[ Summary] :
A new student at Kennedy High stirs emotions in the Satan while Sam's dreams begins to take a very interesting turn…

[ Disclaimer] :
Everything you recognize belongs to whoever owns the Popular- TV Series. Anything else you might recognize, I must have picked them up from watching
too much TV

[ Note] :
Excuse the English cause it's not my first language so if there are mistakes please forgive me…

Contains slash elements. So, if you're uncomfortable with it or it's illegal for you to read about it, then I suggest you read something else.
Though what I have written is not explicit, I do not want to offend anyone

I have this insane obsession with Nicole Julian so this fic is focused on her but I am also Brooke/Sam shipper, so that's in also...

[ Warning] :
This is my first fic on Popular - TV Series. Since in my country, it had only been shown recently and only in the first season,
I hadn't had all the characters entirely down yet. Full of loopholes so bear with me...

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Say Cheese - Part 1

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"KENNEDY HIGH"

Dean stared at the sign looming above her. She took a deep sigh and stepped into the hallway. In front of her, students were scurrying here and there, heading to their respective classes. She glanced down at the note in her hand. 'Principal Cecilia Hall – Main Office'.

"Great… where the hell is the main office?"

She scanned her surroundings and saw a small group of students crowding a locker, chatting merrily. They looked friendly enough, she decided as she headed towards them.

"Excuse me…"

Sam turned to find an unfamiliar figure standing behind her. For a moment she thought it was a guy but then, she realized it was a girl, a butch looking girl with short dark hair and black leather jacket. But the smile was warm and friendly. Even a tad shy…

"Hi…" the girl said. "I'm kinda lost… Can you please point me the way to the main office…?"

"Yeah, just go straight down the hall and turn left…"

"Do you know how many cows had to die to make that jacket?" Lily piped up, eyeing the jacket.

An eyebrow arched up.

"Lily!" Carmen exclaimed sounding horrified.

"What? She's practically a walking cowhide!"

Dean fought the urge to laugh. "If you excuse me…" she said instead. "I'd like to go to see the Principal before class starts… Thanks for the direction…"

The group watched as the new girl started to walk away but suddenly, she stopped and turned to Lily.

"By the way, Miss WWF… FYI – This is faux leather…"

Then she winked and walked away.

Lily was turning bright red. "Oh, my…"

"Lily! Are you blushing?" Carmen asked.

"What…?" Lily protested. "Nobody ever called me that before…"

"Is that all the reason?"

Dean stood at the front of the bored looking class as the teacher read her admission slip.

"Class…" she said at last. "Looks like we have a new student here… A transfer student from LA... De-anna McLeod…"

"Actually that's Dean-na McLeod…"

Snickers can be heard from the class.

"I see… Well, you can just sit anywhere you want…"

Dean could feel the eyes on her back as she made her way to an empty seat near the window. Stare all you want… Like I give a shit what you think…

"Hey…"

She turned to find the brunette whom had showed her the direction earlier.

"Hey…"

Sam smiled. "I'm Sam… Welcome to Kennedy High…" she extended her hand.

"Dean… Nice to meet you…" Dean smiled.

"Same here…"

Sam knocked lightly on Mr. Grant's door and pushed the door open. She stepped inside but then hesitated when she saw Mr. Grant was talking to a student.

"Oh, sorry for interrupting…"

Mr. Grant looked up. "No, no…" he said gesturing for her to come in. "Come on in Sam. There's someone I'd like you to meet…"

The student in the in the chair in front of Mr. Grant's desk stood up and turned. Sam smiled in recognition. "Dean?"

"Oh, you two already know each other?" Mr. Grant asked.

"We share a couple of classes…" Dean said, grinning.

"I see… Then, you'd have no problem with working together then…"

"Working together?" Sam asked.

"I just offered myself as the paper's photographer…"

Dean scanned the cafeteria with its rows of tables. Most of them were filled with young men and women, some were staring at their tray as if a huge glob monster are going to jump out from the watery scrambled egg and some were actually eating the said stuff. Most however, were chatting happily away.

She herself was seated at a table where the occupants were chatting merrily. Though half of what they were saying doesn't make any sense to her but at least she's not feeling left out and she has Sam to thank. She had introduced her to her friends.

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eyes, she caught a glimpse of a table not far from them where four girls in cheerleader outfits were sitting. Something about the way they were staring in the direction of her table disturbed her.

"Is it me or that group of cheerleaders is looking like they're ready to pounce on our table?"

"Nope, they're really ready to pounce…" Sam answered without even looking up.

Dean frowned. "You guys have a war going on…?"

"Only Sam…" Harrison, the only male occupant at the table answered.

