I miss writing, and I miss you guys. I'm ready to jump into another story. This is gonna be a long one, and just like GG&RS I am always open to your suggestions. My stories have never been just mine. They've been ours.

Alright, alright.. I know. I'm a rebel. That's why they call me Rebel Russo… I may have gone too far this time though. Just maybe.. But, hey the little fuck stick had it coming to him. It's not my fault the dude has a little dick. Maybe he shouldn't have cheated on my brother. Maybe he shouldn't have given my brother chlamydia. Maybe he shouldn't have out-ed my brother, Max, to all of Tribeca Prep's student body. Just maybe if he didn't, if he hadn't done those things I wouldn't have snuck into the boys locker-room, and snapped a picture of his small package.. Honestly I thought about using magic to shrink his dick, but it was already pretty small, haha. I don't know what Max ever saw in that emo looking jackoff anyway. I mean he wasn't even that cute.

"Alex, Principal Laritate is ready to see you now." Mrs. Sherman called bitterly. She's never really liked me, but it's okay. I've never really liked her blonde terribly aging old ass anyway. Snoody bitch.

I hopped up out of the cushioned red chair I was waiting in, and strolled into Laritate's office. I'm so ready to get this shit over with. "Ah, Alexandra Russo." Laritate said as I sat down in front of his desk. One day I might turn him into a pig. He already looks like one, so we're half way there.

"Ah, Principal Laritate." I mimicked him with a grin on my face as I rested my converse a top his overly luxurious wooden desk. This thing is way too pricy for a principal to own.

Laritate sighed oh so heavily as he stared at my feet. I could tell he hated when I did this. "Feet down now Alex." He scolded. I rolled my eyes and removed them from his desk. "Care to tell me why you've taken it upon yourself to plaster nudes of Carl Edson across my campus?" He questioned me. I knew he was really angry about this. I licked my lips preparing to spew off some random bullshit, but before I could Laritate spoke again. "Quite frankly you're lucky that Mr. Edson is of age. Otherwise you would be facing charges for distribution of child pornography! You've publicly defiled a young man, Alex." He said to me. I just didn't care. "Do you feel no remorse?" He questioned.

I held my arms up. "It's not my fault he got the short end of the stick out of his family genes." I replied. "Pun intended." I added with a smile at my own cleverness as I dropped my hands back into my lap.

"You clearly have no sense of remorse for your unspeakable actions." The principal spoke as he looked through his calendar. "I have no choice but to suspend you for two weeks Ms. Russo." Sweet jesus! Two weeks off of school.. Hell yeah! Score for Russo.

I leaned onto Laritate's desk. "You, sir.. Are my hero." I said to the wanna be cowboy. I was so happy I didn't have to be at school for two whole fucking weeks.

I stood up to leave when I heard Laritate call out to me. "Not so fast Russo!" Shit. "I'm not finished with you yet." I sighed and turned back around to face him. "During your two week suspension you will be here. At Tribeca Prep. Sweeping and mopping the hallways."

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." I mumbled.

"No, Ms. Russo I'm not kidding." He informed me. "And, you will watch your language." He scolded me again. I rolled my eyes. Like I was going to watch my fucking mouth. Fucking prick. "You will meet with Janitor Robinson, Monday morning at 7:45 in front of my office." He said. "Now.. get out of my office."

"Fine." I said lowly as I turned to exit the room. I can't believe this shit. Two weeks of sweeping and mopping.

"Russo!" Oh, great. Here we go. The second I walk into the hallway Carl spots me. "What the fuck!?" Stupid fucking black Beiber hair. God I hate this kid.

"What?" I shouted.

His jaw dropped. Awesome he's being a dramatic faggot. "You know what!"

"I know you have a small dick, and chlamydia.." I said mockingly. "Am I missing anything?" The crowd that formed made a 'oooh' noise.

This kid still had his jaw hanging down. What makes gay men think they can be all dramatic and ten times bitchier than a female? These are the things I ponder at times like this. "You ratchet bitch!"

"Carl!" Max yelled as he pushed his way through the small crowd. "Get the fuck away from my sister." He demanded.

"Did you see what she did?" He practically squealed.

I chuckled at Max's ex. "Hey buddy either way you spin it, you got yourself into this."

"Nothing I ever did warranted this." He said pointing an accusing finger at me. I fucking beg to differ on that one.

Max got between us. "You cheated on me." He said starring into Carl's eyes. "That's what you did." And, just like that Max walked away. I guess he had nothing left to say. Carl, and I looked at one another. I was just chilling waiting for him to say something to me because I knew he was dying to. Instead he scoffed at me, then turned on his fabulous heels and left.

"That was.. interesting." I heard Harper say from my right.

"Dude. Why didn't you tell us what happened?" Stevie asked. I just noticed she was standing on my left.

I shrugged. "I don't know. I mean Max only told me yesterday." I told my best friends as the crowd that was once there dissipated. "You guys wanna smoke a bowl before we head to the Sub Station?" I asked. I knew they would've been down to help me, but it was just something I felt I had to do on my own. Now I just wanna kick back and get high.

I saw Stevie get a big grin on her face. "Sure thing Russo." She replied, then turned to Harper. "Load up a bowl?" She asked as she pulled a pipe out of her pocket and tossed it to our redheaded friend.

Just by looking at Harper you would think she never did drugs. I mean she's one deceiving bitch. She has everyone fooled with her perfect grades, and fruit dresses. No one knows her dad is a drug dealer. Hell I didn't even know until a month after I found out she smoked pot. Stevie and I think that's when she makes her dresses, when she's high off her ass. I mean it makes sense.

As our little trio was heading to the main entrance of Tribeca Prep the front doors virtually flew open. The whole hallway grew silent, and its occupants stood perfectly still. All we could see was the shadows of what looked like three feminine figures. The sun was blinding. As the doors began to close we got a better look at who entered the school.

On the left was slim blonde with short spikey hair and sparkling blue sapphire eyes. She rocked a studded leather jacket, grippingly tight light blue skinny jeans, and open toe gladiator style black stilettos. The girl on the right seemed a little older, like she might be enrolled in college instead of high school. She too was wearing her very own leather jacket. Hers was undoubtedly more subtle. This woman had pin straight long light brown hair as if the sun kissed it itself. She however was sporting leather pants as well, and her heels were black with red bottoms. And, finally the girl in the middle. She had fire engine red hair, something you could only get from a bottle. Just like the other two, she also had on a leather jacket. A white tank top visible underneath, and black skinny jeans wrapped themselves around her legs only to be covered by her knee high black studded leather heeled boots. Her eyes weren't to be underestimated by her blonde friend's however, because hers were the deepest shade brown could grasp without turning black.

The three jaw droppingly gorgeous females walked through the hall and right into the schools office. I glanced around and everyone seemed to still be seemingly hypnotized by them. At least the two younger ones. Hell I couldn't even help myself from drooling a little bit. "Wow." I said even though it was barely audible.

The school became alive again, and people moved on their merry way. "Who are those girls?" Stevie pondered out loud. But, I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't thinking the same thing.

"You know, I know liking girls is like your guys' thing.." Harper began to say. "But.. I could totally see myself sleeping with any one of them."

Stevie and I slowly turned to our wacky friend. Both of us a little fucking shocked to say the least. "What?" Stevie asked just as confused as me.

Harper looked between us. "What?" she asked as if she didn't just admit to wanting to sleep with a girl.

"Something's off." I said to our group. This was too weird. Tribeca Prep stood still for these girls. My straight best friend basically said she'd fuck one.. No. Something was definitely off.

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