CHAPTER FIVE

"Acceptance"

DISCLAIMER- I dont own anything exept the mercies, james, and duchess :)

IMPORTANT COMMENT- WE'RE BASICALLY JUST GOING TO SKIP EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENED AT THE VERY LAST POINT IN THE LAST CHAPTER. MEANING: LILY NEVER CALLED HER MOM, AND NO ONE WAS AT THE WINDOW. ALSO, I ADDED NEW PICTURES ON MY PROFILE OF ALLIE AND SHELLIE!!! BE SURE TO CHECK THAT OUT! IT'S NEW ACTRESSES!

A/N-This chapter focuses on Shellie Kayman, a bitchy girl, who's not so bitchy...

"Acceptance"

Thursday, October 11
6:15 am

...BEEP BEEP BEEP...

Allie Einerson's alarm clock beeped her out of her dream. She pulled the pink, fuzzy sleeping mask off of her eyes, sat up in her bed, and stretched her arms above her head. Her younger sister, Genette, who's fourteen, waddled into her room. "G'morning, sis. Momma wants you up now."

Allie rolled her eyes. "Good morning, Gennie. Can you tell mom I don't want to go to school today?"

Genette crossed her arms. "And your excuse this morning would be...?

Allie bit her lip to think for a moment. "Tell her...tell her I ran out of tampons...and I need to stay home so blood doesnt ruin the...shiny new floors!"

"And you really think she's gonna buy that?" Genette hissed.

"No, but it's worth a shot. Just tell her I don't feel well."

"Nice try, that was last week's excuse. You can't have the flu two weeks in a row. Sorry, babe. You're getting up!" The fourteen year old smart-mouthed, turning on her heel and leaving the room.

"Ugh, I hate that kid." Allie groaned. "But I've taught her well!" She bragged to herself, just as her computer dinged.

"New Video Podcast Request" The big button on her screen said.

She pranced over and clicked "accept", as her best friend Ellie appeared. "Hey, chickie. Get the girls." The overly-extatic brunette smiled.

Allie clicked on her other best friends, Shellie and Kellie, who appeared instantly.

Shellie yawned. "I was sleeping. Y'know, you could wait until I'm fully woken up before we podcast ourselves."

Kellie looked at her screen. "Shut up, Shell. You're lucky to even be a miss mercy."

"Very good, Kellie." Allie smiled. "You've the true meaning of being a miss mercy."

"What's that?" Ellie asked.

"Making other people feel bad." Allie continued.

The Beverly Hills 90210 wanna-bes laughed.

"So...what're we gonna do to Truscott now that she's stolen Ellie's guy?" A curious Kellie asked each of her friends, parted in four different windows on her computer screen. As well as everyone else's.

"Hmm...good question." Allie retorted, wandering her eyes to the ceiling.

"Haven't we already tried everything? Jealousy, threatening, lying..." Shellie offered her opinion, then added. "Maybe we should just give the girl a break."

"Ugh, are you listening to this, Al?!" Ellie screamed after rolling her eyes.

Allie gasped. "It's like you don't know us at all! Shellie Rachel-Marie Kayman, we are hereby putting you on Mercie probation!"

The three opposite girls of Shellie clapped in synch once.

"As punishment, you are being booted off this podcast." Allie added, clicking Shellie's window's "X" button. The two other girls did the same.

"There, now let's plan everything." Ellie smiled evily.

8:19 am

Shellie's POV

I wasn't exactly kicked out of The Mercies, more like "Put on hold". It happens to everyone now and then. I don't have much against Truscott...I mean Lily. She's actually pretty cool. I wanted to be her friend before, but then I joined The Mercies, and I guess I just...stopped wanting to hang out with people in my own clique. Yep, I used to be a skater girl. I know, shocking right? I never really hung out with Lily, though. She was just some girl I went to school with. Then she and her friend Miley became the number one enimees of The Mercies, and I couldn't like them anymore. I never actually liked them, though...I just never really hated them, either.

