"I hate this school. I hate this school. I hate this school," Bev muttered as they sat down for lunch at one of the fast food chains in Eton.
"What do you hate about it?" Kerry asked.
"There's too many boys!" Bev screamed, attacking her salad with a fork.
"Gee, I wonder why," Rache mused.
"Hey, there's Faith," Meg waved her over.
"Hi," Faith sat down with them.
"How many of Wills classes are you in?" Kerry grinned.
Faith groaned. "Every single one."
"No!" the girls gasped shocked.
Faith tossed them her schedule.
"Why?" Bev asked, handing it back.
"My father - Don't ask."
They didn't.
"Take a picture it will last longer," Meg called out suddenly. "Do you think the boys will ever stop staring?" she grumbled.
Bev looked at the F-tits Meg had just scolded. "There are girls at Eton. They should just get used to it."
Kerry began laughing. "Do you know what happened today in French class?"
Faith's eyes grew wide. "Ker, you promised you won't tell!"
Now everyone was interested.
"What happened?"
"C'mon, Faith it's too precious not to tell." Kerry turned to the group. "Okay, its the third class of the day. Faith and I are together-"
"With Wills?" Rache suspected.
"Yup!" Kerry affirmed. "Anyway, we have this old fogey for a teacher. We're not allowed to speak a word of English. Wills is seated behind Faith. He said something in French. I think he said something like: hotspot. Why is that?"
They all looked in her direction.
Faith turned bright red. She wasn't telling.
"Anyway," Kerry continued. "Faith gets all angry."
"I had no idea what he was saying! I just knew it was something bad because of this smirk on his face."
"She stands up in the middle of the class and tells him to take back whatever he said. Mr. Marx scolds her for not speaking in French. So Faith goes to Wills-"
"Le Idiot," Faith answered.
"You didn't," Bev giggled.
Kerry nodded. "She did. Then Wills goes-" she was laughing so hard she had to take a moment to breathe. "Wills goes in French 'I love you'"
"He didn't!" Meg said.
"He did and Faith says-"
"I didn't know what he was saying!" Faith defended.
"What did Faith say?"
Faith hid her face in her hands.
"Faith went Oui," Kerry said.
(Oui. Pronounced: we. Meaning: yes)
"It's the only French word I know!"
"And Wills raises an eyebrow and then says in French. 'Would you like us to kiss under the moonlight?' And Faith goes-"
"Oui," Faith grumbled the word, encoring her earlier performance.
"By then the teacher has lost all control of the class the boys in the class were cheering Wills on-"
"In French," Meg mused.
"Wills turns to Faith and then he says - in French - Will you marry me?"
Faith hid her face behind her paper napkin.
"And then Faith went-"
"Oui!" they all chorused.
After laughing, Kerry summed the story. "Then the bell rings and everyone has to get to next class."
"What are the prettiest girls in Eton finding so amusing?"
The girls stopped.
"Hello Joel," Bev smiled at the handsome senior.
"Hello Bev," he gave her a smile of his own. "Waiting for Shore?"
"I wait for no man. Least of all Shore." Bev said. She flirtatiously batted her eyes at him. "Maybe I'll see more of you around campus?" she hinted suggestively.
"Maybe..." he left the answer open and left.
"Flirting with Brad's arch-enemy?" Rache observed. "Dangerous ground, girl."
"I don't care," Bev said. "Serves that big headed, pimple prone, soon to be on the cover of Jerks Anonymous -"
"Bev, shut up. Brat Attack coming." Meg warned.
The five guys approached the table.
"We'll look who it is. It's Weight Watchers." Brad announced snidely.
Every girl looked guiltily at the salad which she ordered.
Bev stuffed a lettuce leaf dripping with Ranch dressing in her mouth defiantly. "Well, look who it is: It's The Future Bald Headed Men of England."
"Were you just flirting with Joel?" Brad demanded.
"What do you care Shore? We're not together anymore!" Bev reminded.
The rest of the group glared at each other.
Meg glared at Mike.
Rache glared at Rich.
Kerry glared at Kev.
Faith glared at Wills.
"Hotspot," Wills mouthed to Faith. He grinned.
She turned away from him.
"You girls are in our chairs," Mike said.
"Fine take the stupid chair," Meg said, standing up.
"Meg!" the girls exclaimed, not believing she was giving in.
She shrugged. "I have to get to class anyway. It's on the otherside of the campus. I better start walking."
Mike took the chair without any regrets. "You should get a bike," he suggested helpfully.
"Mike, when you decide to bike in a mini-skirt," she gestured to the bottom half of her uniform, "Call me."
Brad turned to the rest. "One down. Four to go."
"Here Kev you can have my chair." Kerry offered.
The girls looked at her, betrayed.
"You burn more calories standing up," Kerry explained.
"Two down," Brad added up.
"Get off the chair," Rich ordered.
"Or what?" Rache challenged.
"Fine don't get out of the chair." Rich said. He sat on her lap.
"Get up. You're cutting off the circulation in my legs, " Rache moaned. She let him have the seat.
"Three down," Brad looked at Bev.
Bev stood up. "You really want this chair, don't you?"
He came up to her. "Yes, I really want that chair."
She came closer to him and smiled. Her voice became low. "You really, really want this chair?"
Brad smiled back. "What did you have in mind?"
Bev took her soda from the table and poured its contents over the seat. "Here! Take it!" She placed the cup in his hands, grabbed her coat and left.
"Okay, Miss America, your turn," Wills said. "Get up."
"You wish," she told him. She got a pack of gum out and began chewing. "Like, you know." she said sourly.
So Wills had to stand (poor guy).
Rich stared at the salad. "How can you girls eat this?"
"Tell me how you can eat a triple burger, large fries, huge shake, a slice of pie and not gain an ounce. You tell me your secrets then I'll tell you mine." She blew a bubble.
"You know that's really annoying," Wills said as the pink bubble grew in front of his eyes.
She snapped it flat. "What's the matter? I thought us airheads did stuff like this?" she blew another bubble.
"I never said you were an airhead," Wills objected.
She just blew another bubble.
"Wills, tell the person from another planet that we're trying to eat."
Wills watched her blow another bubble. "I can do that." he said.
She handed him a stick of gum. "Oh really?"
He grinned. "Oui."
She watched him chew.
After a moment a he formed a bubble.
"Bigger." she encouraged him.
It grew larger.
"Bigger," she insisted still.
It grew some more.
With a smile, she poked it with her finger.
The pink goop exploded on his face.
The bell rang signaling lunch was over.

