Wrecker was dreaming. He was swimming in a pool of nacho cheese. His boat, which was made of nachos, was tied up at a pepperoni dock. Wrecker smiled as he swam, then, he felt himself sinking. Getting deeper... and deeper... and deeper... until he was submerged in nacho cheese. He couldn't breathe. He opened his mouth and nothing got in, he said: "Help!" But no one came.

He woke up and gasped. He was submerged in blankets and his pillow was missing. He untangled himself and coughed out feathers.

Wrecker got out of bed, got dressed in some jeans, and a t-shirt that said: "Clone Force 99". Then he got out his dad's old army jacket and put it on. As he walked downstairs, his dad nodded to him. "Sarge." Wrecker nodded back. "Mornin' dad."

His phone dinged. He looked at it and his heart did jumping jacks.

Crosshair had texted him.

Crosshair: i kissed a boi

Wrecker: Was he cute?

Crosshair: adorable 

Wrecker: wut's his name?

Crosshair: Mayday and he just moved here from Canada

Wrecker: he moved all the way from Canada 2 Mississippi?!

Crosshair: can we talk?

Crosshair: in private

Wrecker: Your house. OMW 

Wrecker waddled into Crosshair's house and saw him curled up on his bed shivering. Wrecker realized he was crying.

"Not a good kiss?"

Crosshair glared at him. "It was the best kiss ever." Once Crosshair had kissed Hunter just to know how kissing a boy felt.

Wrecker sat down beside him on the bed. Crosshair sat up and hugged Wrecker. He was stunned. Crosshair never made physical contact. "Another thing..." Crosshair said, "my dad called."

Wrecker stared at him. "Your dad? As in: the man who helped construct you?"

"Yeah. I don't wanna meet him. But then; I do," Crosshair sniffled. "I'm torn. What do I do?"

Wrecker thought for a minute. "Meet him. Let him know how you feel about being abandoned."

Crosshair hugged him again. "Thanks Wrecker."

Tech walked down the school hallway. He stopped at his locker and heard the sound of someone yelling. He turned and saw Tarkin with Phee. She was obviously upset. He had a huge smirk on his face. 

Tech had seen some old 80s movies and had a sudden thought. He marched over there — only to be tripped by Thrawn. He glared at Thrawn then looked up. Phee and Tarkin were gone.

He stormed to gym class, where Hunter grabbed him and hauled him to the locker room. He had a wild look in his eyes. "Phee dumped you?!"

"No! Well- yes."

"Teeeeeech,"

"What?"

Hunter facepalmed. "You're lucky I'm a genius and that I have the perfect solution," He pulled a poster off the wall. "The school dance for sophomores?" Tech wrinkled his nose.

"Sophomores? Oh fine. I'm out of ideas."

After gym they walked to lunch. Tech happened to turn and see Tarkin. With Phee in his lap. Tech walked over, calmly and punched Tarkin in the face.

Tech remembered Tarkin punching back. And then someone picked him up. He kicked and struggled. He heard a grunt as his foot collided with someone's gut.

That's why he was in the principals office. His mom was in there too. She was furious. "Assaulting another student! Kicking a teacher! Poor Ms. Cid!" Tech shuddered. "Of course she had to intervene. She can't leave her annoying self out of the fray, can she." Mom grabbed his jaw. "Listen Theodore." Theodore was what Tech had been named at birth. But everyone called him Tech. Even Mom. She only called him Theodore when she was REALLY angry. Like now. "You had better watch that mouth of yours."

She held his mouth shut. But he had just enough room to open it a bit. So he bit her.