Dean cocked up an eyebrow.

"See the tall blonde one?" Sam asked.

Dean spotted the said blonde. Beautiful… she noted. "The anorexic one?"

"Dean!" Sam practically shrieked. "She's not anorexic…" she added lowering her voice as if she had caught herself short.

"She sure could use some meat on her bones…" Dean said. "Hell, maybe it's just me… I like women to be a bit meatier…"

As soon as she made that comment, Dean could feel the questioning eyes on her. She shrugs. "So, I'm a KD Lang fan… Any problem with that?"

"No…" Sam was quick to answer. "No, we don't have any problem with that… Do we guys?" she looked around the table. Three heads shook from side to side.

"Good…" Dean said. "Cause I really like you guys and it'll be a shame if we can't hang out just cause I'm gay…"

"How does it feel to be with a woman?"

All heads turned to Harrison.

"That didn't come out right…" he said. "What I meant was, you're a girl and you're also dating a girl… And my bet is that you sleep with girls too…"

The boy practically turned blue.

"Okie-dokie…" Dean interjected. "I get the point…"

"don't tell us that you've got that threesome thingy fetish too, Harrison…" Lily said.

"I don't understand why male fantasies so often seems to center around two women when you guys are so often inadequate even with one! I can't imagine anything less attractive than going to bed with two gay men…" Carmen said.

"Well, that's a mouthful…"

"Sorry..."Carmen murmured.

"Anyways, what's with skin and bones over there and you Sam?" Dean asked.

"She's my future stepsister…" She replied between clenched teeth.

"Ouch…" Dean grimaced.

"Not to mention Sam's obsession with bringing the Glamazons down and dragging them face first in the mud…"

"Right with their perfect Prada shoes and even more perfect Donna Karan outfits…"

Dean picked up her camera and focused towards the 'Glamazon' table. Interesting, she thought. One of the girls noticed the camera and began posing voluntarily. But the lens was not focused on the longhaired blonde. But rather on the shorthaired one who was glaring into the camera. And the corner of Dean's lips curled into a small smile.

"What the hell are you doing Mary Cherry?" Nicole snapped.

"Having my picture taken…" Mary Cherry answered

She then proceeded to pout her lips in a look that was supposedly to be sexy but it only made Nicole wanted to bonk her head with her tray. She's rich… She's rich… Nicole repeated to herself silently. She then took a deep breath and turned her attention to her best friend.

"So, Brooke… How are things at home? Spam giving you shit again?"

"No…" Brooke shook her head. "She's pretty much ignoring me… Which is fine by me…" she said as she pushed her peas around her plate.

"Then, why do you look like you're about to pass kidney stone?"

"I do not…" Brooke said finally looking up.

"Yes, you do…"

Brooke shrugs. "I don't know, Nic…"

"you're still hung up about Josh?" Nicole asked.

"No… It has nothing to do with Josh…"

"PMS?"

"Yeah, I guess that it…"

Nicole knew her friend was hiding something but she did not want to push her further. Knowing Brooke, sooner or later she'll tell… Jeez, is that camera still aimed this way? That is really annoying.

"Hey! Stop aiming that thing here!"

The camera lowered and Nicole found herself staring into pair of dark brown eyes. The owner of the eyes was regarding her with a lazy grin that shot tingles down her spine.

"Sorry…" the lips moved. Then, it was gone. The eyes and the lips had turned back to listen to what Spam Mc 'Bitch' Pherson was saying. Nicole felt like picking up her fork and jamming it right between her eyes. Nicole Julian, for god sakes! That's a girl! Albeit a cute one but still, a girl!

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Her body jerked with abandon as the tongue traced a ring of fire around her breast. A hand came up, wrapping itself possessively around her breast, the thumb flicking against her nipple, against its rosy peak till she moaned with pleasure.

Her body was alive, every curve crying out for fulfillment. The desire to be satisfied was overwhelming and she felt her body move rhythmically against her lover, she could feel herself sinking into the depths of desire and she called out…

"Brooke…!" Sam's eyes flew open. She found herself staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. She was covered with beads of sweat and panting for breath. The remnants of the dream lingers.

"Oh, god…"

"Sam! Get up! Or you'll be late for school!"

Sam had barely made her way into the kitchen when Brooke came out of the kitchen and ran smack into her.

"Oh, sorry…" She mumbled and without even glancing, she continued to the door and disappeared. A few seconds after that, a car could be heard roaring away.

"Morning…"

"Oh, good morning honey…" Jan greeted her daughter giddily. "You got up late today… Did you stay up late writing for an article…? Did you sleep well?"

