ACT II

Class is in session. Mrs. King is as usual babbling on about useless bullshit nobody outside of the classroom gives a fuck about.

Blane to Oscar: "Did you see that rainbow in the sky this morning"

Oscar: "Yeah it was huge!"

Scoop does a pfft. "Come on man, I 'ate those things!"

Stewart turns around. "Nobody hates rainbows, Scoop."

Blane: "Yeah, what's to hate about rainbows?"

Scoop: Well, you know man, you just be sitting there, minding y'own business, and they'll come in and crawl up your leg and start biting the inside of your arse, and you'll be all like: "EHY! GET OUT OF MY ARSE YOU BLOODY RAINBOWS!"

Everyone in the class turns their head over to Scoop whose just basking in all the attention.

Blane: "Scoop, the hell are you talkin' about?"

Scoop: "I'm talkin' about rainbows, I hate those fuckin' things!"

Stewart: "Rainbows are those little arches of color that show up during a rainstorm!"

Scoop stutters. "Uh...oh...yeah man, I love those rainbows yeah, they're cool."

"TIMOTHY!" King's voice roared from the front of the room. "Do not blow your second chance!"

Oscar's stuck next to Avril, whose beginning to act weird around him, hiding something. Oscar looks to her. "Why are you acting weird Avril?"

"Oh no, I'm not acting weird! I always uh...um...flick my pencil to the wall when...I'm...bored."

"Oh."

Oscar knew something was up. "OSCAR! PAY ATTENTION!"

Oscar muttered, "Fuckin' witch."

Scoop's fuck-givage was on a downward spiral hard. He walked up to Donovan Butler, a slightly chubby kid, and began poking him with a stick. "I could pop this motherfucker!"

Donovan just took it like a champ. Avril yelled out; "Hey! That's disrespectful to fat people!"

Scoop looks over at Avril: "Oy fuck you emo!"

"Fuck you, wigger!" she shot back.

Scoop and Avril shouted obscenity after obscenity towards each other until it evolved into a beatdown. For shits and giggles, Oscar jumped into the fight, followed suit by Blane, followed suit by Stewart, and then Donovan. The class soon descended into chaos. Mrs. King had enough and swung her fist at the locker nearby to get their attention, but King soon almost got a faceful of desk in karma, so King was effectively brought into the fight. All you could hear from the class was shouting, "YOU FUCKIN' PUSSY!", "LET'S GO OSCAR LET'S GO *clap clap" and other shit.

Mr. Vernon just sat there in Flatley's office, spilling his thermos all over the desk with an orange slice stuck in his mouth. He knew nothing of what was going on in the class, nor would he until he eventually left the office to check on them.

Avril was becoming extremely unstable and dangerous. The beatdown had now evolved into Scoop blocking himself from Avril's wrath which clearly overpowered him. Scoop yelled: "MAYBE YOU SHOULD SEE A SHRINK BEFORE YOU FUCKIN START CUTTIN' YOURSELF!"

Avril grabbed a hammer and started smashing Scoop in with it. The crowd began to chant the chorus of Maxwell's Silver Hammer but with 'Maxwell' replaced with her name.

She ran away after she was finished with him, crying. Something was up. "WHAT HAVE I DONE?" she screeched as she smashed the door shut behind her and ran like an Olympic marathon runner down the hallway. Mrs. King, torn up and almost destroyed within the fight, realized Avril was gone. "Where did Avril go?"

"She just freaked out, beat Scoop with a hammer and took off..." Davina Berry said from the back. Avril just tumbled down near a locker and sobbed her heart out. "WHAT HAVE I DONE? OH MY GOD!" she yelled.

The school bell rings. the Boys and a staggering Scoop encounter the emotionally and physically destroyed Avril on their way out the school. "Avril...what in the fuck was that in class?" Oscar says.

"Just...I don't...leave...me..."

Oscar shrugs it off and the Boys walk out but not before Blane slips her a note which read: "I sharted your chair after you walked out, had some fish and chips last night from some local shop and pee-yew it didn't go down well in my stomach. Sincerely Blane."

Scoop staggers down the street but he gives absolutely no fucks and feels like he can keep going. "You know man, I could still fuck pussies while my head's in agony!"

"Oy fuck off you wigger! You just got ya'ead smashed in!" Stewart yells. "Hah, I don't give a fuck!" Scoop fires back, laughing.

Blane sees Daisy and her friends walk down the path, who notice him. "Hi Blane!" Daisy says sarcastically. "Daisy, you and your friends can go fuck each other in th'arseholes all ya want, just leave me alone!" he snaps back. Blane had a pretty ugly falling out with her three months prior. Neither of them were faithful to each other.

She smirks and they walk away. They board the bus and ride their way home. Oscar, still limping, begins feeling a subconscious uneasiness. He turns to Stewart, who could be considered a geek, for some help. "So you guys are sure that my 'dream' isn't a dream?"

"It has to be real buddy! You've got marks on yer mouth."

