sand out of his car.
He unlocked it then, opening the door and sitting down. He looked over at Finn's house, but it seemed she'd already left in her car. He put the keys in the ignition and started the car, pulled out of the driveway and drove in the direction of the school. He parked with the rest of the Seniors car's, and walked inside. Going to his locker he took out his book bag, and slung it over his shoulders. He sauntered over to where his friends usually hang out before the bell, and they all greeted him happily. He leaned against the lockers with them, and stood around talking about the next game on Friday. He was excited for it, of course. When it did ring, he groaned, and said goodbye to his friends. He had greek first, since he was the Son of Zeus, his mother only felt it was natural for him to take it. The class was easy, and it came to him without trouble, but he often found himself bored. Taking a seat in the back of the class near the window, he looked outside. The school was in a shape where you could see the other buildings, and he looked into the library where he saw Finn and her best friend Kenna.

"Zerek Alexander Pierce! Get your ass up, now! I swear to God if you make me come up those stairs I'm kicking your ass!"
Pierce simply groaned, flopping over on his king-sized bed. His red blanket was already laying to the left side of said bed, as usual. During the middle of the night it never failed, he managed to sling it off himself without knowing, always getting a little too hot beneath the thick mass of covers due to the fact he's hotter than most. He stared up at the ceiling with blurry vision for a few seconds before finally rubbing his eyes.
I'm surprised he can yell this morning. Shouldn't he have a booming headache? Pierce thought as he sat up slowly, stretching. Most nights his father would get hammered, last night wasn't an exception. He didn't mind, he just hated that his sister, Ana, had to see their dad like that. Usually, Pierce was out of the house before he even woke up in the mornings, making sure his sister was, too.
"Pierce!!" His father shouted again from his place on the couch in the living room.
"I'm up!" Zerek finally yelled back, shaking his head as he slung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood abruptly. He stretched once more, making a deeping 'Mmm'- ing sound as he done so. His gaze then flickered to his large, digital clock sitting on his plain oak dresser; an alarm clock, I grant you. He never used it. The bright red numbers shown in the dim room, dark curtains preventing any sunlight to make it's way in. The clock read 7:30 a.m.
"Shit!" Pierce hissed in under his beath, kicking himself into high gear instantly. Only thirty minutes to get everything done. He ran into the bathroom which was connected to his room, as he was doing so stripping off his clothes which consisted of only his Batman boxers(attractive, right?). Falling into the shower he turned on the water, accidently flipping on the cold. His chocolate brown eyes tripled in size, and he bit back a few choiced words, twisting on the hot water quickly.
Five extremely fast minutes later Pierce was stumbling from the bathroom with a towel loosly wrapped around his waist. "Lights, lights, lights.." he grumbled, feeling along his wall for the light switch. Finding it, he successfully flicked on the lights, practically running to his dresser. He randomly grasped at an outfit which came out to be a pair of faded jeans and a plain black tee shirt. Tugging his clothes on he sped over to his full length mirror, running his hands through his hair a few times, before grabbing up his chocolate Axe cologne, spraying it on swiftly. He looked back at the clock. The numbers on it taunted him, 7:56 a.m.. Pierce groaned, jogging from his room he grabbed his backpack and his worn leather jacket.
Though he was in a hurry he paused at his sister's room, opening the door and peeking inside. Of course she was already gone! That seemed to be the only thing Ana was on time for: School. Unlike Pierce who was late for anything and everything. He was always told he'd be late for his own funeral. Jogging down the stairs he stopped in the "doorway" where you walked into the living room.
There his dad sat with a beer bottle in one hand, the t.v. remote casually resting in his other.
"Couldn't even wait until five o'clock, could you?" Zerek spoke acidly, clenching his jaw. His father didn't even look at him, and kept turning the channel, never staying on one too long.
"I don't work until six tonight." Was his response.
Pierce snickered, grabbing the keys to his motorbike off the hallway table before walking out of the house. He made sure to slam the door shut. What made him mad was that his father was a smart man. A really smart man. He was a doctor. A doctor!! But once Zerek's mom died, his father turned to drinking. Once that happened he lost his job. It pissed Pierce off that he was such a dead beat! He hated him for becoming weak once she died. Now, his father worked in a small factory shipping off cans of vegetables. Not a dream job. Yet, it just pushed Pierce to be better than him.
Sliding onto his motorbike, he started it up, pulling from the driveway. He screeched the tires leaving, but there was no use. He was already late for school.

