DarkLink313: Ah, it's good to be here. Okay, I know, I had this fic up before under a different name ("Totally Crushing"), but I didn't like where it was going. So, I decided to restart it and make it a little bit different. New title, slightly different story, same muses (remember? Violet, our master muse, and her two pals, Vivica and Rain). So, let's get on with the fic!
Violet: We're back! Well, that's good. Hey girls, great to see you.
Vivica: Likewise, Violet. Gee, we haven't seen each other in musing form in a while, have we?
Violet: Nope. We've been on a little break of sorts. Although, I've returned to the musing duties in DL's Final Fantasy Zero fic (check it out, please?).
Rain: That's only because you and Lance got together...
Violet: Maybe so, but...
Rain: Oh, can it girlie! Geez, I can't believe I got beaten by Little-Miss-Sunshine...
Violet: Huh? Uh...I'll just ignore that...and start the fic...
Chapter 1: Senior Year Begins
Summer Vacation was over at last, much to the chagrin of the students of Beverly Hills High School. Three students in particular were very sad to be coming back. Sam, Clover, and Alex were disappointed for one major reason: They had received news that David, their ever-lasting crush and the school's former most popular Junior, was leaving the school. His father had apparently gotten a job somewhere overseas and the entire family had to move. So, the girls returned to with low spirits, because not only was David leaving, but they were getting a new student this year. On the car ride to school (Alex has her license now), the girls discussed their new schoolmate-to-be.
"I hear he's from the Valley." Alex said, "This can't be good..."
"Oh, come on Alex." Sam said, "Not all the Valley kids are stupid, vulgar jerks. Obviously the fact that this guy is coming here is enough proof of that."
"Puh-lease." Clover remarked, "Nothing good has EVER come out of the Valley."
"Clover's right, Sam. Whoever this guy is, he's probably bad news."
"We haven't even met him yet, Alex. How do you know that he's not a good person?" Sam pleaded.
"Because he from the VALLEY, Sam." Clover sighed, "Geez, get a grip."
"Well, I think whoever he is, he can't be all bad. According to the school records I checked, he was the best student from the best school down there."
"Like that says a lot..." Clover replied.
"You don't understand, he went to a magnet school (you...uh...all know what those are, right?)."
"So? Big whoop-dee-do..."
"Clover, Magnet schools are only open to students with smarts. Our school is a magnet school (note: I had to do this to make sense. If you actually GO to BHHS, please don't tell me whether you're a magnet or not. I don't care), remember?"
"So?"
"So, our school and his former are one in the same, so to speak."
"Come off it Sam." Alex interrupted, "Let's just forget about it. Arguing over whether this guy is smart or not won't get us anywhere. And besides, why would we care? It's not like he's cute or anything, since we all know that those Valley boys aren't."
"She's got a point there Sam." Clover smiled.
"Fine, let's stop arguing. Still, I wonder why he's even here. The school reports never said why he's coming here..."
Alex parked her car (I'll leave that up to you. My pick: 1994 Dodge Viper, Jet Black. Beautiful) in the student parking lot (again, don't care if that exists, IT DOES NOW!) and the girls got out and headed to homeroom. They took their seats in the back of the class just as the bell rang. The teacher walked in and stood at the front of class, and began to give his welcoming speech.
"Welcome, Seniors, to another glorious year at Beverly Hills High. I'm glad to see all of your familiar faces, though it still comes as quite a shock to be missing one of our best and brightest, David."
Clover, Sam, and Alex all let out a simultaneous, disheartened sigh.
"But, a new school year brings on new things. For example, you all know that the prom is this year, no more of those 'Junior Dances'. Also, we do have a few new faces in the Senior Class. However, only one of them is joining our homeroom, and he'll most likely be in a few of your classes if you're in the honors (again, you DO know what this is, right?) programs."
A few of the other students bean talking amongst themselves about the new student, wondering if it was the 'Valley Boy'.
"So, I'd like to introduce our new student, who hails from the Valley (GASP!). Please give a warm Beverly Hills High welcome to Tim."
The teacher stepped aside and allowed the new student to enter from the hallway. The room seemed to focus on him, mainly the female members of the class. The truth was, they were shocked to see exactly what the 'Valley Boy' looked like.
