Months Pass...

Time flies, and before you know it, you're nearing the end of the semester. You breeze through classes, relying on your natural wits to get through without needing to do too much work. Exams are coming up, which you'll need to get around to doing some study for, but they're just far enough away that you haven't started to sweat over it yet. School's going pretty well, with enough breaks of going out with your friends that you don't go insane, and plenty of free time to be spent with the various girls of the campus.

Of course, of all the hot girls among the student body, Caoimhe comes first. Your relationship with her goes pretty well in comparison to everything else. You spend a lot of time with her, as your relationship improves. You also learn that she's quite randy for such a shy, naive girl, and you spend more than a fair bit of private time with her. You also spend a lot of time working with her on the play, where your acting chops... well, they don't improve, but you learn the lines. Most of them. Well, you don't exactly learn the lines, but you improvise a scheme so you can read the script while looking like you're not, which is what Marlon Brando did, so you're golden. Besides that failure as an actor, life's generally pretty good.

You find yourself sitting in the back of class, next to Lukas, Daniel and Ben as the bell rings.

"Another day down," Lukas yawns, staring up at the ceiling. "God, that was boring. I thought she'd never shut up."

"I'll be completely honest, I zoned out as soon as Mr Loubet walked in," Ben admits. "Let's go."

You head off to get some lunch, heading into the bustling cafeteria. You head to grab a tray of tater tots and meat loaf, before finding a seat with the others. A lump of meat loaf smacks into the ground next to you, and you look back to see a table full of guys listening. The table, full of new boys, is pretty much cunt central. You notice Asshole McGee there, alongside Tyler and a few new guys who transferred. They mostly make up the new football team, and from what you've heard, they're total pieces of shit.

"God, I hate those guys," you mutter.

"Yeah, they're the asshole group. Every school has them," Lukas says.

"They probably think the same about us," Daniel points out.

"Nah, we're not an asshole clique," Lukas says. "Every clique has a theme. They're the asshole clique. See, look around. Every group falls into a category. That's how school works, people are sheep. That group are the assholes, our natural rivals."

"That's not a category. We just don't like them," Daniel says.

"There's others. Over there there's the jocks."

Lukas nods over to the far table, where you look at the girls there. You never really got along with the jocks of your last school, but since these ones are athletic, sexy girls. One of them, a girl with a long blonde ponytail and a big pair of bouncy boobs, is sitting at her table, playfully flicking a tall, skinny redhead with pale skin, who dodges it so it hits a dark-skinned Asian girl in her glasses, causing her to yelp as her heaving breasts bounce as you try to avoid making it to obvious you're looking. There's a blonde girl with pigtails who sports an impressive pair of tits in a pair of gym shorts and a tight shirt who looks particularly sexy. You notice that one of the gymnast girls, one with a brown ponytail and a pair of big, pretty brown eyes has started staring over at you. You smile at her, and she shyly looks away.

"Then, you've the stoner weirdos," Lukas says, nodding over in another direction.

You look over to the table Lukas is nodding towards. You see Sarah, Ash, Angie, Paula, Samantha and a few other girls you vaguely recognize from their inner circle. Sarah notices you, and slowly waves at you, smiling, and you wave and smile back.

"Hey, that's my cousin! Plus, I like them! Plus, only like, most of them are stoners! And we're stoners as well!"

"Pffh, we're not stoners, we just do ****. There's a difference. Oh, there's the bitchy mean girls, nearly forgot about them, they're a clique."

Lukas nods over to Saoirse, Kerri, Grace and Ashley. Saoirse looks over, blowing you a kiss.

"Then, there's the nerdy chicks."

Even here, the nerdy chicks are pretty hot. You look over at there table, where a few geeky looking girls. It's too stereotypical, but most of them are wearing glasses and have acne. Hell, one of them seems to have a pocket protector. Still, there is a whole hot-vibe to the nerdy chicks.

"Finally, we have the emo loners," Lukas says.

Lukas nods over to the back end of the room, where there's a mixture of emo girls with dark make-up, black painted nails, dark eye shadow, basically looking like a goths fucked vampires, as well as more punk-rock kids, mostly with dyed hair and band t-shirts.

"Oh, and there's the theater faggots. Nearly forgot them. You're dating one of them, aren't you?"

"They're not faggots," you say, looking over to where Lukas is looking.

You look over to one of the tables, where you see Caoimhe, Katie, Beth, Debbie, Barb and Gali, all talking quietly and keeping to themselves. You stare for a few moments until Caoimhe sees you, and you quickly give her a wink, before looking back to Lukas.

"Pffh, you're talking out of your ass, the world doesn't fall into cliques that easily."

"What clique are we?" Daniel asks.

"Clearly, we're the protagonists, so we don't need a theme. I'm the main character who the viewer identifies with, Ben's the dumb muscle, Daniel's the sensitive nerd, Jack's the charming fun guy who turns out to be gay in Season 3."

"Why do I have to be gay?" you complain.

"Gays boost ratings, stop complaining," Lukas says.

"This is stupid, it doesn't even make sense."

"Fine, I'll prove it. I'll bet you that you can't get a pair of panties from the Jocks, the Mean Girls, the Nerds, the Drama Kids, the Emo Loners and the Stoner Weirdos. If you can, I'll admit I was wrong and you were right."

"How would this prove I'm right?"

Lukas shrugs, and you wonder if he's only bored as shit in trying to get you to do this.

"Fuck it, that's not worth betting for."

"Fine, I'll give you until the weekend to get all the pairs and bring them to me. Sunday night, 10:00 at night. If you succeed, I'll do your laundry for a month. If you win, vice versa."

"Sure, I'm in," you shrug. "Who first?"

You notice Katie excuse herself from the table, walking off, as Lukas points to her.

"Drama kids," Lukas points. "Do your best."

"Easy," you say, rising from your seat.