What the hell is she so happy about? Oh, god! Don't tell me she heard me? Shit...Shit…Thousands of thought began to cramp into Sam's head. But then, she spotted Mike grinning… Like a clam… And goose bumps spread right up her neck… Jeez…these two are at it like rabbits!

"Did you have a pleasant dream?" her mother was saying.

"Uuhh… Yeah…" Sam managed to mumble. If you knew what I was dreaming about and with whom, it'll give you a heart attack!

"I think I better get to school…"

"What? You haven't had your breakfast yet…" Jane said.

Seeing Mike's sated grin had basically ruined my appetite for the rest of the week… Sam was tempted to say but she just shook her head. "It's okay mom… I'll grab something on the way… I'm already late…Bye…" And with that she was off like a shot.

"McLeod!"

Dean's head snapped up. "Yes Ma'am? Sir?" she asked as Glass stood hands akimbo at the front of the class.

"If you can tear your attention from Miss Julian's butt for a moment…"

All heads snapped back to Dean's table at the back of the class, including Nicole who turned into a series of interesting shades of red.

"Perhaps you could explain to the class the mechanics of how the eyes works?" Glass was saying.

Dean smiled completely unperturbed. "Well…" she started. "Rays of light pass through the transparent cornea at the front of the eye. The lens then focuses them onto the retina – that's the region packed with light sensitive cells called rods and cones. A chemical change triggers the cells to send impulses through the optic nerve to the brain. The entire process takes about… uh… I dunno… Two thousandth of a second…"

Glass looked really impressed. "Finally, a student who actually answers my question with an answer…" she said. "Good, McLeod… You have my permission to go back to staring at Miss Julian's butt…"

Nicole was irritated beyond measure. As soon as Glass turned her back to the class, she turned to the table behind her. "I don't appreciate having my butt stared at and especially not by a dyke like you!"

Dammit! There's that smile again, Nicole fumes. A lopsided grin with a tiny dimple on the left cheek. The face belonged to a fallen angel. Dark, brown twinkling eyes, high cheekbones, and mouth shaped in erotic brooding lines. Her hair tumbles over her forehead in casual layers obviously from running her fingers in it constantly.

"FYI – I only stared at your butt for the first 15 minutes… After that, I fell asleep…"

Nicole seriously felt like causing bodily harm at the grinning face but instead, she just huffed and turned around again, forcing herself to concentrate on what Glass was saying. She could hear Spam giggling. Great! Now, Spam would have a hell of a time coming up with damning news about her. Brooke looked over her shoulder and gave her a sympathetic smile.

"God, Dean!" Sam said as they made their way out of the lab. "Did you really stare at Satan's butt?"

"Satan?"

"That's Sam's nickname for Nicole…" Carmen explained.

"Oh…" Dean said. "I see…"

"Did you?'

Dean smiled sheepishly. "Yeah… Can't help myself…" she said. "That girl got a really serious set of spotlight and bumpers…"

"Huh?"

"Spotlight…" Dean said pointing to Sam's breast. "Bumpers…" points to Lily's derrière who happens to be walking in front of her. "It's a code my brother always use whenever he wants to discuss about girls in front of my parents…"

Sam burst into a fit of laughter that she had to support herself against Dean's arms. She was virtually hanging on Dean for dear life that she had to stop walking and held Sam in place before she slides onto the floor. The others just shook their heads.

Brooke watched all this from a distance and she felt a tug of pain in her chest. She looked so beautiful when she laugh, with her hair all strewn about her face. The laughter itself, a rich, wonderful sound… Brooke fought back tears from slipping out as she watched Dean wrap her arm around Sam's waist in the attempt to control her and then, clamping her mouth shut with her hand to muffle the mirth as she guided her out of the hallway. How she wish she was the one holding her…

"I am so gonna kill that bitch…" Nicole said furiously. "I swear I'm gonna kill her…" She slammed her locker door shut as if imagining the said bitch's head was between them.

"I think you should take that as a compliment, Nicky…" Mary Cherry said. "I mean your butt must be good enough for even a woman to want to stare at it…"

"I don't want a dyke staring at my butt, Mary Cherry!" Nicole hissed.

"Just let it go, Nic…" Brooke said wearily.

"What do you mean let it go?" Nicole snapped. "She was staring at my butt! Of all people, a dyke!" she said. "I mean, I can accept if it was a boy, hell even Emory but McLeod? The dyke from Hellmount LA?"

"Actually Hellmount is on Sunnydale…" Mary Cherry said.

Hearing Mary Cherry's divine intervention just about drove Nicole up the wall. She stormed off towards the Novak.

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So, tell me.. Is it worth a second episode or not??

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