Tim stood about 6'0", making him one of the taller members of the class. He had short black hair tied in a short ponytail in back. He wore a white T-shirt underneath his slightly opened sky blue shirt and had a Navy blue pair of denim jeans. His blue-green eyes scanned the room briefly before he began to give his introductory speech (what is it with speeches at this school?).
"Yeah, well, hi." he said with a sexy voice (oh yeah), "My name is Tim, and I just moved here from the Valley. My grandparents recently bequeathed me a large sum of money, pending my movement to a better neighborhood, so here I am. I decided to come to Beverly High because, well, I heard it's a great school. The only thing is, it's not as great as my old school, which was the best in all of District C of the Los Angeles Unified School District (trust me, unless you know what school I'm speaking of, you won't know what school I'm speaking of), but it should suit me just fine."
"Very good, Tim." said the teacher, "Now, explain what your interests are or something if you'd like. Perhaps you'd be able to join a club or a team."
"Oh, right." Tim nodded, "Well, I'm sort of a computer whiz, but I'm not a geek, I assure you. I'm also into baseball, and I planned on trying out for the team here, since my old school's team already had two players for my position and didn't need a third. Uh...let's see...oh yeah! I'm an author of sorts, and I write fictional, fan-based stories, or fanfictions, and I post them on the internet on a site called fanfiction.net (I'd better get paid for this...). So, uh...yeah, that's about it."
Tim smiled lightly and took his seat in the back, where the only seat left was. Ironically enough, it was right next to Alex, who shyly tried to look away.
"Well, that's good. Now, homeroom will be in session for another...oh, five minutes it looks like. So, talk amongst yourselves." the teacher announced as he took his seat,
Tim looked over at the three girls sitting next to him and decided to be friendly and offered his hand to shake.
"Hi, I'm Tim. And you are...?"
"I'm...Alex..." Alex shyly said.
"My name is Sam. Pleased to meet you, Tim." Sam said confidently.
"And I'm Clover." Clover said, trying to sound sexy.
"So, I assume you girls aren't new around here, since you didn't have to give a stupid speech."
"Well, no, we're not." Sam answered, "Actually, we've been here since our Freshman year."
"Oh, veterans, eh?" Tim smiled, "Well, that's good. Obviously you know I'm new here, so, since we're all acquainted and all, could you show me around?"
"Uh..sure..." Alex said dreamily.
"No problem." Clover responded, again trying to sound sexy.
"Great." Tim smiled, "So...uh...when's lunch around here? I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday..."
"Why not?" Alex asked.
"Uh...that's kind of a personal question...uh..." Tim coughed, "I don't really want to say."
"Ooh, Tim's got a secret..." Clover cooed.
"Quiet Clover." Sam said quickly, "Lunch is at noon, Tim."
"Noon? Aww...man." Tim groaned, "Well, at least at a Hills school I can get some good food. You wouldn't believe the junk they fed us in the Valley..."
"Do tell..." Clover purred.
"Well, uh, there was chicken tenders that were too tough, and cheeseburgers that had the buns stuck to the cheese, and pizza with cheese that looked like wax."
"Oh gross..." Alex said, "You actually ate that stuff?"
"Of course not. I'm a gourmet." Tim smiled, "My grandparents, bless their hearts, would take me out to eat every night. I usually brought extra stuff home and warmed it up in the morning for breakfast."
"Rugged..." Clover said.
"Tell us more..." Alex said, "The Valley sounds so interesting told from the Valley Kid's point of view..."
The bell rang just as she completed her sentence, and the class began to shuffle out before heading to heir next classroom. Tim whipped out his schedule and quickly compared it to his new friends'.
"Well, that's a drag." Tim said, "We all have only three classes together. Second period: Calculus (woo!), Third: French 3 (woo!), and Sixth: Honors Economics (woo! Note: This is based off of my schedule for next year, which is also my senior year [woo!]). Well, I guess I'll see you all in second period. Until then, see you later."
Tim headed off out the door as the girls stood up and grabbed their bags.
"This bites..." Clover said, "I really want to be in more classes with him..."
"I think we're in for a great year girls. Looks like David has a replacement...and there's no Mandy to try and take him either. Just the three of us..." Alex said, "By the way, what ever happened to Mandy?"
"Shoplifting." Sam said flatly, "Funny how people THAT rich think they can get away with anything..."
"By the way girls, what are our schedules this year?"
The girls quickly compared schedules before looking at each other triumphantly.
"This has to be the third time this has happened. We all have the exact same schedules." Clover said with glee as the girls headed for the first class of the day: Physics.