*****
Pierce casually walked up to the second building of the school, tugging the double doors out of his way. No one to be seen, which meant...Everyone was in class. All in a days work to keep the image. he thought sarcastically, strolling over and slipping into the library; his first period was a "whatever" class, teaching you "Online Basics" of how to edit sites, etc. A plus of being a senior. It was held, well, in the library. Pulling the door out of his way, he paused briefly, arching a dark eyebrow. Kenna Hamilton and Finn Holmes stood in the center of the library in front of a camera. What the- ? Oh, broadcast. Pierce gave a slight nod, walking fully inside, letting the door swing shut. He fixed his backpack on his shoulder nonchalantly stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. The librarian glanced over at him, narrowing her eyes. He gave lopsided smile, and she simply rolled her eyes, shaking her head. He'd practically been late each day since coming back to school.
Zerek walked over, standing a little ways behind the camera, smirking at the two friends.





Finley had woke up around six o'clock a.m and took a shower grudingly. It was too early for such things, naturally, and she spent most of the time with her head leaning against the wall rather than actually washing. At one point she even fell back asleep in the shower. Usually she woke up in a fairly good mood, but it was Monday and she especially disliked those days. She only looked forward to the Broadcast, and that was about it. When she finally forced herself from the shower she wrapped a towel around herself and moved into her bedroom.
There, her large grey and white Great Dane, Jake, lay on her bed. He always done that when he seen her get up. Lazy thing. The name Jake came from being a twelve year old girl, and having a love for Adventure Time. Since everyone called her Finn, she, naturally, needed a Jake. Giving a slight smile she walked over to her dresser, crouching down and opening a drawer. There, she pulled out her Star Wars tee shirt, and a pair of red skinny jeans. Once dressed she slowly walked into the bathroom and started messing with her hair. It was a hopeless case. She decided to leave it in its natural, loose curls, but of course, there was one curl on the right side of her head that liked sticking out further than the others. With the grunt, Finn narrowed her eyes at the reflection of her hair in the mirror, then began attacking the curl with hairspray.

After getting completely ready she glanced over at the digital clock sitting on top of her small t.v. 6:41 a.m. Still plenty of time before having to really be at school. Sighing, Finley walked over to her bedroom window. Her window was directly across from Evan Voltz's bedroom window. Yeah, Mr. Quarterback himself. Believe it or not, he was her best guy friend. Or, well, at least the last time she checked he was. Lately they hadn't been able to really talk. He was busy with his jock stuff and flaunting over little miss Cassie Hamilton, and Finn, well, she was busy being Finn. Rolling her eyes towards the ceiling she turned around, walking across the room and grabbing her backpack off the hook she hung it on, slinging one strap casually over her shoulder. She then snatched up her car keys off her bed-side table, scratching the Great Dane behind the ear.
"Cya' after school, Jake." she murmured with a small smile, exiting the bedroom. Out in the hallway the smell of coffee and something else hit her full-force. She blinked a couple times, tiptoeing down the stairs. Peeking around the corner into the kitchen, she grinned. "Hey, dad!" she mused, walking in fully and over to the island in the center of the kitchen, leaning against it. Her father sat at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee and reading over a few files. When she walked in he peered over his thick-brimmed glasses at her.
"Finley!" he chirped, an odd twinkle entering his dark blue gaze. He lifted his free hand. "May the force be with you, young padawan." His tone was extremely serious, which only added to the humor. Finn's lips twitched and she busted out laughing, reaching forward and picking up a bright red apple.
"Why thank you, master!" she played along, feeling like a real nerd. "Is mom still asleep?" Her dad's playful expression seemed to vanish fairly fast.
"Yeah, she wasn't feeling too good, so I let her sleep in. I made ya' breakfast, kiddo!" he said, nodding towards the stove. Finley followed his nod, gripping the counter to keep herself grounded. There, on the stove, in a skillet, laid a heaping amount of burnt eggs; the source of the other smell. She bit her lower lip.
"Uhm, Thank..Dad, but, uh, I have to get to school! I have a club meeting!" she jogged over to him, kissing his cheek quickly. "But thanks for the thought, you can have them. Remember to get Jonah up for school, love you, bye!" Before he could say another word she made a mad dash out the door, practically lunging for her car. Like always, as she started her simple, blue Jeep Wrangler she gazed over at Ev's house. He hadn't left yet, but she knew he was already up. That boy seemed to rise even before the sun itself did! Shaking her head, she pulled from the driveway and headed towards her own personal Hell.

