Chapter One: Mishap

Studying quietly at the school library, Jeanette Miller sat at a small table next to the window. A thunderstorm was just blowing in as Jeanette was packing up her things.

"Jeanette," the librarian said quietly, "Why don't you stay? It isn't safe for you to walk home in this storm."

"Okay," Jeanette replied, equally as quiet, "I'll just be right back." Jeanette opened the door and walked out of the library. She came up to the water fountain, where she didn't notice Alvin. She leaned in for a sip.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BOYFRIEND! WHOEVER YOU ARE GET - Jeanette?!" Brittany yelped.

"Jeanette?" Simon asked, equally as surprised. Alvin looked up, just as shocked.

"We are in deep trouble now," he muttered. Brittany, infuriated, took off down the hall. "We're over, Alvin!" she called. "Same for you, Jeanette!" Simon replied, taking off with Brittany. Alvin and Jeanette looked at each other with angered expressions.

"HOW COULD YOU?!" they asked at the same time. "ME?" they asked again. "YOU!" they yelled. "STOP THAT!" Alvin wanted to explode. "You ruined my relationship with Brittany! Do you look before you use it?!" "I could ask you the same thing!" Jeanette yelled back.

The two took off after their counterparts.

With Brittany and Alvin…

Brittany walked as fast as she could down the hall. Her heels clacked against the floor. "Brittany! Wait! I didn't mean to!" Alvin yelled. "Save it. You're a dirty liar. You said I was your only girl, and then I catch you lip-locking with Jeanette. My own sister!"

Alvin got in front of her. "Brittany, would I lie to you?" "Let me answer that, um, YES." "I didn't mean to kiss her! We both leaned in and didn't see each other!"

Brittany wasn't buying it. "Did you feel sparks?" "No…well…not really but…" "NOT REALLY?! THAT MEANS YOU FELT SOME SPARKS!" Brittany couldn't hold it in any longer. She ran into the girls' bathroom, sobbing.

With Simon and Jeanette…

"Simon! I'm trying to apologize!" Jeanette said, chasing after Simon. Simon turned around. "Save it. We all knew this would happen. We all knew that you would leave me for another guy. But my own brother?! Does my love mean anything to you?!" Simon yelled, turning around to face Jeanette.

Jeanette sighed. "I love you, Simon! Why can't you believe me?!" "Because I caught you kissing my BROTHER!"

Jeanette's eyes began brimming with tears. "WHY CAN'T YOU TRUST ME?!" she yelled, running into the girls' bathroom.

In the girls' bathroom…

Brittany and Jeanette looked at their tear-stained faces in the mirror as they continued sobbing. "You back-stabber!" Brittany yelled. "YOU'RE THE BACKSTABBER BRITTANY!" Jeanette yelled. "WHY AM I?" Brittany screamed back.

Jeanette looked at her sister with an angry/upset expression. "YOU'RE GOING TO END UP WITH SIMON AND I'M GOING TO END UP WITH YOUR STUPID BOYFRIEND ALVIN!"

Brittany looked back at her with an equal expression. "IS THAT HOW YOU WANT IT?! FINE! I'LL BE WITH SIMON! BUT WE WERE NEVER MEANT TO BE! AND KEEP ALVIN!" Brittany yelled, sniffling loudly. She ran out of the girls' bathroom.

The words Brittany said to Jeanette floated in her head. Keep Alvin? No, I can't love him! I need to set this right. I'm going to need Alvin, Eleanor, and Theodore, Jeanette thought.

In the boys' bathroom…

Alvin wiped his eyes and sat in a corner in the boys' bathroom. Had he really lost Brittany for good? He heard the door creak open. Simon came in and spotted him.

"Why are you here?" Simon asked, wiping his glasses. "I'm never going to have Brittany again…" Simon sighed. "I guess I wasn't thinking correctly at the time. I do want Jeanette. But if she wants me…she needs to prove to me her trust.

"Why can't you trust that it was an accident? A misunderstanding? A mishap? Or any other word for those?" Alvin asked.

"Because…if I know you…you lie a LOT…" "Gee, thanks. That really makes me feel better," Alvin said, glaring at Simon.

The next day at school…

Theodore and Eleanor looked at their siblings as the all glared each other.

"Guys, we're getting weirded-out. Please tell us what happened!" Theodore begged.

"We're fine," Jeanette said, still shooting daggers at Brittany. "It's just PEACHY," Brittany said, shooting Jeanette the same daggers.

"None of your beeswax," Alvin said through gritted teeth. "You should stay OUT OF IT…," Simon said with a slight growl. Eleanor and Theodore exchanged surprised glances.

"May I remind you the spring dance is coming up?" Eleanor cut in. Alvin, Brittany, Simon, and Jeanette fell into a shocked state. This was going to be a big problem.

"Guys?" Eleanor asked. She waved her hand in Brittany's face. No reaction. "Something bad happened, I can tell!" Theodore looked at her, confused.

"How can you tell?" "I always do it and she always swats my hand away and goes 'GET YOUR HAND OUT OF MY FACE!'" Eleanor said.

Lunchtime…

Still giving each other a glare, Simon and Jeanette slammed their lunches on the table, as did Alvin and Brittany.

Eleanor tugged on Theodore. "Let's go sit with the cooking club," she whispered. They ran away from the rest of the group and sat with another group of kids.

"It's Jeanette's fault," Simon said. "Me? It was…Brittany!" "Me? It was ALVIN!" "ME?! IT WAS SIMON, OBVIOUSLY!" "No it wasn't Alvin! It was you," Brittany said. "Oh really?" "YEAH…" "Yeah Alvin. It's your fault," Simon said. "Simon, say it again," Alvin said. "It's your fault." "Really? Okay, how about a repeat of 'my fault'!" Alvin walked around the table and kissed Jeanette. He broke away.

"Trying to make me jealous? Well here's what I'll do!" Simon walked around the table and kissed Brittany. The four were suddenly left speechless. Brittany broke away, and, dazed, walked to the cheerleading table. Simon walked to the math club's table, Alvin walked to the basketball team's table, and Jeanette walked to the chemistry club's table. Eleanor and Theodore looked at each other.

"Uh-oh…," Eleanor mumbled.

"We are in deep trouble now," Theodore said.

And there's a twist! How will everyone react in private? How will they make things right? Can Theodore and Eleanor even get involved?

Oh, by the way, they're teenagers and are in sophomore year and are all seventeen. That means they can drive.

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