Bob and Melissa laughed with each other, pointing at Clint flying through the air, and Dave Moffatt standing up and screaming, drawing attention from the whole room. Their friend Hellen pulled up a chair, flopping down her bagged lunch, smiling, her long blond hair falling out of it's butterfly clip. "That, my friends, has got the be the funniest thing I have seen all year!" she laughed, grabbing a fry off Melissa's plate. "Kyle isn't here today..." she pouted, playing with the frayed edges of her homeade cutoffs. "How many times do I have to tell you to dump his and go out with me?" said Bob, smirking. Hellen giggled, pulling a sandwich out of her bag. " love Kyle, Bob...." she blushed. "Besides, you need to stop being such a lazy ass and ask out Keila!" "Ask me out, eh?" said a southern accent. Bob turned around to see Keila Freed standing behind him, her black hair into a loose braid. Bob blushed, "Um...not you..." he focused on his apple. Keila laughed, sitting across from him. "Ok, suuuure Bob, whatever..." she winked, sticking her spoon into the mass of blue Jell-O on her tray. Clint plopped down next to Melissa, still blushing. All his friends opened their mouths, and he silenced them by raising his fork. "If any of you say ANYTHING about me and Dave Moffatt...I'll kill you..." he laughed.

Scott watched Clint Bailey head back to his table with his fresh tray, and noticed Bob at the table. A girl around his age with long, braided black hair and dark skin approached, said something to Bob, and sat across from him, playing with her oversized sweatshirt. "If she wasn't so skanky, she'd be pretty cute..." he thought, his thoughts fading as Steven Little, one of Dave's fellow football players, roared and crushed a milk carton on his forehead, roaring like a bear. Scott laughed, dodging squirts of milk. "Come on, Scott...crush it!" growled Steven, tossing Scott's carton onto his lap. Scott shook his head. "nah...no way..." he grinned. Alyssa smiled, grabbing his shoulder "Come on, Scott! You can do it!" she said, and Scott sighed, grabbing the carton. "ONE...TWO...THREE!" he screamed, slamming the carton into his forehead, crushing it. The table roared, cheering him. Bob & Clint's table glared at the Moffatt brother's table, making fun of them. "Heh heh...Keila...heh heh...slam your face into your Jell-O..." said Clint, twitching like a retard. They all laughed, secretly wishing they could be a part of the "stupid" activities taking place at the table nearby. The school principal, Mrs. Hickson, headed towards the tables, and Melissa hushed their group. "Wow...they're actually in trouble..." she whispered in awe. But Mrs. Mickson passed the table, approaching theirs. "Robert, Clinton...please come with me...." she said, wringing her hands. "But Mrs. Hickson...We didn't do anything..it's them!!" cied Hellen, pinting towards Scott and Dave. ms. Hickson smiled softly. "Dear, they're not in trouble..." Bob collapsed in the hallway outside of the cafeteria, burying his head in his hands. Clint leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. "No...." whispered Bob. "No...she just told us yesterday...she said....she said..." he broke off, sobbing. "She said she had A MONTH! ATLEAST! Not a FUCKING day!" screamed Clint, silent tears streaming down his face. "Clinton...please..." whispered Mrs. Hickson, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Can we please...go home...please...." whispered Bob, standing, his face swollen. Mrs. Hickson nodded, taking his hand....