This is our Story || 5SOS AU

4. The Club Fair

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CHAPTER 4: THE CLUB FAIR

# MERCEDES #

Everyone was preparing for the club fair, so was my crew. Apparently, the club only has me, Hugh, Spencer and Spencer's boyfriend, Logan. Yeah, we're a bunch of losers.

"Jenkins!" someone yelled from the crowd of club members roaming around the booths, preparing them.

"Mme. Flores," I approached the vice-principal. "What is this?!" she pointed at the "book club" sign.

"Our booth?" I answered uneasily. She shook her head rapidly. "No, no, no!" she said in her French accent. "We don't have a book club! It's called the 'English club'!"

"But Ma---" she cut me off. "Listen up, Jenkins," she said. "The book club sounds sot! Make it sound more interesting. Make it 'THE ENGLISH CLUB'!" She placed dramatic movements and air quotes on the last part.

"Don't focus on reading only!" she snapped. "Focus on English-language films, anything related to the American culture! Not just books. You're making yourselves look like perdantes!"

I can't argue with the vice-principal. I sighed. "Alright," I sighed. "We'll change the sign, Madame." She nodded. "Partir," she dismissed our conversation.

I groaned and went back to our booth. "What?" Logan asked. "Can we cover the word 'book' with 'English'?", I requested. "Why?" Hugh asked.

"Mme. Flores says that we're not only a book club, but an all-American club," I said. "We specialize on the American culture. Yada  yada  yada."

Hugh, Spencer and Logan sighed. "Well," Spencer got up. "I'll go and cover the 'book' sign." She grabbed a paint brush and left.

When we finished our preparations, I took an analytical view on our booth. The English Club: specializes on the American culture; literature, film, whatever stuff.

"Hey," India approached our group cautiously. She's the head of the fashion club, but we're friends. Ha, ha. "Hi Indy," I smiled. "You guys alright?", she asked. "I saw Flores approach you guys."

I nodded. "It was originally book club," I told her. "But she made us an all-American club on the spot. The English club!" I whined. India laughed.

"It sounds British," she pointed out. It was true. "I know," I groaned. "Damn that blasted vice-principal."

She looked at me sadly. "Well," she said."Good luck today, guys."

On cue as India left, the speaker made noise. "High School Students of Plato Academie, the club fair is about to begin. Please sign up at the booth of your desired club. Maximum of 3 clubs only."

The students started to pile in. Apparently, no one seems to be going near our bo--English club. Are we really that lame? I actually think that American culture's pretty cool.

"So," Logan looked at our sign-up clipboard. "Progress is nada." I glared at him. "Don't lose hope, Logy-logy!" I snapped. "We still have 3 hours. Who knows how many people we can get?!"

"Hey," I heard a seriously annoying Australian accent and literally, my blood just boiled. "What?" I snapped. I turned to see, right, Michael.

Behind him, Ashton, Calum and Luke. They were looking at the other booths. Only Michael was looking at ours.

I rolled my eyes. "Aren't you supposed to be in your glee booth?” I said. Michael smirked. "Sign ups are full," he said. "The booth is closed. They'll be auditioning for us tomorrow."