Back in the cafeteria, everyone is eating and chattering among themselves and friends happily until an ear-splitting squeak slices through the air along with static crinkles and yells.

"AHHHH ME EARS!!" Niall is heard saying.

"Niall, that's my taco!" everyone hears Liam yelling.

"Harry stop—! AHHH I'M WET!"

The last round of feedback fades off, flooding the cafeteria in silence. Then:

"Louis just spilled tea on Niall," Harry is heard saying. "From his mouth."

Louis is heard shouting from the background: "I can't believe he missed that goal!"

"Harry...," Liam says warningly.

"Anyway, who's enjoying Taco Tuesday?!" Harry's voice muffles as he screams into the microphone.

"TACOS!!!!!!" Rickard and Hampus yell, waving their half-eaten tacos in the air.

"Tacos!!!" Emily yells, clapping happily.

"Tyrannosaurus Rex!" Beau whoops, holding a lettuce leaf shaped as a tyrannosaurus rex in the air.

"Yes, yes!" Harry replies back.

Everyone stares up at the speaker, which is where Harry's voice is coming from.

"TACOS!!!!" Rickard and Hampus yell out again.

"I have a story to tell...," Harry continues on, getting more serious.

Everyone goes quiet.

Then Harry starts his story: "I was at home the other day, and um, I had a present put right by my door, uh. I got it out, took it to my kitchen, unwrapped it, and it was a lettuce." He pauses. "So now, I have a lettuce!"

Everyone gives weird stares at the speaker, except for Beau.

Beau nods his head with an inquiring look. "That is so interesting... Don't you think that's weird, Bortz?" He turns to Robert.

Robert just shakes his head.

Elias looks around the room confusingly. On his lap is his open textbook. "What page is that on?"

Anastasia, who is next to him, leans over to him and whispers: "He's just telling a story."

"Oh."

The cafeteria falls into silence again.

"Anyway," Harry starts up again, "Corey Tropp, please report to the principal's office."

Jasmine's eyes widen as she gasps. "Can I go as well?"

"JUST COREY," Harry states sternly, like as if he was talking to her.

With uncertainty, Corey Tropp slowly gets up and shuffles out of the cafeteria.

"Anyway, that was the story for today! Enjoy Taco Tuesday!!!" Then a click is heard as the PA ends.

Nick looks up at the ceiling with a sleepy smile. "Thank you, God. Tell me if you want some tacos, I'll share."

Brandon gives him an odd look. "Actually, that was just the PA..." His voice fades off when he sees that Nick has already gone asleep. "Okay."

Joseph has finally sat down with his friends; he is in between to Brandon and Olli.

Olli is eating a salad with a fork that is filled with taco stuffings in a styrofoam bowl.

Joseph gives Olli's lunch a glare. "Why are you using a fork?"

Olli turns to him. "It's a taco bowl."

"What's wrong with the hardshell?"

"I don't eat it."

"Why?"

"I don't eat grains."

Joseph slams his hands on the table and snaps: "You got a problem with my mom's cooking‽"

Brandon's eyes widen. "Whoa, Crammer, calm down, he's just probably on some diet!"

Olli takes a forkful of salad. "Mm-hm."

Joseph scoffs. "Pfft, diet. I don't need that— I got my six-pack already..."

Brandon rolls his eyes at his friend and scoffs. "Pfft, yeah, like six years ago..."

"You should go on that diet, Monty..." Joseph reverts his eyes at Nick, who is still sleeping. "...and Ritchie."

Nick is still sleeping.