𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗛 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ━ 𝗚. 𝗥𝗜𝗭𝗭𝗢 [𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗨𝗘𝗗]

𝟏𝟎 : ❝𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐒❞

IT WAS 2:15. Sharp. The name impending girl gang and the T-Birds were all sitting in detention. The boys were more or less sitting in a small group together while the girls were sprawled across the room. Stephanie had chosen to sit in front of Gil, who kept poking at her trying to get her to speak to him. But she was busy listening to Jane practice her speech.

Steph turned around and slapped his hand before he could jab it back into her shoulder, "Listen to Jane." She whispered sternly.

Reluctantly, Gil retreated his hand and looked at Jane, paying attention to the end of her speech: "We did not go all the way. He lied. To his friends, to me, and to you. Now does that sound like a good guy?"

Gil scoffed, causing everyone in the room to look at him. "So shrill. It felt like I was being scolded."

Shy Guy put down his magazine. "She sounds jealous."

"Uh, Jane, can you repeat what you said?" Potato asked, "I was thinking about the last time I saw your bottom." The boys surrounding him snickered at his comment.

"I liked it," Richie stated. "But I don't vote."

Olivia sighed and turned on the desk she was propped up on. "Okay, so that's not going to work. What else you got?"

Nancy quickly sat on a desk chair, "I've got something." The girls turned to look at her as she picked up her sketchbook. "New jacket ideas. Okay, first up, the Red Cherries. We may look sweet, but if you tick us off, we get real sour." She studied their faces and hummed. "You hate it."

Nancy flipped her page. "Or the Yellow Jackets because we wear yellow-I hate it." She turned the page again. "The Pink Fla-"

Cynthia shot her arms out, "No pink. Draw the line at pink."

"Nancy," Olivia said with a sigh. "Can we put a pin in the jackets for now? We need a plan to expose Buddy."

Stephanie put a reassuring hand on Nancy's back, "We can come up with ideas later."

Nancy smiled at Stephanie before rolling her eyes toward the rest of the girls. "Buddy's a boy. Buys are disgusting. I'm sure he's got something gross stashed somewhere."

Cynthia nodded, "Every boy in the school's got a nudie mag in his locker."

"And there may be other skeletons in his closet," Stephanie added.

Olivia smirked. "I know where the student records are in Miss McGee's office. I'll see if there's anything in there to make him look bad."

Nancy's face held a wicked smile. "And I'll go undercover into the belly of the boy beast." The girls looked at her in confusion. "Locker room. That's where they brag about all their gross stuff."

"If all else fails," Cynthia said, "I'll slip some castor oil in his milk at lunch and make him caca in his khakis!" Cynthia laughed at herself.

"You can't come back from that," Stephanie muttered as she laughed with her sister.

The other girls just sat and stared at the two, whose laughing was cut off by Mrs. McGee's voice: "Nancy, feet off the desk. Olivia, lose the gum. Stephanie, sit in a chair. And you two, stop slouching."

Richie yelled, "Swizzle Wizzle!" Signifying he won the card game, the boys were playing in the back of the room.

Jane reached up and tapped Cynthia's shoulder, "How're we gonna get past McGee?"

"Allow me," She muttered before grabbing at her stomach. "Miss McGee? I don't feel so good!" She groaned.

"Where does it hurt, dear?" the woman asked, very concerned.

"Everywhere! I ate some old bologna! I'm gonna caca in my khakis!" Cynthia was selling her performance, and the other kids in detention were laughing at her acting abilities.

"Come along," Ms. McGee said. "I'm taking you to the nurse's office."

Stephanie stood up from her seat. "Can I come, Ms. McGee? Cynthia and I don't really enjoy being away from each other. Especially if the other one's sick."

Ms. McGee sighed. "Fine. Everyone else remain seated until that detention bell rings. Understood?"

Everyone nodded, and the three walked out of the classroom. Cynthia was groaning and clenching her stomach. While Stephanie was lugging her to the nurse. And Ms. McGee ran before them to open the nurse's door.

When they got to the office, Stephanie helped Cynthia onto the examining table. And Ms. McGee tried to find a book to tell her what to do, "Dear, Nurse Penelope's left for the day. I don't know what to do."

Stephanie closed her eyes and sighed as her sister moaned and groaned on the table. She wanted to be "helpful." Or at least pretend to be. "I could see if Nurse Penelope's car is out of the parking lot yet. She might still be here."

Cynthia shot her sister a look but Stephanie just rolled her eyes and mouthed, 'Play along'

Ms. McGee looked over her shoulder at Cynthia and then nodded at Stephanie. "Hurry!"

Stephanie proceeded to run out of the nurse wing and walked out the front door. She then headed towards her favorite black car and smacked the roof.

Gil stopped messing with Potato and Shy Guy and smiled at Stephanie, which she returned in a heartbeat "What time are we eating dinner?" She asked, refusing to use the word 'date' in case she was wrong.

He thought about it for a moment, "I can just drive us there after school."

She nodded, "Okay."

Potato smacked Gil on the back of the head. "You're driving us, remember? Like we do every day." He reminded the love-struck boy.

"You all have legs," Gil stated. "You can walk."

Stephanie slowly retreated towards the school. "I'll see you guys later." She hummed before running off to her sister and their principal.

Steph sped-walked to the nurse's office, "Nurse Penelope already left."

Ms. McGee put her head against the nursing book and mumbled something to herself while Stephanie and Cynthia tried not to laugh at the old woman's misfortune.

After a while, Ms. McGee finally found what she thought was wrong with Cynthia and asked, "Is it a shooting or a stabbing pain?"

Cynthia looked up at Stephanie who shrugged. "What's the difference?" Cynthia asked.

"One's bad," Ms. McGee mumbled, flipping through her book. "And the other is also bad. Oh, for heaven's sake!"

Not even a second later, the bell signifying that detention was over rang, and Cynthia pulled her hand off her stomach. "I'm suddenly feeling much better." She sat up and clapped her hands together.

"Are you sure?" Ms. McGee asked.

"Yeah," She jumped off the table. "It's all your ace nursing, Ms. McGee. See you tomorrow in detention. And the next day..."

Stephanie followed after her sister, giving Ms. McGee a slight wave before she left.