*****

When she finally made it to school it was about 7:46 a.m.. She parked in her regular parking spot, sliding out of her car. She then grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder, absentmindedly tossing the corpse of the apple she ate on the way to school on the ground. She immediately heard her name.

"Finn! Fiiinnnn!!"

Finn had to keep herself from sighing aloud, turning around as she shut her car door. It was Emma Murphy, a girl that was on the school's newspaper staff with her. "Hey, Emma." she greeted, slowly walking towards the second building.
"Finn! I need you to do me a big favor.." Emma gushed, her green eyes the size of dinner plates. Finley arched a brow, nodding a bit.
"Wiii-th?" she asked, pressing on for more information. Even though Emma was taller than Finn, she fidgeted nervously with the end of her pink shirt as if Finn was going to beat her up, and take her lunch money.
"I can't make it to the first football game Friday, so I won't be able to take pictures or interview some of the players after the game for the paper!" She said it so fast Finn had to pause, and replay the sentence in her head. Emmmaaa.. she thoughy exhaustedly, shaking her head.
"And you want me to do all that for you?" she asked, yet she already knew the answer. Emma nodded frantically. Finn sighed aloud this time, running a hand back through her hair. "Sure, consider it done."
"Thank you so much, Finn, you're a life saver!!" Emma squealed, giving her an awkward hug before she dashed off across the parking lot. Finley mentally face-palmed, walking into the building then into the library. How was she suppose to get all that done if- Well, she'd be at the game, anyway, and it'd give her a chance to talk to Danny Thompson. That was a plus. Finn smiled, tossing her backpack to the ground.
"Morning, Finn!" Bently, the "kid" who always filmed her and Kenna for the Broadcast greeted. He stood behind the camera, wearing one of his signature checker-board shirts.
"Ben!" she yelled, causing a wicked look from the librarian as she walked over and high-fived him. Ben simply grinned, shrugging his shoulders.
It wasn't long until the library's door opened once more, and she heard the name she was waiting for..

"Sherlockkkk.." Finn jumped up from the small chair she was sitting on.
"Watson, you were almost late!" she teased, wagging her finger at her friend when she spotted her coming around a bookcase. "Are you ready for this amazing broadcast?!" she then asked, stepping back once, glancing over her shoulder. Looking out a window she spotted Evan in the other building. She looked at him briefly before bringing her attention back to her friend.