"That's great news." Alex said happily, "And think, three of our classes are shared with Tim..."
"To think, we seem to do this every year too." Sam sighed, "We always find one boy that all three of us like, and we end up trying not to fight over him."
"Well, you know what they say, 'third time's the charm'. Maybe this year, the boy we all like will actually like one of us. David, the goof, liked Mandy. Well, she's out of our hair now, so Tim's all ours."
First period passed by uneventfully. When the bell rang, the girls sprinted off to Calculus to make sure they got a seat next to Tim. Lucky for them, since they were the first one's there, other than the one person they were so glad to see.
"Hey girls." Tim said, "Good to see you."
The girls smiled and took their seats. They had already made an agreement in first period that each of them would get one class to sit next to Tim in, not counting homeroom. With the ancient, dignified game of Rock-paper-scissors, they decided who would be the lucky girl each time. Sam, who lost best two out three with both Clover and Alex, got Honors Economics. Alex, who lost to Clover, got Calculus. Clover, the overall winner, got her pick, and since French is the language of the true romantic, she picked the class as her destined meeting spot with boy wonder (Robin? No, he's on Teen Titans, which is on thirty minutes after Totally Spies every night on Cartoon Network. What? I'm not allowed to watch these shows?).
For now, Alex was the lucky girl, and took her seat next to Tim while Clover and Alex took up seats in front of them. Class began and proceeded quite well. Alex was never happier that she hated math, since now it was giving her a chance to talk with Tim, who seemed to understand the material as if he wrote it himself.
"Tim...uh...I don't quite get this question..." she said meekly as she slid her paper over towards him, "Could you explain it?"
"Sure, Alex. But I warn you, I'm a terrible teacher when it comes to anything. I find too many shortcuts in math to really be of too much help..."
Tim explained anyway, and low-and-behold, Alex was still confused.
"I told you." Tim sighed, "The only things I can explain well are video games...and even then, I'm not too good, or French since that's easy (note: This is all true about me. What? You haven't guessed by now that the Tim here is me? Geez, what clue did you need? Anyway, I can't explain games good since I'm always SO tempted to just grab the damn controller and do it myself. Same with school, just copying. Yep. Bad teacher, that I am). Oh well. I suppose if I keep trying, I can be of some help..."
He tried again, doing his best to avoid using any of his shortcuts (again true. Math, ah, so easy to find little work-cutting shortcuts. Saves time, and time is money), and when he was done, Alex understood every last word.
"Oh, now I get it." Alex smiled, "So that's how that works. Thanks a lot Tim."
"No problem." Tim smiled back.
Alex grinned at her own genius, not noticing the jealous glares of Clover and Sam.
(Oh well.) Clover thought, (Soon, it's my turn...)
Next up was Nutrition (Recess for those of you who call it that. Man, why did they have to change it? You don't really get much nutrition out of it...), and the girls used the time to show Tim around. They showed him the Gym, the baseball field, the cafeteria (they had to fight in order to keep him from eating a vending machine), and even the library. The bell rang, and it was to classes again.
French 3 was next, and it proved too easy. Tim had had a real strict French 2 teacher back at home, and knew things now that French 4 students were supposed to be learning halfway through a semester. Needless to say, he was very bored. The only thing that kept him sane was the fact that Clover kept asking for help (theme?). She didn't understand a word the teacher was saying, and kept asking Tim to translate. Of course, she had a trick up her sleeve and she always asked him to say it in French, then English, just so she could hear him use the glorious French accent. Even the most menial statements, when Tim said them in French, sounded romantic (ex [note: no, I'll just put it in English so as not to really worry you. After all, you're obviously not reading to learn]: "Turn to page 3" or "Who can answer the question?").
The girls sighed sadly as the class came to an end and the three of them split off from Tim for fourth period: English. Class was boring without someone new to talk to, so the girls were actually quite glad when the world called upon them. The ground underneath their chairs opened up and the three girls fell through the floor in a flash before the floor reappeared again. They slid down the WHOOP tunnel until they reached the end and landed on the trademark heart shaped bed.
"Good morning spies." Jerry smiled from his side of the desk, "Good to see you."
"Hey Jerry." Alex said as she sat up, "Thanks for getting us out of..."
"Class!" Sam exclaimed, "Oh, Jerry, why did you take us away NOW of all times!? Now I can't sit next to Tim today..."