Faith ran down a corner.
"Slow down," a boy said, grabbing her wrist.
"Wills," Faith glared. "You got the gum off." She laughed. His face was all red, no doubt from being srcubbed too hard.
"Yeah, well-" To his surprise she rose on her tiptoes and and touched his eyelashes.
She rubbed her thumb and forefinger together. "You missed some," she showed him the pink shavings. She broke off into a run again.
Wills jogged next to her. "Will you stop acting as if fire is on your heels?"
"I don't want to be late," Faith told him.
"Relax. If you're late they won't expel you. The justice system in this school isn't that cruel."
Expel. The word triggered something in Faith's brain. She could get expelled! Her father would take her back home. She'd go back to her old school. Sounded like a plan! She couldn't be too obvious. For some reason when its your main goal to get expelled the administration keeps you on for spite. So she had to do it subtly. Aggravating the Prince seemed like a good way to go.
"Why are you looking at me? Like a spider does to a fly?" Wills asked.
"Because maybe I'm a spider and you're my fly," Faith murmured.
Wills wondered what her odd words meant. He shrugged it off and entered thier next class.

Faith looked up from her computer screen. After the three other rows of computers was Wills sitting in front of his own comp. The teacher had givin them a simple mission for the class that day make a sound wav. They were allowed to use thier internet access afterwards as a reward for a job well done (uh-huh. like THAT will really happen).
It was child's play to Faith who's father owned a computer company. She was done earlier than most of them. She gave the boys a smug look as she turned in the steps of the procedure to the teacher.
"Very good," the teacher nodded approvingly.
A laugh was heard.
"I can't believe I actually got this to work!" Wills announced.
"I can't believe I actually got this to work..." the wav played back.
He laughed as if just discovered buried secrets.
Faith rolled her eyes.
William caught her looking at him and grinned.
"Hotspot" he spoke into the mike.
"Hotspot," the wav said back. "Hotspot. Hotspot. Hotspot." William made it play over and over again.
Faith came over to him. "Whatever!" Faith said to his face.
William grinned.
Faith checked the computer screen from the corner of her eye. When she got the informamtion she wanted she went back to her seat. She logged onto the internet. As fast as she could she sent e-mails to everyone she knew and sent WILLIAM'S SN to them. She then proceeded to announce the finding on every single message board she knew. Then she waited. They had a choice. To believe her or not to believe her but she knew that damage was going to be done.
William's eyes grew wide and nearly fell of his chair as a flood of IM's entered his screen. Are you really Prince William? they demanded. He tried canceling them but just couldn't keep up.
Faith watched as Wills called the teacher over. She watched Wills point to the screen. Then his eyes met hers. She waved to him with a smile. Wills talked to the teacher and pointed an angry finger in her direction. She was so happy when the teacher came over and these words to her,"Miss Kerrigan, come with me to the principal's office."