Cassandra Hamilton sat on the stool of her vanity, rollers in her blonde hair as she applied the various products to her face, her daily routine, it had barely turned six thirty and the blonde had already been out for a run, showered and chosen today’s outfit, perfection wasn’t easy after all. Finishing off with her mascara, Cassie closed her makeup bag, humming along to ‘Some Nights’ by Fun came onto her iPod, her latest favourite song, dancing around her bedroom whilst putting things into her bag and gym clothes into another for cheer practise after school, something which she was not all too excited about, a new routine meant long hours and also the inevitability that Shannon was going to mess it up countless times, Cassie swore if Shannon wasn’t one of her best friends she would have been dropped a long time ago, but then again it would make her life a whole lot easier. Once her bags were packed, Cassie quickly changed into today’s outfit and removed the rollers from her hair, so it fell in soft curls down her back. Turning off her IPod, she grabbed her bags and left her room, walking past McKenna’s door, stopping briefly…silence. With a roll of her eyes, the blonde couldn’t exactly say she was surprised that her sister would leave it until the last minute before she had to get up.

Following her nose, the aroma of pancakes filled her nostrils as she walked into the kitchen “morning daddy” Cassie chirped happily, placing a kiss on her father’s cheek, as he flipped the pancakes by the stove.

“Morning Cassie” he smiled. Cassie walked to the cabinet pulling out three glasses before walking to the fridge to get the orange juice, pouring three equal drinks, taking a seat at the table, pulling out her phone to send a text message to her friend “No phones at the table” came her father’s stern voice as a plate of pancakes was placed in front of her.

Cassie smiled up at her father, inwardly however she rolled her eyes, each day she became more frustrated at his strictness, she was eighteen for heaven’s sake, next year she would be going to college, yet still she got treated like a child. Putting her phone away, she decided not to provoke him this morning ‘pick your battle’ the blonde spoke to herself, before tucking into her breakfast. Having just finished her breakfast, McKenna walked into the kitchen, signalled by her father’s booming voice; Cassie couldn’t help but smirk at the situation, at least McKenna’s behaviour took a lot of the heat of herself. Sitting back in her chair, she folded her arms across her chest, a satisfied smirk appearing on her pretty face, her sister could make things a lot more easier on herself if she would stop being, well so McKenna. "Well she drives her own car, I drive mine..so I don't see what the problem is..if she's late, it's her fault."

Frowning slightly, Cassie stood up, gathering her bags “Whatever sprog” she sneered “I have cheer practise tonight, so I’ll be home a little later” she told her dad, placing a kiss onto his cheek before leaving the house.

The drive to school was relatively quick; pulling into the already busy car park, Cassie pulled into the first available spot she saw, cutting the engine, glancing into her rear-view mirror, she checked to see if she was still, well perfect before leaving the car. Immediately her brunette friend Katy was by her friend “morning” Cassie smiled getting her bags.

“Morning Cassie” she replied, linking her arm through the blondes “So did you hear, Tyler Roderick totally got Hannah Kipling in spin the bottle at the party on Friday and as you can imagine, he refused flat down, as you can imagine, she ran home crying” Katy laughed.

“Poor girl!” Cassie gasped before releasing a small chuckle “Although what did she expect” she replied with a slight shrug “anyway I have class, see you later” she hugged her friend goodbye before walking towards her Greek class, not something she particularly enjoyed but she needed something to fill the gap in her schedule and she had settled on Greek. Walking into the classroom she saw Evan sat at the back of the class, it was no secret that he had a crush on her, something which she quite enjoyed even if she did publically put him down, however she certainly wasn’t blind, the man was built like a god. Throwing him a flirtatious smile, Cassie sat down in front of him, purposely flipping her blonde curls over her shoulder.