"Relax Sam, you'll see him tomorrow. Although, I'm sure he'll probably wonder why we're not in class...or at lunch..." Clover assured her.
"Tim?" Jerry asked, "Oh, let me guess. He's a new boy at school, and the three of you are infatuated with him."
"You read us like a map, Jerry." Alex sighed.
"I know you all a little too well, girls. But, back to the task at hand. We've got a new mission for you three today, and it's a toughie."
"That figures..." Clover sighed, "never an easy mission on the day we all want to relax..."
"Um...right. Well, here the scoop. It would seem that there been a problem in Hawaii regarding a strange activity in the seabed. Volcanic activity there is supposed to have been extinct for well over a few millennia, but some divers saw traces of activity there. We don't suspect that anyone has the ability to cause this, so for now we're assuming it's only a natural thing and will go away after a few years or so. However, we have been receiving strange electronic reading from nearby the site of activity and it's worth a shot that someone may be behind this. We want you girls to find out exactly what's going on and who's behind all of this, if anyone."
"Sounds weird." Sam stated.
"Quite so, Sam. Now, we have some new gadgets to give you girls, none of them ever used in the field before. So, obviously you're our field testers, but we can assure you that they all work correctly. Anyway, first we have laser wrist watches. There's also the grappling-hook-in-a-pen, and our top favorite, the A.G.E. Pack."
"Age? What kind of name is that?" Clover asked.
"A.G.E. Pack. Anti-Gravity-Engine Pack. It's like a jet pack, but it eliminates the need for gravity and is therefore better for use. While you can't fly as high, it offers better maneuverability. Plus, we even added in a boost button so that, should you need to go that extra mile."
"Cool." Alex remarked.
"Oh, and I also have big news for you, ladies. As I've been telling you, we've been working on getting that transfer agent for a while now, and we got word a few days ago that he was finally being transferred here. Because our Washington branch is suggesting we attempt to try four-person teams to maximize efficiency, we decided that our new operative will be joining your little group as your fourth wheel."
"Is this like when Brittany joined us for while?" Sam asked.
"Not at all. This is a permanent addition. Trust me, you'll be for the better. I don't doubt your skills, girls, but the addition of this new member will certainly be a help. He's a veteran."
"He? I thought all your spy teams were all girls." Clover remarked, "What happened to 'girl power'?"
"Please, girls, trust me. We do have several all-male teams in other branches across the globe, including Japan, Germany, and France. As it turns out, co-gender teams are never seen, but we've been trying to experiment with them in our British branch for the past three months and found them a huge success. Your friend, Brittany, has recently been made the fourth member of an originally all-male team in our New York branch, and we thought that perhaps you three would be into giving it a shot. Of course, if you want to remain a three-member team, we can always give our new member a solo job until we can recruit some more members."
"I think it's a great idea." Alex smiled, "We could use some fresh faces in our group."
"Great." Jerry smiled, "Well, here's a bit of background information on him. He's from a lower section in our Los Angeles Branch, the one stationed in Reseda, which is in the Valley. He's the longest running solo agent in WHOOP history, lasting by himself for the past three years. He's also completed more missions than any other team in the entire United States branch. He wanted to join a team for a while, but there were no other teams in his branch that were male. Now, co-gender teams are open, but unfortunately he was beaten out by members from our other branches and has to remain a solo-team until we suggested you three."
"Sounds like a great guy." Sam nodded, "He could be of some help."
"Very good, then. Well, I'd like to introduce you to your new teammate."
The door to the right of Jerry's desk slowly slid open and a figure stepped out. The girls were shocked at the face they beheld.
Violet: Ooh, dramatic.
Vivica: TIM! DL AND YOU AND LANCE ARE ALL THE SAME PERSON!
Violet: And that means...
Vivica: They're all super-hot!
Violet: Well, you two lost your chance with Lance, since he loves me. DL is taken by Ayame...and I seriously doubt either of you could possibly get into this fic and steal Tim.
Rain: We? Why do you include me in this? I don't love anyone.
Violet: I can think of someone...
Rain: Yeah? Who?
Violet: =snaps fingers=
Lance: Eh? What the hell?
Rain: =drools=
Violet: =snaps fingers=
Lance: =disappears=
Violet: See?
Rain: =comes to senses= Oh, fine, so I like Lance. Who doesn't or hasn't at one point?
