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"Oh baaaaay-bey," Rogue moaned loudly.
"Yo Rogue, what I say 'bout touchin' me? If we gon' do dis we gotta do it right." Evan gave her the stank eye.
Having sex with Rogue was hard, one wrong move you'd be knocked out. But was it even possible? I'll leave you thinking about that one.
Evan and Rogue seemed to be having a good time, but meanwhile, in the room below them was that red glasses man.
"Ugh," Scott groaned, as he tried to block out the noise with one of those cheap pillows. He already went up there and told him to quiet down, but they just gave him death threats.
Scott needed his good night's sleep. Jamie already bursted in his room about some candy missing from his pillow, now this?
He looked over at the nightstand. The time was 2:32 am.
Deciding he wouldn't get any sleep here, Scott went to the backyard and laid on the hammock; he was knocked out in the matter of seconds.
...
"You WHAT!?" Jamie gripped Bobby's collar, giving him a death glare.
This only made Bobby's smirk grow wider.
"I'm sorry I ate your chocolate bar. Goodness." Bobby released himself from Jamie's grip, and attempted to walk away.
"Oh no you don't," Jamie made multiple Jamie's, and surrounded him. They all pulled out their bandana's and tied them around their heads. "Do you know what this means, essay?"
Bobby eyed all of the Jamie's curiously, "Gang bang?"
"No," Jamie (and multiple Jamie's) brought out a water gun.
"Hasta la vista, baby."
Bobby dodged most of the water, and tried to jump over someone knocked-out on the hammock. Failing miserably, Bobby landed on-top of a cranky Scott, who shoved Bobby roughly.
"What is going on now?" Bobby and Jamie exchanged glares.
"He took my chocolate bar!" Jamie pointed at Bobby and whined.
"Sure I did," Bobby rolled his eyes. "You buy those Hershey Bar knock-offs, Tershey's."
Scott beamed his laser at Bobby's leg, Jamie's water gun, and Jamie's arm.
Bobby fell to the ground, and Jamie grabbed his arm with pained and shock on his face.
Just then, Xavier rolled in.
"Scott," Charles said in a stern voice, "In my office, now."
Charles then rolled out, going over Scott's foot on purpose.
Unnecessary "Oh's" were heard as they walked down the hall of shame. Scott's head hung low in disappointment.