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the next day, the class was sat in mr file's classroom, taking a useless test. fifi took her usual seat in front of syd while stan sat two seats in front and one to the right.

"hey, hey!" stan whisper-yelled, trying to get the two's attention, "i need to talk to you guys."

mr file put down the magazine he was reading, "eyes on your tests, no talking."

stan quickly turned around and fifi sighed.

"dina." bradley whispered from the front of the class, "come on."

she rolled her eyes before moving her test towards the end of the table, closer to her boyfriend. making it extremely obvious, bradley scootched closer and began copying her answers.

mr file closed the magazine and walked towards the two, "hey, how's it hangin?"

"it's hangin." bradley laughed nervously.

"mmm."

"and, uh, how are you today sir?" brad smiled at him before he took him and dina's tests.

mr file compared their tests before tutting, "mm-hm."

"i didn't do anything wrong." bradley explained.

"you wanna try that again?" mr file raised his brow.

"well, you-you see my ankle's been swollen." bradley explained.

"oh."

"and these pain meds i'm on make it harder for me to focus and i was-"

"detention." mr file cut him off, "afterschool - both of you. and you'll recieve failing grades on this test."

"seriously?" syd spoke.

the whole class turned to look at her in shock.

"uh-oh."

"excuse me?" mr file scoffed.

"oh fuck."

"dina's been studying this for weeks, now brad cheats off her and she has to fail the test?" syd yelled, "i mean that is such bullshit!"

as syd's hand made contact with her desk, the whole class flinched. fifi hid her head in her hands as mr file glared at her friend.

"you can take that language straight to detention!" mr file pointed at her, "anyone else."

"i mean..." fifi began, "she is right. dina shouldn't get detention because her dumbass boyfriend forgot to study."

"ms jenkins?! i did not expect that from you." mr file shook his head.

"well, you can't give syd detention for calling you out on your shit." fifi shrugged.

"detention!"

"yeah, yeah." fifi slid down in her seat.

stanley suddenly stood up from his seat, causing mr file to give him a look. the scrawny boy then pushed his books off the table as everyone stared at him.

"um... m-motherfucker." stan cursed.

"okay, fine. detention for you too mr barber." mr file rolled his eyes.

stanley nodded before sitting back down, he then turned around and gave fifi a thumbs up. she gave him back a confused look and syd put her head down.

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fifi had never been to detention before, her brother had though. he would sometimes act like he was older and tell her to stay out of trouble and whatnot.

"hey aofie!" a voice called as she walked to the gym.

she turned around and saw her 'kind of date' to the homecoming running towards her. fifi sighed and decided to wait for him to catch up.

"you got it right." she told him as he neared.

"i did?" stan smiled, "i spent the walk here practising how to say it.

fifi tried to hide her grin, "you could just call me fifi."

"i could, but i decided not to." stan explain ed before opening the gym door for the two of them.

"thanks." she gave him a nod.

in the gym already was syd, bradley and jenny tuffeild. fifi hadn't even noticed but dina and their principal - mr dawson whitaker - were walking behind her.

"all right, everyone take a seat." he ordered, "now! hurry."

the trio quickly shuffled to the bleachers, brad took a seat next to dina while fifi and stan sat behind syd.

"now, you six students are here for one reason." mr whitaker explained, "disrespect. you have disrespected this fine institution,"

as he spoke, five out of the six began grinning, not caring about his rambling.

"and in doing so, you have disrespected yourselves. five of you i've never even seen in detention before." he continued, "i want you to take the next few hours and think about your mistakes. and carve out in your mind a plan for change."

"like rejecting stan's homecoming proposal?"

fifi felt stan's warm hand come in contact with her cold ones as he slowly intertwined their fingers together. she looked up at him and saw he was beaming.

"determine how to improve yourselves. define what the word respect means to you. now, you can start by respecting this beautiful gymnasium." mr whitaker motioned to the gym, "between now and seven p.m, you're gonna scrape up every goddamn piece of gum from the bleachers."

fifi grimaced at the sight of old gum being scraped by her.

"get started." the principal ordered as he threw down a box of scrapers.

"uh, mr whitaker, sir? " stan raised his free hand, "um... will there be a break for snacks or dinner?"

fifi snorted a burst of laughter at her friend's dumb question. mr whitaker gave him a concerned look before walking out.

"okay." stan frowned before leaning forward, "hey, i'm really sorry."

"no. i'm not talking to you, okay?" syd hissed.

"syd, give him a chance." fifi suggested.

syd turned to her, her eyes shifting to their attached hands before turning around with a scowl.

"okay. i know none of us wanna be here right now," dina stood up, "but I was thinking, if we divide and conquer the bleachers, maybe we could be done before seven and whitaker will let us out early, so..."

jenny began sarcastically clapping, "go, team!"

"i'm not a cheerleader." dina clarified as she sat back down.

"maybe you should be." jenny recommended.

"maybe you should be in prison." dina shot back.

"ooh." jenny smirked, "that's my wet dream."

"gross." fifi grimaced.

"i don't know, guys." stan peeked under the benches, "this gum has been here for decades."

"i don't think whitaker actually checks." bradley told him.

"it's just a social experiment, like a simulation." stan elaborated.

"oh. well, somebody's been smoking their supply." brad laughed to himself.

"well, that was uncalled for." fifi scoffed.

"you know what?" jenny spoke up again, "i have an idea. why don't we play fuck, marry, kill? "

"how on-brand." dina rolled her eyes.

"so, who goes first?" jenny ignored her and began pointing at them, "eenie, meenie, miney, moe... brad."

"surprise, surprise." fifi laughed.

"guess if i had to-" brad started.

"no." dina cut him off, "not another word."

"okay." jenny nodded, "oh, what about you, miss goody-goody? or are you too afraid to play?"

dina sat up, "why would i be afraid?"

"cool, then. fuck, marry, kill." jenny paused, "stanley barber... mr whitaker... and... syd."

"well, clearly, i'm killing whitaker." dina stated.

"so are you going to fuck syd or marry her?" jenny challenged.

"total life goal to marry your best friend, if syd'll have me." dina confessed while smiling at her friend.

"oh, so then it's you and stan in an all-day bone sesh." jenny cringed, "ugh. you little slut. how does that make you feel, bradley?"

"whatever, jenny." bradley muttered.

"what about you a?" jenny referred to the hand holding going on at the back, "heartbroken?"

fifi looked up at her and rolled her eyes.

"why don't you go, jenny?" syd suggested.

"well, actually, i thought you should go next, syd." jenny proceeded, "then i remembered that no one in their right mind would realistically have sex with you, so...."

"hey!" dina, fifi and stan exclaimed out, quick to defend the redhead.

"what? is it not true?" jenny tested, "does syd novak have some high fuckability score, and i just don't see it?"

"just don't listen to her." stan whispered.

syd scoffed and got up, she marched towards the door and left the massive room causing jenny to laugh.

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