Jerry's Cousin // Jack Brewer X OC

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||DUMMY DANCING||

|CAMI

As Ernie, the new custodian, finished waxing the hallway, me, Jack, Kim, and Milton stuck our heads out from behind the locker to make sure the coast was clear. Jack's head was at the bottom, mine was the next level up, then Kim's, then Milton's. Jack crawled out into the hallway as me, Kim, and Milton walked out. Jack swiped the tile smiling. "Oh yeah," he nodded. "Waxy Wednesday, where plastic tray meets a freshly buffed floor and legends are born," Jack continued making everyone in the room nod in agreement. The door opened, revealing Eddie with a few red trays.

"Hey guys! I got the trays," he told us.

"Any problems getting by Marge, the lunch lady?" Kim asked.

"Nah. She says they don't pay her enough to care," Eddie declined.

"That's the same thing she says when I sneak into the kitchen to make an edible lunch," I recalled.

"Guys! Did I miss anything?" Jerry asked as he sprinted towards us from upstairs.

"Not yet," I shook my head.

"Hey. Shouldn't you be in detention for putting a toll booth in the boys' bathroom?" Kim asked.

"I should be but-"

"-when you sit me in the back and leave a window open, I'm what they call a flight risk," I mocked cutting Jerry off.

"How'd you know I was gonna say that?!" Jerry demanded.

"You say the same thing every time you're home early," I shrugged. Jerry nodded in understanding, taking a seat on top of the lockers.

"Jack, your record's about to be broken. Prepare for the new world champion, Milton the Missile Krupnick!" Milton announced as he ripped off his top layer of clothing revealing a purple and green bodysuit. Everyone looked away, cringing.

"Oh," everybody winced.

"Dude, eat a sandwich," Jerry spoke after recovering. The door opened again, making me worry about a teacher, but instead, much to everyone's displeasure, Truman walked in.

"Oh! Look at this! I've walked into the middle of a Loser Palooza," Truman sarcastically spoke.

"What d'you want Truman?" Jack asked, advancing on the stupid blonde.

"I thought I'd just hang out," Truman replied.

"Do you have to do it here?" I bit back.

"We could go somewhere private," Truman suggested.

"Ha ha. You're funny. No," I declined. "Hit on me again and I'll ring your neck," I growled so only Truman could hear. His eyes widened, but he vigorously nodded.

"Truman, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with destiny," Milton intervened.

"Well, that'll be your first date ever," Truman laughed.

"Is that a laugh or do you have a frog in your throat?" I rhetorically asked.

"You're about to see my skin marks!" Milton added. This made everyone look at him weird. "Ok, I thought that was gonna sound different when it came out." Me and Kim jogged to the trash can where Jack held the record.