Violet: Point taken. Well, let's get this over with. Who could the new agent be? Is it perhaps David? Maybe someone new? Or maybe...nah, it couldn't be...could it? Well, tune in to find out!
Violet: We're back! Well, that's good. Hey girls, great to see you.
Vivica: Likewise, Violet. Gee, we haven't seen each other in musing form in a while, have we?
Violet: Nope. We've been on a little break of sorts. Although, I've returned to the musing duties in DL's Final Fantasy Zero fic (check it out, please?).
Rain: That's only because you and Lance got together...
Violet: Maybe so, but...
Rain: Oh, can it girlie! Geez, I can't believe I got beaten by Little-Miss-Sunshine...
Violet: Huh? Uh...I'll just ignore that...and start the fic...
Chapter 1: Senior Year Begins
Summer Vacation was over at last, much to the chagrin of the students of Beverly Hills High School. Three students in particular were very sad to be coming back. Sam, Clover, and Alex were disappointed for one major reason: They had received news that David, their ever-lasting crush and the school's former most popular Junior, was leaving the school. His father had apparently gotten a job somewhere overseas and the entire family had to move. So, the girls returned to with low spirits, because not only was David leaving, but they were getting a new student this year. On the car ride to school (Alex has her license now), the girls discussed their new schoolmate-to-be.
"I hear he's from the Valley." Alex said, "This can't be good..."
"Oh, come on Alex." Sam said, "Not all the Valley kids are stupid, vulgar jerks. Obviously the fact that this guy is coming here is enough proof of that."
"Puh-lease." Clover remarked, "Nothing good has EVER come out of the Valley."
"Clover's right, Sam. Whoever this guy is, he's probably bad news."
"We haven't even met him yet, Alex. How do you know that he's not a good person?" Sam pleaded.
"Because he from the VALLEY, Sam." Clover sighed, "Geez, get a grip."
"Well, I think whoever he is, he can't be all bad. According to the school records I checked, he was the best student from the best school down there."
"Like that says a lot..." Clover replied.
"You don't understand, he went to a magnet school (you...uh...all know what those are, right?)."
"So? Big whoop-dee-do..."
"Clover, Magnet schools are only open to students with smarts. Our school is a magnet school (note: I had to do this to make sense. If you actually GO to BHHS, please don't tell me whether you're a magnet or not. I don't care), remember?"
"So?"
"So, our school and his former are one in the same, so to speak."
"Come off it Sam." Alex interrupted, "Let's just forget about it. Arguing over whether this guy is smart or not won't get us anywhere. And besides, why would we care? It's not like he's cute or anything, since we all know that those Valley boys aren't."
"She's got a point there Sam." Clover smiled.
"Fine, let's stop arguing. Still, I wonder why he's even here. The school reports never said why he's coming here..."
Alex parked her car (I'll leave that up to you. My pick: 1994 Dodge Viper, Jet Black. Beautiful) in the student parking lot (again, don't care if that exists, IT DOES NOW!) and the girls got out and headed to homeroom. They took their seats in the back of the class just as the bell rang. The teacher walked in and stood at the front of class, and began to give his welcoming speech.
"Welcome, Seniors, to another glorious year at Beverly Hills High. I'm glad to see all of your familiar faces, though it still comes as quite a shock to be missing one of our best and brightest, David."
Clover, Sam, and Alex all let out a simultaneous, disheartened sigh.
"But, a new school year brings on new things. For example, you all know that the prom is this year, no more of those 'Junior Dances'. Also, we do have a few new faces in the Senior Class. However, only one of them is joining our homeroom, and he'll most likely be in a few of your classes if you're in the honors (again, you DO know what this is, right?) programs."
A few of the other students bean talking amongst themselves about the new student, wondering if it was the 'Valley Boy'.
"So, I'd like to introduce our new student, who hails from the Valley (GASP!). Please give a warm Beverly Hills High welcome to Tim."
The teacher stepped aside and allowed the new student to enter from the hallway. The room seemed to focus on him, mainly the female members of the class. The truth was, they were shocked to see exactly what the 'Valley Boy' looked like.
Tim stood about 6'0", making him one of the taller members of the class. He had short black hair tied in a short ponytail in back. He wore a white T-shirt underneath his slightly opened sky blue shirt and had a Navy blue pair of denim jeans. His blue-green eyes scanned the room briefly before he began to give his introductory speech (what is it with speeches at this school?).
