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/!\ contains mention of sex towards the end /!\

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"Elaine, what. The. Hell."

"T-They were the ones who roped me into this!" Elaine says frantically, curling up into a ball in embarrassment.

"Girl, you're literally the one who agreed. Could've said no like Ventus, but like..." Misa rolls her eyes. However, she loses her confidence once given a glare by Arlo.

Arlo stares at the thirteen students, then sighing and turning around for a few seconds.

They could hear him mutter "What the hell, what the hell, what the f*ck..." behind them.

He turns back around.

"Are you all- doing- what the sh*t."

The group of students still seem terrified.

"What if we get suspended?"

"I f*cking knew this would happen..."

"Ugh! Wyatt, this is all your fault!"

"Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t! I'm not ready to die yet!"

"Do you think he'll notice if I make a run for it now?"

"No no no he might find the soap dispensers..."

Arlo hears the comment about the soap dispensers and looks around tiredly.

Where the f*ck did the soap dispensers go.

He looks at an open bathroom stall and finds out his answer.

They were shoved in the toilet.

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The group of mid-tiers ended up getting reported to Headmaster Vaughn and sentenced to in-school suspension.

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4:00 PM

Lyric Prank GC

Sera is now online

Sera: @ everyone

Elaine is now online

Evie is now online

Remi is now online

John is now online

Sera: wanna have a dance party @ my dorms

Remi: Yeah!!!

Elaine: i got into ISS because of a bunch of idiot mid tiers

Evie: Wait rlly?? With the royals?? :O

Sera: we're not that special. also yeah

John: ive got homework

Sera: boo hoo imagine homework

John: im failing history rn

Sera: imagine failing all your classes but phys ed

Remi: when's the dance party? :D

Sera: 9

Evie: i can't wait :DD

Remi: isn't curfew at 10 tho

Sera: sleepover ig

Evie: :O yay!!

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12:00 AM

(Idk why but this is one of my favorite songs even though I usually like calmer songs)

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums!

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