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█▓▒▒░░░ATTACK OF EMOTIONS░░░▒▒▓█
Jack, Kim, and Milton all poked their heads out as they looked down the shiny hallway. Jack walked out and dropped down to his knee and swiped two fingers across the floor, looking up with a smirk.
"Oh yeah, Waxy Wednesday. Where a plastic tray meets a freshly buffed floor and legends are born."
Eddie and Olivia both walked in. Eddie was carrying a red tray while Olivia bit her lip and nervously scratched her arm.
"Any problems getting by Marge the lunch lady?" Jack asked.
"Nah. She said they don't pay her enough to care." Eddie shrugged.
"Hey guys!"
Everyone turned to Jerry as he hopped down the set of stairs and pushed his upper body onto the wall that worked as a railing.
"Did I miss anything?"
"Not yet." Kim dismissed, "Hey, shouldn't you be in detention for putting a tollbooth in the boys' bathroom?"
Jerry smirked with pride, "I should be, but when you sit me in the back and leave a window open... I'm what you call a flight risk."
"Jack, a new record's about to be broken. Prepare for Milton “𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦” Krupnick. "
Olivia shifted as she chewed her lip harder. No one seemed to notice her breathing becoming uneven.
Milton unzipped his jacket before ripping off his pants, revealing a skin-tight purple leotard of some kind. Everybody made sounds of complaint as Olivia kept her eyes on the floor.
"Dude, eat a sandwich." Jerry insulted from where he sat on the second wall.
"Oh, look at this! I'm in the middle of a loser palooza!"
Olivia tensed at the voice and took a step back. Jerry hopped off the wall with a glare and moved in front of her, his arm crossed protectively in front of him.
"What do you want, Truman?" Jack asked with distaste.
"I thought I'd just hang out."
"Do you have to do it here?" Jerry asked as he looked at him, as if he was a bag of rotten trash.
"It's a free hallway, Jerry. And I get to see my angel, Olivia." Truman swooned as his eyes locked with the blonde.
Jerry moved in front of Truman's view as Jack took a step forward, his nose wrinkled in instant distaste for the comment and muscles tense. He could tell, just by the way the air shifted from Truman's presence that his friends did 𝘯𝘰𝘵 have a good history with him.
"Truman, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with destiny." Milton smiled as he turned to the hallway with his helmet on.
"Well, that'll be your first date ever." Truman scoffed before letting out an obnoxiously loud laugh.