"Yeah, well, hi." he said with a sexy voice (oh yeah), "My name is Tim, and I just moved here from the Valley. My grandparents recently bequeathed me a large sum of money, pending my movement to a better neighborhood, so here I am. I decided to come to Beverly High because, well, I heard it's a great school. The only thing is, it's not as great as my old school, which was the best in all of District C of the Los Angeles Unified School District (trust me, unless you know what school I'm speaking of, you won't know what school I'm speaking of), but it should suit me just fine."
"Very good, Tim." said the teacher, "Now, explain what your interests are or something if you'd like. Perhaps you'd be able to join a club or a team."
"Oh, right." Tim nodded, "Well, I'm sort of a computer whiz, but I'm not a geek, I assure you. I'm also into baseball, and I planned on trying out for the team here, since my old school's team already had two players for my position and didn't need a third. Uh...let's see...oh yeah! I'm an author of sorts, and I write fictional, fan-based stories, or fanfictions, and I post them on the internet on a site called fanfiction.net (I'd better get paid for this...). So, uh...yeah, that's about it."
Tim smiled lightly and took his seat in the back, where the only seat left was. Ironically enough, it was right next to Alex, who shyly tried to look away.
"Well, that's good. Now, homeroom will be in session for another...oh, five minutes it looks like. So, talk amongst yourselves." the teacher announced as he took his seat,
Tim looked over at the three girls sitting next to him and decided to be friendly and offered his hand to shake.
"Hi, I'm Tim. And you are...?"
"I'm...Alex..." Alex shyly said.
"My name is Sam. Pleased to meet you, Tim." Sam said confidently.
"And I'm Clover." Clover said, trying to sound sexy.
"So, I assume you girls aren't new around here, since you didn't have to give a stupid speech."
"Well, no, we're not." Sam answered, "Actually, we've been here since our Freshman year."
"Oh, veterans, eh?" Tim smiled, "Well, that's good. Obviously you know I'm new here, so, since we're all acquainted and all, could you show me around?"
"Uh..sure..." Alex said dreamily.
"No problem." Clover responded, again trying to sound sexy.
"Great." Tim smiled, "So...uh...when's lunch around here? I haven't eaten since lunch yesterday..."
"Why not?" Alex asked.
"Uh...that's kind of a personal question...uh..." Tim coughed, "I don't really want to say."
"Ooh, Tim's got a secret..." Clover cooed.
"Quiet Clover." Sam said quickly, "Lunch is at noon, Tim."
"Noon? Aww...man." Tim groaned, "Well, at least at a Hills school I can get some good food. You wouldn't believe the junk they fed us in the Valley..."
"Do tell..." Clover purred.
"Well, uh, there was chicken tenders that were too tough, and cheeseburgers that had the buns stuck to the cheese, and pizza with cheese that looked like wax."
"Oh gross..." Alex said, "You actually ate that stuff?"
"Of course not. I'm a gourmet." Tim smiled, "My grandparents, bless their hearts, would take me out to eat every night. I usually brought extra stuff home and warmed it up in the morning for breakfast."
"Rugged..." Clover said.
"Tell us more..." Alex said, "The Valley sounds so interesting told from the Valley Kid's point of view..."
The bell rang just as she completed her sentence, and the class began to shuffle out before heading to heir next classroom. Tim whipped out his schedule and quickly compared it to his new friends'.
"Well, that's a drag." Tim said, "We all have only three classes together. Second period: Calculus (woo!), Third: French 3 (woo!), and Sixth: Honors Economics (woo! Note: This is based off of my schedule for next year, which is also my senior year [woo!]). Well, I guess I'll see you all in second period. Until then, see you later."
Tim headed off out the door as the girls stood up and grabbed their bags.
"This bites..." Clover said, "I really want to be in more classes with him..."
"I think we're in for a great year girls. Looks like David has a replacement...and there's no Mandy to try and take him either. Just the three of us..." Alex said, "By the way, what ever happened to Mandy?"
"Shoplifting." Sam said flatly, "Funny how people THAT rich think they can get away with anything..."
"By the way girls, what are our schedules this year?"
The girls quickly compared schedules before looking at each other triumphantly.
"This has to be the third time this has happened. We all have the exact same schedules." Clover said with glee as the girls headed for the first class of the day: Physics.
"That's great news." Alex said happily, "And think, three of our classes are shared with Tim..."
