Suck it up, Buttercup (+Social Media)

Day 1 (Part 1)

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Last night was very hectic. The Five of them played all night until they all passed out one by one until 4 in the morning. Shuri was the last to sleep and the first to wake up, since her neck feels like it's about to break considering that she slept on the swivel chair. She also had a throbbing headache and an aching back so that's that. Hands down to Shuri for having the worst morning ever with her bloodshot eyes.

She groaned loudly and slid of the chair lazily, thankfully everyone was still sound asleep. She was now lying on Peter's carpeted floor and she feels miserable. It's not like they drank beer- oh wait. She forgot that she snuck beer and put it on a tumbler last night when she volunteered to get more snacks. Dang it.

Rolling lazily on the floor, she only stopped when her back hit the leg of the bed. She stood up and slumped herself on the bed. MJ was the only one on the bed so that's good. She sat up and attempted to crack her neck which she succeeded. She stretched her arms and was satisfied when she heard a pop.

Shuri groaned again. Her body ache was almost gone so, she went back to her room next to Peter's on the left side and gave herself a facial wash.

Harley woke up great until he didn't because when he looked at his phone, the time was already 7:46 with only fourteen minutes to spare. He rushed to get up to go to his room next to Peter's on the right and took a quick shower. "Fucking fuck, I forgot to set an alarm or tell FRIDAY to wake me up," he said as he puts on his jeans and plain undershirt after brushing his teeth. He put on a plain white hoodie that has the Stark Industries logo imprinted at the front and Harley Keener imprinted at the back.

He gave Peter a peck on the lips before heading downstairs to the main kitchen. Shuri was already there making her own pancake mix as he gets an apple. "Bloody morning, Keener?", Shuri chuckled at him. "Shut up, Shuri. Why didn't you wake me up?"

She looked at him with a smug smile as she puts the pancake mix on the pan. "I like seeing you suffer," he rolled his eyes at her as she sticks her tongue at him. He grumbles something incoherent under his breathe before realizing that he forgot his keys. "I can't believe I almost forgot about the tour."

He groaned and went back up to his room to retrieve his keys but it wasn't there. He searched everywhere in his room before realizing that he left it in Peter's room. He breathed a sigh of relief and headed downstairs straight to the garage. He drove there as fast as he can and parked at his reserved parking space.

The inside of the building was filled with a few more people than usual except that students and teachers are the one compiled in the front entrance near security. One of the employees noticed him and said, "You're late!", they said as they waved their hand at him. "Fucking obviously, Janet," he said as he approached the students.

He saw that the AcaDeca team were the first one then until he remembered that they have different schedules when arriving at the building.

They're all sorted by status; since the AcaDeca Team has had a popularity rate of 90.8% and is the sole representation of the school, they get to be the first to arrive. The next group will arrive in three hours max. That group being the Football Team as they have made quite the achievements for the past year along with the Basketball Team who will arrive after them. In the next 9 hours, the next group will now be sorted by their homeroom.

Peter woke up write after Harley left. He tried to find Harley by patting the carpet so he could hug him yet he wasn't there when Peter groggily opened his eyes. "H'rley?", he slurred. He rubbed both of his eyes while wetting his dry lips. He stretched out his arms and yawned loudly.