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Chapter 4
    Be a disgrace, I’ll mess up your face
    “I’m loving this town, I mean one minit in that hellhole and suddenly I’m popular. Can anda believe it? I’m not even kidding, and this really hot girl was giving me the look, anda know Zy, ‘the look’.”
    I nodded laughing as Azerien shoveled another handful of spageti into his mouth, father wasn’t utama when we came back and we found he hired a maid. A bit weird and totally awkward, but hey, she’s cooking us food, and we won’t object that.
    I wasn’t all that surprised that Azerien had gotten so popular in so little time. It isn’t anything new, every time we moved and switched schools Azerien always found his way to the bahagian, atas without even trying.     
But maybe that’s because he totally looks like a model, I’m not even kidding. That boy’s got longer eyelashes than I have, and we both were telah diberi a fair share of the full, pouty, salmon, merah jambu lips. I’m not bragging atau anything, but us Connor’s, were pretty decent eye candy.
    Were just very…alluring, people’s gazes usually pass over us frequently. We just have this confidence, when we walk, talk, atau anything. It’s like people just know were the kind of people anda don’t cross, we just have that effect.
    Moments like these, makes me feel part of the family, in the way we do things, and it makes me Cinta my family every saat of it. Especially Azerien, even though he can be a jerk.
    “What about you, sis? Meant knew friends, atau are anda just a lonely loser like anda were in those other schools.”
    And there’s the jerk I remember!
    “Actually, I happen to have made quite some friends.” I say proudly.
    “Teacher’s don’t count, there lonely losers too.”
    I gritted my teeth as I glared at them, “there students jackass!”
    “Prove it,” he said, smirking. One of the reasons I consider strangling my own flesh and blood is that he always loves to irritate me. He once told me he enjoyed seeing my calm cool façade crumble and the monster inside break free, he even berkata I kind of looked like dad.
    “I’ll…I’ll tunjuk anda them tomorrow!”
    “They didn’t even exchange phone numbers, anda are so being played.”
    “Azerien, there real and there not playing me.”
    “Sure,” he said, not convinced as he dug into his food.
    “Just don’t mess this up for me, there new, there awesome, and there mine. And if anda act obnoxious I’ll make sure I’ll get some payback.”
    “What are anda saying?” Azerien asked while flashing a devious/mischievous smile.
    “In other words be a disgrace, I’ll mess up your face.”
    Azerien laughed, “there’s the Zyanna Connor I know and love.”

    Friday arrived faster than I expected, and as always I felt like I’ve been in here for a long time, and that means I’ve settled in.
    After that little argument between Azerien and I, I’ve made sure that whenever I see him my Friends and I walk past. I know it’s pretty childish of me, but I can’t help it, I’ve never once had the chance to beat my brother in something. He’s always done it better, whether it was running, walking, talking, even smiling. He’d always have higher grades, atau lebih friends. He still does have lebih Friends than me, but this time I’m not a loner like in most school’s, I actually have a group, a close knit group of friends.
    The kind you’d see on tv, that stick together and are like a family, and I am proud to have that true friendship. Whereas my brother’s Friends are fakes, that like him for his looks and his money (which I don’t want to think about where father got it from).
    “Ok fellow peeper’s!” Cory paused dramatically. “Today’s our very first ever get together with Summer!”
    Everyone laughed as he did a little squeal.
    Gregori rolled his eyes, “great another time spent at someone’s house watching chick flicks, when I can be stealing bathroom tissue.”
    “Don’t anda mean toilet paper?” Xavier asked, his eyebrows raised.
    “BATHROOM TISSUE!”
    “TOILET PAPER!”
    “Gregori, why do anda have to such a prankster!” America whined.
    “I’m not,” Gregori said, crossing his arms.
    “Yes anda are,” America said. “And I keep on having to save your touché when anda get in trouble.”
    “Yeah,” Cali said. “Like the time anda demolished that car.”
    “Or the time anda convinced your neighbor your parents were cannibals.” Donnie said, chortling.
    “Or the time anda put that alligator in the porty potty.” Corrie berkata with a hint of smile.
    “Or the time anda set all the clocks ke hadapan an jam at school.”
    “Or the time anda set the police on a wild angsa chase to find…what was it? The evil green leprechaun that was stalking you.”
    “But those were priceless! Endless entertainment!”
    “Yeah, it was so worth it for the community service both anda and I had to do. I didn’t even do anything!” America yelled.
    “Sorry bubbe, it’s just the way life works.” Gregori said, patting her shoulder. “I’ll come as long as someone blows up in those movies.”
    “Don’t worry, we’ll bring an action movie this time.” Lara said.
    Gregori nodded, jumping up and down with excitement. Cali played with her bronze hair nervously, as America started babbling about dyeing her hair again.    
    The loceng rung, signaling our seterusnya and final class, Lara, America, Cali, and I all set off to our class (which we shared), and took our seats. I was pleased to find out that it was arranged in groups of four, so we all could sit together, it was also due to the fact that our first project was going to be a Debat kind of thing.
    “Alright class,” Mrs. Darren said, my saat kegemaran teacher and best friend of Mr. Raquirez (my #1 favorite). “Today were going to start our first debate.”
    The class groaned, Mrs. Darren pouted. “You guys are no fun.”
    “Ms. D, do we have to?” One student asked.
    “Yes, lovely, if anda want grade. And I’ve told anda call Judy, Mrs. Darren makes me feel old.” Mrs- I mean Judy said.
Judy Darren would be my kegemaran women teacher, she’s from Scotland so she has an awesome Scottish accent (which if anda didn’t know I Cinta accents, and Scottish are my favorite). She also has red hair, which unlike America’s is real, and her smile, like Cali’s, lifts your spirits up. So since she was on my kegemaran list, I raised my hand.
    “Yes, SJS?” Judy asked, using my initials.
    “What’s the Debat on?” I asked politely.
    Judy grinned. “The debate, yes! Of course! The Debat is on right atau wrong, were going to set this place up like a courtroom. There’ll be two suspects, and a murder, the class will be in groups.”
    “There are four murder cases, eight different suspects, and half the class will be divided into jury, the rest will be representing their people. And guess what lovelies, the first four groups in the front and the back are representing their suspects, the rest jury.”
    The first four groups in the front of the classroom and the back groaned, my group among them. But my group didn’t groan, instead we all looked at each other and grinned. We were a pretty smart, skilled, and sneaky group, we totally have this.
    “In your group, the ones representing, one of anda has to be the suspects.” Judy says, while passing us paper’s. “These papers are your cases, the representing group atau group R, will have to convince their jury there client is innocent, and the other person guilty. The jury, anda read the case and think like a detective, give everyone a chance. And then on court day, anda decide who’s guilty.”
    “But is there correct answer?” A girl asked.
    “Yes, darling, there is. At the end of every case, I will come up, read the case and then tell anda the right answer, who and how they committed the crime. Now get to work.”
    “I’ll be the criminal!” Lara berkata immediately, earning herself strange looks from us. “What!? I want to be the unstable one, and besides unlike anda guys I’ll answer perfectly then stutter when I’m questioned.”
    “Do anda think there’ll soalan anda in those rooms, anda know, to make it have lebih of that real effect for the court?”
    “Probably,” I say.
    “Then Lara’s the criminal, let’s get started on identifying the bad guy! Who knows, it could be anyone!”
    If only they knew they how close that anyone was.