"To think, we seem to do this every year too." Sam sighed, "We always find one boy that all three of us like, and we end up trying not to fight over him."
"Well, you know what they say, 'third time's the charm'. Maybe this year, the boy we all like will actually like one of us. David, the goof, liked Mandy. Well, she's out of our hair now, so Tim's all ours."
First period passed by uneventfully. When the bell rang, the girls sprinted off to Calculus to make sure they got a seat next to Tim. Lucky for them, since they were the first one's there, other than the one person they were so glad to see.
"Hey girls." Tim said, "Good to see you."
The girls smiled and took their seats. They had already made an agreement in first period that each of them would get one class to sit next to Tim in, not counting homeroom. With the ancient, dignified game of Rock-paper-scissors, they decided who would be the lucky girl each time. Sam, who lost best two out three with both Clover and Alex, got Honors Economics. Alex, who lost to Clover, got Calculus. Clover, the overall winner, got her pick, and since French is the language of the true romantic, she picked the class as her destined meeting spot with boy wonder (Robin? No, he's on Teen Titans, which is on thirty minutes after Totally Spies every night on Cartoon Network. What? I'm not allowed to watch these shows?).
For now, Alex was the lucky girl, and took her seat next to Tim while Clover and Alex took up seats in front of them. Class began and proceeded quite well. Alex was never happier that she hated math, since now it was giving her a chance to talk with Tim, who seemed to understand the material as if he wrote it himself.
"Tim...uh...I don't quite get this question..." she said meekly as she slid her paper over towards him, "Could you explain it?"
"Sure, Alex. But I warn you, I'm a terrible teacher when it comes to anything. I find too many shortcuts in math to really be of too much help..."
Tim explained anyway, and low-and-behold, Alex was still confused.
"I told you." Tim sighed, "The only things I can explain well are video games...and even then, I'm not too good, or French since that's easy (note: This is all true about me. What? You haven't guessed by now that the Tim here is me? Geez, what clue did you need? Anyway, I can't explain games good since I'm always SO tempted to just grab the damn controller and do it myself. Same with school, just copying. Yep. Bad teacher, that I am). Oh well. I suppose if I keep trying, I can be of some help..."
He tried again, doing his best to avoid using any of his shortcuts (again true. Math, ah, so easy to find little work-cutting shortcuts. Saves time, and time is money), and when he was done, Alex understood every last word.
"Oh, now I get it." Alex smiled, "So that's how that works. Thanks a lot Tim."
"No problem." Tim smiled back.
Alex grinned at her own genius, not noticing the jealous glares of Clover and Sam.
(Oh well.) Clover thought, (Soon, it's my turn...)
Next up was Nutrition (Recess for those of you who call it that. Man, why did they have to change it? You don't really get much nutrition out of it...), and the girls used the time to show Tim around. They showed him the Gym, the baseball field, the cafeteria (they had to fight in order to keep him from eating a vending machine), and even the library. The bell rang, and it was to classes again.
French 3 was next, and it proved too easy. Tim had had a real strict French 2 teacher back at home, and knew things now that French 4 students were supposed to be learning halfway through a semester. Needless to say, he was very bored. The only thing that kept him sane was the fact that Clover kept asking for help (theme?). She didn't understand a word the teacher was saying, and kept asking Tim to translate. Of course, she had a trick up her sleeve and she always asked him to say it in French, then English, just so she could hear him use the glorious French accent. Even the most menial statements, when Tim said them in French, sounded romantic (ex [note: no, I'll just put it in English so as not to really worry you. After all, you're obviously not reading to learn]: "Turn to page 3" or "Who can answer the question?").
The girls sighed sadly as the class came to an end and the three of them split off from Tim for fourth period: English. Class was boring without someone new to talk to, so the girls were actually quite glad when the world called upon them. The ground underneath their chairs opened up and the three girls fell through the floor in a flash before the floor reappeared again. They slid down the WHOOP tunnel until they reached the end and landed on the trademark heart shaped bed.
"Good morning spies." Jerry smiled from his side of the desk, "Good to see you."
"Hey Jerry." Alex said as she sat up, "Thanks for getting us out of..."
"Class!" Sam exclaimed, "Oh, Jerry, why did you take us away NOW of all times!? Now I can't sit next to Tim today..."
"Relax Sam, you'll see him tomorrow. Although, I'm sure he'll probably wonder why we're not in class...or at lunch..." Clover assured her.