McKenna's jaw clenched immediately as her now cold blue gaze flickered to her sister who seemed to be enjoying the fact their father was yelling at her. Her fists clenched as her sister sat back in her chair with her arms folded as if she was watching a movie. Keeping her breathing as steady as possible her gaze was back on her father. Yes, she had noticed how their father had cooked Cassie pancakes and she was guessing she didn't get any for not waking up in time..or it's just cause Miss-I-Get-Everything-I-Want got what she wanted. She made sure to make as much noise as humanly possible when she grabbed her bowl and spoon for her cereal. She had said, "Well she drives her own car, I drive mine..so I don't see what the problem is..if she's late, it's her fault." and when she heard Cas speak up, her head snapped to glare at her sister. "Whatever sprog." "Oh! Oh good one Pepsquad! Dad, pass me some water for my burn." Kenna said as she threw her hands in the air. "MCKENNA CHASE HAMILTON!" Her dad's voice sounded out over the door closing as Cassie left. McKenna didn't regret what she said, why should she? Her dad went on and on how good her sister was. Making good grades, having good friends-, "But she can't have a boyfriendddd.." Kenna mumbled in a soft sing-song voice as she smirked widely to herself. The one thing that sometimes was the reason McKenna even got up in the morning. Cassandra Brook Hamilton, the "perfect" girl at school, the cheerleading captain, the definition of popular could not date until Kenna was. Cassie couldn't go on dates unless Kenna went on dates. Cassie couldn't have a boyfriend until Kenna had one. She felt empowered, she had the control of the most popular girl as school's date life and she was gonna use that power. Even though she had just got hell for her earlier comment she left the house with a small smile on her face.
Kenna couldn't help but grin evilly as she stepped out of her car and noticed the familiar white punch bug beetle. 'Cassie.' Kenna thought with a smirk, she reached into her car grabbing her bags and slipping out a sticky note and scribbling on it and then popping it onto her sister's window.

'Give me a B, give me an O, give me a Y, give me a F, give me a R, give me an I, give me an E, give me a N, give me a D. Oh..oh, nevermind you can't give me that cause you're not allowed! -Sprog'

'Yeah, that was completely unacceptable..that was really a bitch move.' McKenna thought as sauntered off towards the school building. 'Good job!' she thought, giggling to herself before she was almost attacked by Holly with soccer questions. She still felt a bit angry though. She guessed it was jealousy. Sure, Cassie couldn't date until she did..why did that make Cassie so mad? Why did her dad even come up with that?! Did they both think that she wasn't gonna get a boyfriend or something? Her once victorious smirk was now a rather small frown. Cassie had guys all over her! Plus Cassie could flirt..with the whole hair flip and winks and, "Stop it!" and the whole giggly thing and then there was Kenna..how the hell was she suppose to flirt? 'Hey..I like muffins. You like muffins?' She thought, shaking her head to herself as she finally got to the library.
She was beginning to feel even better when she saw Finn jumping out of her seat. A grin slid across her face easily, "My apologize, Sherlock! I had some very important business to attend to." She said, smirking widely now with this look that said, 'I'll tell you after the broadcast.'. She watched as Finn's eyes flickered toward the window and she knew what she was looking at. It was probably Evan. Sure, Finn never came out and said 'I like the kid' but McKenna had this feeling. Her jaw clenched for the second time that day when she saw Cassie walking into the same class as Evan. There went the flirting..a smile and flip of the hair. She scoffed as she looked over Finn's shoulder at Bently. He was giving the five minutes sign. She looked at Finn, "It's showtimeeeee, Sherlock." McKenna said in another sing-song voice as she went over towards Ben. "Mornin' cameraboy!" She said, smiling at Ben. He just shook his head. She gave everyone a nickname. Everyone. She glanced back as she heard the door of the library open. She glanced back to see who could possibly be later than her.
Pierce. Of course! The one person that all the girls swoon over, she just rolled her eyes. Mr. Badboy thought he was hot stuff. She couldn't blame him. He was a good looking guy, she nudged Finn. Her and Finn always pointed out hot guys. "Oh, Leann wanted me to tell you we got volleyball practice Wednesday." She mumbled, nodding once as she looked at Finn. Two minutes til broadcast..
She couldn't wait!! "Ah! It can't wait!" She said grinning as she turned to face Finn. "Sherlock, I did something..something that might get me grounded but it was worth it." She continued, her famous guilty grin showing up again. "I left a sticky note on Pepsquad's window.." She paused, waiting to see her best friend's reaction.