Chapter 3

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by dinosaurspoon

by dinosaurspoon

"Fall Dance? Why are you guys showing me this?" Justin asked, looking down at the orange flyer.

"We noticed you have a little crush," Violet hinted. He sighed, holding the flyer against his bare chest.

"So you guys noticed..."

"Yes," Klaus said, "and we want to help you."

"Just ask him to the dance, you have nothing to worry about," Violet reassured him.

"You really think so?"

"We know so."

None of them noticed that there was a stalker lurking around the corner, listening to their every word. A woman, older than Justin but just as powerful. She took out a photograph of Count Olaf and looked at it lovingly. "I can do it now," said Sarah Palin. "I can finish what you started."

The next day, everything went pretty normal. Klaus and Ivy talked during break, Sunny bit ten people, Barla climbed through the air ducts and fought a raccoon, and Quigley showed Violet his new Rolex. But Justin was nowhere to be found. "I hope he's okay," said Violet worriedly.

"Hey, it'll be alright," Quigley assured her, patting her on the back. "Here, have a Supreme sticker. On the house."

Klaus decided to DM him on instagram at lunch, which was something the whole gang now had.

yeetmymeat: hey justin you ok man

moosedude736: I've listened to YMCA three times in a row so far and don't plan on stopping. I'm busy.

yeetmymeat: you have to come to school

moosedude736: I'm giving myself a makeover so I can win Chris's heart

yeetmymeat: ok understandable

yeetmymeat: but I'm still mad at you for hacking my username to where I can't change it

moosedude736: hah

All of this talk of romance made Klaus remember something he had to get off his chest. "Violet, can I talk to you?"

"Yeah, sure, what's up?"

"I... think I have a crush on Ivy."

"Well, duh. Everyone can see that. Klaus, I really have to get back to my lunch group. Quigley is showing me the Top 10 Fails By Gaming Youtubers."

"But-"

"Gotta go."

You know that feeling when someone you love is happy, but you'd rather them not be, because they're apart from you? I don't, because neither I nor anyone in my life has ever been happy, but I digress. Actually, while I'm at it, here's another update on my situation:

my stress levels are through the roof I've been sleeping in a weird motel in Chicago and I'm pretty sure there's a gloryhole next to my bed and I still don't know who that fucking teenager was who called my mom gay I hate existing but at least I don't do crack

Anyway, moving on.