"Tim?" Jerry asked, "Oh, let me guess. He's a new boy at school, and the three of you are infatuated with him."
"You read us like a map, Jerry." Alex sighed.
"I know you all a little too well, girls. But, back to the task at hand. We've got a new mission for you three today, and it's a toughie."
"That figures..." Clover sighed, "never an easy mission on the day we all want to relax..."
"Um...right. Well, here the scoop. It would seem that there been a problem in Hawaii regarding a strange activity in the seabed. Volcanic activity there is supposed to have been extinct for well over a few millennia, but some divers saw traces of activity there. We don't suspect that anyone has the ability to cause this, so for now we're assuming it's only a natural thing and will go away after a few years or so. However, we have been receiving strange electronic reading from nearby the site of activity and it's worth a shot that someone may be behind this. We want you girls to find out exactly what's going on and who's behind all of this, if anyone."
"Sounds weird." Sam stated.
"Quite so, Sam. Now, we have some new gadgets to give you girls, none of them ever used in the field before. So, obviously you're our field testers, but we can assure you that they all work correctly. Anyway, first we have laser wrist watches. There's also the grappling-hook-in-a-pen, and our top favorite, the A.G.E. Pack."
"Age? What kind of name is that?" Clover asked.
"A.G.E. Pack. Anti-Gravity-Engine Pack. It's like a jet pack, but it eliminates the need for gravity and is therefore better for use. While you can't fly as high, it offers better maneuverability. Plus, we even added in a boost button so that, should you need to go that extra mile."
"Cool." Alex remarked.
"Oh, and I also have big news for you, ladies. As I've been telling you, we've been working on getting that transfer agent for a while now, and we got word a few days ago that he was finally being transferred here. Because our Washington branch is suggesting we attempt to try four-person teams to maximize efficiency, we decided that our new operative will be joining your little group as your fourth wheel."
"Is this like when Brittany joined us for while?" Sam asked.
"Not at all. This is a permanent addition. Trust me, you'll be for the better. I don't doubt your skills, girls, but the addition of this new member will certainly be a help. He's a veteran."
"He? I thought all your spy teams were all girls." Clover remarked, "What happened to 'girl power'?"
"Please, girls, trust me. We do have several all-male teams in other branches across the globe, including Japan, Germany, and France. As it turns out, co-gender teams are never seen, but we've been trying to experiment with them in our British branch for the past three months and found them a huge success. Your friend, Brittany, has recently been made the fourth member of an originally all-male team in our New York branch, and we thought that perhaps you three would be into giving it a shot. Of course, if you want to remain a three-member team, we can always give our new member a solo job until we can recruit some more members."
"I think it's a great idea." Alex smiled, "We could use some fresh faces in our group."
"Great." Jerry smiled, "Well, here's a bit of background information on him. He's from a lower section in our Los Angeles Branch, the one stationed in Reseda, which is in the Valley. He's the longest running solo agent in WHOOP history, lasting by himself for the past three years. He's also completed more missions than any other team in the entire United States branch. He wanted to join a team for a while, but there were no other teams in his branch that were male. Now, co-gender teams are open, but unfortunately he was beaten out by members from our other branches and has to remain a solo-team until we suggested you three."
"Sounds like a great guy." Sam nodded, "He could be of some help."
"Very good, then. Well, I'd like to introduce you to your new teammate."
The door to the right of Jerry's desk slowly slid open and a figure stepped out. The girls were shocked at the face they beheld.
Violet: Ooh, dramatic.
Vivica: TIM! DL AND YOU AND LANCE ARE ALL THE SAME PERSON!
Violet: And that means...
Vivica: They're all super-hot!
Violet: Well, you two lost your chance with Lance, since he loves me. DL is taken by Ayame...and I seriously doubt either of you could possibly get into this fic and steal Tim.
Rain: We? Why do you include me in this? I don't love anyone.
Violet: I can think of someone...
Rain: Yeah? Who?
Violet: =snaps fingers=
Lance: Eh? What the hell?
Rain: =drools=
Violet: =snaps fingers=
Lance: =disappears=
Violet: See?
Rain: =comes to senses= Oh, fine, so I like Lance. Who doesn't or hasn't at one point?
Violet: Point taken. Well, let's get this over with. Who could the new agent be? Is it perhaps David? Maybe someone new? Or maybe...nah, it couldn't be...could it? Well, tune in to find out!