Anyways, at school...

I shut my books into my locker and spun around to see Allie.

"Hey, Shellie. New sweater? You weren't wearing it this morning!" She gazed at the new sweater my mom bought me.

"Nice to see you're talking to me," I rolled my eyes, turning back to my locker.

Allie leaned herself against the locker next to mine and sighed. "Look, Im sorry, Shell. What do you expect? You tried to change our plans."

"You need to leave the girl alone. You really do." I said, shutting my locker, giving her a pissed glare, and leaving. This time, she wasn't going to follow me.

I was clutching my books, nearly peircing my skin, and I turned the corner, and ran into a crowd. I slowly walked toward them, just curioustiy as to what was the matter. I walked up to my old friend, Michael to see what was going on.

"Hey, Mikey...whats the matter with everyone?" I asked, gluing my eyes at the scene, trying to stand on my tippies to see.

"Fight," He moaned over the roar of the crowd.

"Huh?" I asked, leaning in closer.

"Fight," He repeated, slightly louder.

"What?!" I asked, still unable to hear his word.

"Fight!" He shouted into my ear.

"Oh, who's fight?" I asked, after understanding.

"Lily and James! It's getting good. She slapped him!"

"Michael, you're so unsensitive!" I said, pushing my way to the crowd and into the scene. Every stared at me for a second.

"Oh, what're you staring at, ya big sissies? Ain't like you never seen a popular girl help out a non-popular girl!" I said, before pulling Lily away from James before he hit her. We were in the girl's bathroom now, which was just a few steps from the scene.

"Why'd you do that, Shellie? Don't you hate me?" Lily asked, trying to fix her hair.

"I never hated you, Truscott...I just kinda...lost it for a few years." I replied, after a few hesitation thoughts.

"We could've been friends, Shellie, you and me." She said, forcing a smile.

"I agree." I smiled back.

Silence...

"So, why aren't you with The Mercies?" She asked, putting a small laugh when she said "The Mercies".

"Im on probation." I said, honestly.

"Why?" She asked, raising her eyebrow, and giving me a look so strange it can't be identified.

"I was defending you." I said, honestly again. God, I hate honesty. I'd much rather lie. It's way funner.

She looked at me like I was crazy.

"You're okay, Truscott." I half-smiled, playfully punching her shoulder, and picking up my books. "Just watch that mouth of yours. It can get you in trouble. Oh, and don't expect anything from Oliver. Ellie will haunt you until you die. Trust me." I warned.

She smiled back, and I walked out of the bathroom, the crowd was gone. I was halfway down the hallway when I heard her behind me.

"Hey," It called, as I spun around to see Lily, hanging out of the doorway.

"Thanks." She finished, smiling.

I winked at her. I didn't feel it was right to talk to her...just yet.

Lily's POV

Shellie Kayman. I don't remember much about her, just passing her in the hallways. Once she hit high school...it became a blur. We were never friends, but she is really pretty, and she is really cool. Maybe we can become friends. I never expected the fight to happen. I just went to school that day after leaving with the fact of kissing Oliver. I came through my front door and tossed my keys onto the counter. Duchess usually comes barking down the stairs at this point, today she didn't.

"Duchess?" I asked. No barks.

"Duchess?" I asked louder, searching the living room.

"Duchess?!" I yelled, getting worried.

I frantically searched upstairs and downstairs. My little pookie puppy was nowhere!

"Duchess!" I yelled, one last time.

At this point, I was freaking out. I clamped myself down on the bed, tired of searching, and upset. I began crying, until my hand hit something. A note. I picked it up.

Oh no...

The End...well for that chapter...Anyway, I thought I'd put a little something from Shellie in here. Just to explain that her character isn't a bitch like the other three. Also, in case you didn't read it, I put new pictures up of Allie and Shellie. Both are different actresses. Okay, well review please, it makes me so happy. And it'll get you to what the note said faster. :)