Oscar starts to panic but tries his best to shake it off which he does. Stewart goes over to Blane's house and the two watch actual snuff films just for shits and giggles. Oscar says a HI to his parents and crashes out.

At night, he starts tossing and turning, becoming scared of falling asleep because of the 'dream' he had. All of a sudden, a figure very similar to the one in his window in the 'dream' appeared once again, this time having a more solemn voice. "Oscar..."

Oscar screamed and tried waking himself up but he knew this was reality. He started tossing and turning without saying a word. The figure suddenly shouts with a wobbly voice, "WHY WON'T YOU LET ME IN?"

He gets up and realizes who it is: Avril. He starts to become even more scared. "I just had a dream...about this exact same thing!"

"I'm sorry Oscar...it wasn't a dream."

Oscar's heart sank to his stomach and shat itself out.

"Oscar...I snuck into your bedroom last night, tied you to a chair in the bathroom and started telling you what I'd love to do to you. I don't even know what came of me! I'm so sorry!" Avril said, about to cry.

Oscar passed out on the floor. His buddies were right. It was reality.

However, as Oscar passed out, Avril suddenly shrugged off the crying; it was just a distraction. She begins to laugh sinisterly. She uses this opportunity to make out with him passed out. "Oscar's mine!" she cackles. She hadn't cackled this hard since the time she was a spy and she drew a revolver at the Grand Mistress' head and made deranged cackles at her face as she died and falsely told Frank that the Mistress died of a heart attack during a confrontation, the murder which led to the downward spiral of SKUL and it's eventual destruction and for the M.I. High project to be rendered unnecessary in the post-SKUL world.

Avril spends half an hour kissing Oscar whose still inebriated, and like the night before, puts him back in his bed. She then grabs out her laptop from her bag, secretly hacks into his family WiFi, and posts on her blog:

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy I finally got to kiss oscar! aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

and slides out the window again...not before slipping and smacking into the concrete. She staggers her way away. Oscar doesn't even know what happened. He woke up in the middle of the night, to the taste of gothic lipstick on his mouth. "This can't be real, right?" he mumbles.

Scoop was sitting in his bedroom at 12:00am watching the test card with the picture of the girl and the clown while shoving cheese puffs down his throat for no reason at all, on the phone to Blane and Stewart. "I've been watching this shit for three hours tops and I'm pretty sure she blinked!" Scoop shouted into the phone with his mouth full of puffs. "It's a still fucking image, she isn't gonna blink, you dildo!" Stewart fires back.

"The little fuck can't just stare at the screen for hours on end!"

"It's a still image that's been in use for fucking years man!"

"How do you know, bleach hair?" Scoop questioned.

"I'm looking it up on the internet!"

"Not so smart anymore cuz you need the internet!"

"Oy, fuck you Scoop!"

"Alright man, you know what? Let's make a bet, my phone has unlimited data, yours does too, right?"

"Well...yeah!"

"Perfect, let's do a contest, let's see who can stare the longest at this fuckin test picture thingy, no other lights, just the telly, winner gets 50 quid."

None of them had anything else to do, so they began the contest.

Scoop turned everything else off in his room, his light, his flashy colorful equalizer, and his digital photo album chock full of pictures of Rose, leaving him subjected to what we all know as Test Card F. Stewart lasted two hours before he looked away to do something else. Blane lasted three extra hours, giving him a total of a five hour record. Scoop ended up winning; staring at the test card for eight hours straight, hearing just the tone blaring from the TV.

"Scoop...you still staring at that TV?"

"Yes man, I fink I just won! HAHAHA! I keep my 50 quid!"

Blane and Stewart, on the brink of falling asleep, facepalm. It was morning by then, and they had to get ready for school. Scoop: "Wait till I tell everyone at school I kicked your arses at staring at that pic of the bitch and the clown for eight fuckin hours!"

Scoop however was falling into microsleeps constantly as a result of the sleep deprivation and eye strain he endured. The image of Carole Hersee staring into your soul while writing on a chalkboard with her toy clown was the only thing Scoop was capable of mustering up. At the bus stop, Oscar noticed that the other three boys were constantly dozing off and tumbling down. They were all falling into microsleeps because of the competition.

"What is going on with you guys?" Oscar asks.

"Scoop...Scoop...fucking...tortured us...making us stare at that test pattern, the chick and the clown...for hours on end...he fuckin stared at it for eight hours..."

Oscar looks bewildered, and also confused because he's never tuned into the BBC at night ever. On the bus, Avril is getting crowded by other girls who read her blog and wanted to know how good it felt to kiss Oscar. "You're so cool for doing that!" one chick shouted. Oscar sits himself in front of Blane and Stewart to avoid Avril and the other chicks seeing him.

Meanwhile...

Mr. Flatley is slated to return to work. He reevaluated himself on a few things, and realized what he truly needed to take care of.

He walks into the gun shop.

"I'd like a .50 caliber rifle please."

Testing it in front of the mirror, he utters; "You talking to me, King?"