A/N: What is up my nerdzzz? I know I've been away, but nobody reads this, so it's okay!!

The next day you arrived to your first period class with a heavy heart. While yesterday's activities had been thrilling, you knew they would come back to bite you in the arse. You sighed as you plopped down in your usual seat. The second day and you had already made a bad impression.

You looked over to Mark and mumbled, "We're going to be in so much trouble, aren't we?" Mark looked at you sympathetically. It was written all over your face that you were dreading the day ahead. "Well, look at it this way, we had a great time! And you already have a friend group!" Mark's enthusiasm was enough plant a smile on your lips, but not enough to put a damper on your sarcasm.

"Yeah, you guys are greeeaaat influences."

Mark chuckled at your comment as the one minute bell rang. You couldn't help but notice that Jack was curiously missing from the scene. Even though he wasn't in this class, he always stopped by to say hi to you, Mark, Bob, Wade. At least, that's what Mark had said. The final bell rang and Mr. Thompson busted into the roon, looking slightly disheveled.

"Good morning class," he spoke; his voice tinged with breathlessness, "I hope all of you had an..." he struggled to find the word he was looking for, "Enjoyable first d-"

Before he could finish his sentence, he dropped the flyaway papers he has been carrying. They looked just as frazzled as he did; their contents spread over the floor in every direction. You and Mark jumped up to help him, but the rest of the room was more hesitant to spring into action. "Well don't everybody help at once," Mr. Thompson grumbled under his breath.

He thanked you two and then continued as if nothing had happened. "In case you hadn't noticed, I was a little late today." He smiled and shook his head with his eyes closed before going on, "Well, to be honest, I'm extremely hungover." The entire class laughed for a few seconds before they were silenced by Mr. Thompson's raised hand.

"The point is the only that's happening today is me talking to four students outside. The rest of you may do what you please." He looked directly at you, Mark, Bob, and Wade and then he signaled to follow him into the hall with his hand. You gulped.

Here we go.

As soon as all five of you (counting Mr. Thompson) were in the hall, he began laughing hysterically. "You all look so scared!" He laughed harder for a few more seconds as all of you exchanged confused, and slightly concerned looks. When his episode had subsided, he wiped a stray tear out of his eye and continued to the point.

"Look, what you did yesterday was hilarious, but I think you all know you can't be doing things like that," he looked directly at you, "As for you young lady, that's hardly a way to start the year. I get that it's hard being with the average, but this isn't a good way to cope with that. Understand?"

Your eyes widened and you began to panic when he mentioned being with the 'average'. You tried to silence him with looks, but it was to no avail. If they found out about your abilities.... you were done. They'd think you were some kind of freak genius. While you technically were one it still hurt to lose people over it.

You nodded frantically hoping that the others wouldn't notice Mr. Thompson's more than suspicious word choices. Luckily none of them seemed to care. All of them were so wrapped up in their own worry that you doubted they would notice if the ceiling caught fire.

Mr. Thompson turned his attention to the other three, "I know you boys only meant this as a joke, but we hold you to very high standards. Seeing as you are the brightest the school has to offer, we have all decided to let you off with a warning, but don't let this happen again. Clear?"

Bob and Wade nodded vigorously and Mark replied, "Crystal." You couldn't believe your ears. A warning? For something like this? You weren't complaining, but it seemed almost laughable how relieved you were. Mr. Thompson looked satisfied, but as he reached for the door, he turned back to all of you.

"Oh, and one more thing..."

All of you listened closely.

"If you ever do anything like this again, let me in on it!" All of you laughed as the quickly built tension snapped into shards of relief. You all grinned and nodded before you reentered the classroom happier than ever.

So this is more of a filler, but I needed to write something, so here it is! I hope it's not too bad... Goodbye my fellow potatoes!
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(This is for you furver_alone__gal)