"Boy they go through a lot of trouble for His Royal-To-Die-For-ness over here." Faith muttered as she looked at the five hundred lines of Latin they made her write as punishment for her crime. "They even made Prince Charles come!"
"You could've gotten expelled for the stunt you pulled," Bev said.
"That's what I was trying to do!" Faith cried. At their looks she sighed, "Don't ask."
"So what did Headmaster Lewis do?" Megan asked.
"We were all there in one room. And he made me apologize. I did. Then he went on and on about the responsibilities an Etonian has to take concerning Prince William. Like not talk to the press etc. Then he said he wan't going to expel me."
"William must've been upset about that." Kerry said. "He had to erase his whole account and start all over."
"Oh, he was mad all right. And you know what Headmaster Lewis said in my defense?"
"What?" they asked.
She mimicked the Dean. "She couldn't have known better Wills. She's just a girl!"

"Finished," Faith announced.
Kerry looked ober her work. "Domini? E pluribus unum? This doesn't make any sense."
Faith shrugged rolling over on her stomach. She lifted and lowered her shoulders indifferently.
Bev got the picture. "They won't expel you for giving them sucky paper work."
Faith got up. "It's a start."
"I wonder what the boys are doing now," Rache expressed, looking out the window at Eton's grounds.
"Who cares!" Meg said.
Bev answered. "They're in 'the Dame's-"
"The dame?" Faith echoed.
"Mrs. Gailey-" Bev explained. "-house watching telly. Brad used to sneak me in."
"Isn't that movie on tonight?" Rache asked suddenly, moving away from the window.
Meg got off from her place on her top bunk. "The one with that hunk. Peter Carter?"
"Peter Carter?" Faith echoed.
"Brit guy," Kerry off handedly informed.
"What are we what are we waiting for?" Bev said, heading out the door.

"Oh, look it's the Spice Girls." Brad commented from the kitchen counter.
At this the four others of the Brat Pack, plus several other Etonians smirked in their direction.
Mrs. Gailey led the girls into the living room. A nature show was on the television.
Bev responded with. "Oh, look it's Men in Black."
They were still in their tailcoat uniforms.
From his place on a high stool William pointedly turned away from Faith.
Faith grabbed him by the shoulders and batted her eyelashes at him. "So whats your new SN? Something like PrinceBoy or Etonian82?"
"Shut up, Miss America. You should've gotten kicked out for what you did," He grumbled.
She smiled at him and threw her hands in the air. "Let freedom ring!"
Mrs. Gailey left the room.
"She's gone!" Mike announced, jumping off the couch. He punched the channel number on the telly.
There was a commercial on.
Megan stood up and went to the screen. "I'm switching it too-"
"NO!" all the boys in the room shouted.
"What?"
"Mr. Bean is on." Mike told her. He protected the channel buttons with his widespread hand.
Brad added. "Touch the channel and you're dead."
Meg looked into the faces of the boys. It could be an honest threat.
The channel changed.
Brad asked Mike. "What did you do?"
Mike defended. "I didn't do -"
"Look what I've got," Faith called and dangled the something from her hand.
The remote! The symbol of POWER!
"Prince, get it!" Brad ordered.
"Bev, catch!" Faith threw it as William lunged for her.
Bev jumped in the air and caught the black box. It almost slipped from her fingers.
Brad pinned Bev to the couch.
"Rache, it's yours!" Bev slid it across the floor.
Rache picked it up.
"Give it to me," Rich ordered.
Rache kept it behind her back.
Rich tried to reach for it.
Rache gave it to him.
"Rache!" the girls whined.
Rache smiled. "He may have the remote." she opened her fist. "- But I have the batteries."
The girls cheered.
Now, they were fighting for the batteries.
Kerry and Kevin watched the scene and smiled at each other.
Kerry caught herself. What was she doing smiling at the enemy?
Shadows appeared on the nearby wall.
"Mr. and Mrs. Gailey!" Kev warned.
In a flash all five couples lept for the couch. The telly was turned back to the nature channel. All ten of them wore innocent faces.
"Hi, Mr. Gailey!" Bev waved, holding the remote Rache handed to her.
"See, honey? They're behaved. Like always."
"I could've sworn I heard shouting," Andrew Gailey murmured.
"Maybe you should have your ears checked," his wife advised him.
"We're just dandy!" Brad assured.
Mr. Gailey sighed. "Good night everyone. Don't stay up too late. There are classes tomorrow."
Everyone sighed with relief when they left.
Bev changed the channel. "Great. The movie's just beginning."
Brad looked at the opening credits. "Hey, isn't this-"
"Explosions, Bombs and Body Count III," William exclaimed, noticing his favorite action movie.
"We were going to miss this for a Mr. Bean rerun?" Mike asked.
The girls smiled. One point for their side!
And there was a peace. Sort of.
"Ahhh!" the boys screamed as a bomb blew up a Ferrari.
"Ahhh!" the girls shrieked as the lead heartthrob flashed a smile to the camera.
"I look better than Peter Carter," Brad said as the movie wsas over and everyone walked back to Manor House.
"Sure, Brad. Uh-huh. You wish." Bev said.
The boys dropped the girls off at their room.
Wills turned to Faith. "Do you want me to knock you up tomorrow?"
Faith's mouth dropped. "Huh?"
"Do you wan't me to knock you up tomorrow?" he repeated.
Faith instinctively slapped him across the face.
"Ow! What was that for?" he rubbed his cheek.
Kerry hurried to explain to Faith. "Uh, he just asked if he could wake you up tomorrow."
"Oh," Faith looked at the shocked british faces. "Well, why didn't he just say so."
"I did just say so!" Wills yelled.
"Why do you want to wake me up?"
"So you don't have to use that darned alarm clock and resurrect the dead!"
"Fine. Wake me up!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Faith slammed the door in William's face.

