Jasmine got up out of bed. She knew that today was the day of her final exam, and she didn't want to be late. She finished her hair, and was freshening up for breakfast when there was a knock on the door. "Honey, you mind getting that? I'm a little busy." Her mom called from her room. "Sure thing, mom." Jasmine answered, opening the door to reveal Lindy. "Come on! We're gonna be late!" Lindy exclaimed. "But...I haven't eaten!" Jasmine protested. "You can eat later, the bus is about to pull up!" Lindy said, pushing Jasmine out the door. The bus was indeed there when they got there, and they got on, just before the doors closed. Jasmine and Lindy got a seat together, with Jasmine next to the window. She stared out the window as the bus drove through the neighborhoods.

About halfway to school, Jasmine felt her stomach begin to churn. "Please...not now!" She silently begged, but luck was not with her. Her stomach let out a low rumble, and Lindy looked at her with an eyebrow raised. Jasmine returned her look with a dark glare, and turned her attention back to the window. Her stomach however, wouldn't be ignored as it let out a growl, which several of the students heard. Three minutes later, almost everyone on the bus was snickering and making remarks too quiet for her to hear. This kept on for several more minutes until the bus pulled up to the school. Jasmine practically flew out the doors as they opened, much to the amusement of Lindy. She took her seat in class, with Lindy sitting on the other side of the class. Their teacher, Teresa Russo, came in with their exam papers and went through the normal procedure with them. All went well until she had finished one third of the exam. Then her stomach growled, reminding her that it was still empty. "Come on...just bear with me a little longer!" She pleaded with her stomach silently. Her stomach of course didn't listen, growling a little louder. Sam Puckett, the girl sitting in front of her, turned around and looked at her tiredly. "You mind keeping it down..?" She asked quietly, before turning back to her work. Jasmine felt a tap on her shoulder, and turned to see Carly Shay looking at her with a sympathetic look on her face. "Don't mind my friend...it happens to everyone." She whispered. Jasmine nodded and turned back to work. The peace didn't last long however as her stomach growled rather loudly. This time, the class broke into laughter. Save for Sam, Mrs. Russo, and Carly. Sam looked like she simply didn't want to be there. Carly on the other hand, stared at Jasmine with wide eyes. Mrs. Russo was even less amused. She cleared her throat loudly, looking right at Jasmine. "That's enough, young lady. I cannot have you disturbing my classroom. Finish your test in the trailer outside, and you may bring it to me once you're done." Jasmine's mouth dropped open. "But...but-" She was cut off before she could finish. "No buts. To the trailer. And don't come back until your test is finished. And you..." She said this, looking at Lindy now. "Go with her. Make sure she doesn't get herself into trouble." Jasmine stared at Mrs. Russo in disbelief. "How would I get-" She was once again cut off, unfortunately. "No problem, Mrs. Russo!" Lindy said, smirking evilly on the inside. She was hatching a plan, and Jasmine could tell. She was afraid to find out what her friend was up to.

The walk to the trailer was surprisingly silent. Jasmine kept her angry thoughts to herself, while Lindy snickered beside her. Once they got inside, all hell broke loose. "WHAT THE HELL WAS ALL THAT ABOUT?!" Jasmine yelled, staring Lindy right in the eyes. Lindy stared back at her, unphased. "Now what are you going on about?" She asked, feigning obliviousness. "You know what! That little show that happened in class! You caused that!" Lindy stared at the raging girl with amusement. "It was fun, wasn't it?" She joked. "How could you find humor in this? If you had let me eat breakfast, none of it would be happening!" Her stomach growled loudly to emphasize her point. "Wait...why do I smell chocolate?" She asked, searching Lindy for answers. "Oh...you mean THIS?" She held up a chocolate bar, and Jasmine's mouth watered at the sight of it. "I want it..." She groaned, rubbing her stomach as it continued making noises. "Why should I give it to you? It's mine!" Lindy countered, clutching the candy bar close to her. "Please! I'm staaaarving!" Jasmine whined. "Sorry, but it's mine." Lindy answered. "GIVE ME THE DAMN CHOCOLATE BAR!" Jasmine thundered. She tackled Lindy to the ground and she and Lindy began wrestling each other for it. They continued like that until they heard a soft crunch. Jasmine looked down and saw that they had rolled on top of the candy bar by accident. Instantly, her anger intensified and she pointed an accusatory finger at Lindy. "You..." She started, growling at Lindy. "Hold it!" Lindy defended. "YOU'RE the one who started all of that!" Jasmine's stomach growled loudly, not helping matters any. Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the door. "Girls, what in the world is going on here?" Lindy saw the dark look cross Jasmine's face, and she quickly spoke up. "Nothing, Mrs. Russo! We're just finishing up here!" There was silence for a bit, before Mrs. Russo spoke up again. "I'm coming in there now. You two had better be done!" She said. "Go ahead and come in.." Jasmine said, too low for Mrs. Russo to hear, but Lindy heard it and she began to panic. "Jasmine, please don't do it! I know you're starving but think with your head, not your stomach!" She whispered pleadingly to Jasmine. "Too late." Jasmine answered as Teresa Russo opened the door. Jasmine was on her before she had a chance to scream, shoving her completely into her mouth. Lindy, although shocked, was a little aroused at the way Jasmine was losing control of herself. Jasmine finished swallowing Teresa and belched loudly. "NOW let's finish." She said, finishing her exam and walking out the door, Lindy following her. They failed to notice however, that Sam had seen the whole thing happen. She had high-tailed it back to class as soon as she saw it go down, going to tell Carly. Carly was horror-struck at first, but she nodded as Sam filled her in. By the time Jasmine and Lindy got back to the classroom, her stomach was it's normal shape. Sam pulled out her phone and texted Lindy, who received it from the other side of the class.

Sam: "Me and Carly both know what Jasmine did. :/"

Lindy: "How do you know? o_o"

Sam: "Let's just say I have my ways of founding out things. ;)"

Lindy: "Uh huh...what will it take for you both not to tell? :l"

Sam: "I want in on whatever is going on. Be it a group, team, club, whatever."

Lindy: "What about the other one?"

Sam: "Hold on."

Sam put the phone down for a second and turned around to talk to Carly. Lindy saw Carly's face go pale, and it looked like she was going to decline. However, her face expression went back to normal and she nodded. Sam then turned back around and texted again.

Sam: "She's in too. Anything we gotta do to officially be in?"

Lindy: "Just one thing."

Sam: "And what would that be?"

Lindy: "Meet me and Jasmine after school and you'll both find out!"

Sam: "K."

With that, Sam put her phone away and turned around to tell Carly the news. "So she's in?" Jasmine said, catching Lindy's attention. "Not quite..." Lindy answered. "Please tell me you're not gonna make them do what I think you are..." Jasmine deadpanned. "It's just one. It won't hurt." Lindy countered. "Fine. Let's get this over with." Jasmine said. Soon the bell rang, and everyone ran out the door, glad that school was finally over for the summer. Lindy and Jasmine were already at the door as Carly was finishing packing up her stuff. Both Lindy and Sam shared a knowing smile as she and Jasmine walked out. Carly caught Jasmine's gaze and they both grimaced. This was going to be a long ass summer.