Chapter Three
It was lunch of the next day and Faith could barely keep her face from falling on the fried chicken. Darn jetlag!
"So," Rich adressed the girls as he chewed on his chicken thoughtfully. "No food fights today? No disrupted classes? I'm impressed."
Rachel responded omniously. "Day ain't over yet."

Faith panted as she got to the river.
"You're not allowed to run across the field!" Wills called.
Faith glared at Wills. "Don't start," she warned. "Someone just left me on the lunch table asleep and didn't knock me up to get to rowing practice," she accused, slipping into the sweater of the rowing uniform as she was running to the boat.
"Have you read the rulebook?"
"I have insomnia on flights. Nine hours with nothing to do- Yeah, I read it."
"Rules were made to be followed," Wills reasoned.
"Rules were made to be broken," Faith corrected. "Just as long as you don't get caught." She smiled.
The instructor appeared. "Okay, boys-" he looked at Faith, "-and girl. Let's get started."
Everyone got into the boat.
Faith tried to get on but everytime she would attempt to step on the current would take the vessel away. "Great, even the boat in this school is chauvinistic," she muttered.
Wills stood up and placed one foot on the craft and one on the dock. He held out his hand.
"Thank you," Faith said taking which happened to be the last seat. He was actually nice, she decided.
"Here," Wills handed her an oar.
Faith looked at the piece of wood.
"Wills, show her what to do," the coach ordered.
Wills sighed. He talked to her as if he were talking to a three-year-old. "This is an oar. That is water. You put the oar in the water. And you make sweeping motions in the water with the oar like this." He showed her. "Understand?"
Some of the boys found this performance hilarious.
"Retards," she said under her breath. What made her think Wills was nice? "I've seen the way you sweep," she snapped.
She was glad she was in the last seat. None of the boys could see her since they were facing the other way. And the teacher couldn't see her since Wills was blocking his view. A few minutes after they pulled from dock no one knew she wasn't even rowing. A few more minutes after that no one noticed she had fallen asleep.

"Don't move prince."
"I can't stay in this position forever!"
"Awww. But you're going to wake up Sleeping Beauty."
The sound of muffled voices tempted Faith to wake up. But jetlag...She zonked back out.
"Luv. Luv." Wills called. "You're drooling on my back, luv."
"Mrrrm," Faith mumbled.
"Guys, hold her while I get out," Wills pleaded.
Brad held her by the arm so she wouldn't fall into the river.
He looked at her sleeping figure.Then at the river. "Guys..." he looked at them with a big grin.

Something was wrong, Faith thought as she woke up. She looked up at the familiar smile of the prince. "What's going on?" she groaned.
Wills held her right arm. Brad held her left. Rich and Mike each took a leg. Kev refused to participtae but watched.
"On three," Wills called.
Faith got a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.
"One..." Wills called.
"No," Faith said, as the swung her.
"Two..." he counted.
"Don't," Faith begged. They swung her again.
"Three!"
They threw her into the river.
Faith felt herself go airborne for a second and felt a huge slap on her back as she landed into the the cold murky water. She was glad the water was deeper than it looked. She swam to shore sputtering. She brushed her damp hair from her face with one palm. "You guys-" she prepared to lecture. "You guys-" she tried again. Ah, forget it! She was just too tired. She sank to the floor of the dock and leaned against one of the pier posts. Maybe if I catch pneumonia Dad will bring me home, she faintly hoped.

Girls: Chapters 3-4