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"Gosh Sammy why'd you have to go and out do us all?" Tyler pouted kicking a stray pebble on the side walk. They had their arms linked and were trying to trip each other.

"That's just how I roll Ty," Sam said kicked the same pebble and tripping him at the same time.

"Hey, why don't we all go out for dinner the night before we leave?" PJ suggested pulling his headphones off. Sam linked her free arm through his, so they created a three person human chain.

"That's not a bad idea actually." Caleb agreed, trying to trip Sam but she stomped on his toe.

"Yeah, that could be fun! Oh! We could try that new place…the club?" Sam said trying to get her legs between PJ's, but he skipped out of the way.

"Uh, Sam…one problem," Tyler said as he and PJ both tried to trip her. She used their arms as anchors and leapt over their legs.

"Huh?"

"Oh you know that whole, underage—illegal—get into a lot of trouble…just that issue." Matt said sarcastically kicking at the back of Tyler's shoe.

"Oh that. That's not a problem I got it taken care of…," Sam said as she unlinked her arms and dropped into a strattle tripping both PJ and Tyler. Caleb, Matt, and Jack started cracking up. PJ and Tyler stood up brushing themselves off and glared at Sam.

"Oh yeah? How so?" Tyler asked defiantly.

"Whoa, whoa wait. Isn't this a little ironic? We try to help stop crime and yet we are planning on committing one?" PJ said.

Sam sighed. "Yeah I know. But it's one time. Besides everyone does it—doesn't make it right—but still. As long as we are safe and don't do anything…noticeable."

Matt snorted. "Ok Sam. But this ones on you."

Sam smiled and linked arms with Tyler and PJ again. "I know. Now follow me."

She led them all to her room and shut the door behind her. She went to her closet and pulled out an old shoe box.

"Man, if this is another bet I'm out," Matt complained lying back on the bed.

"No it's not a bet moron," she pulled out the bottom of her shoe and took out six fake ID's. She held them up triumphantly.

"Taadaa!"

Everyone jumped up from where they were sitting and circled Sam. She handed each of them their new ID's.

"Sam you are going to be the end of us really," Caleb said amazed.

She smiled. "I know."

x-x-x-x-x

It was Saturday night, and it was kind of cold outside. Sam stood outside her car waiting for her friends to show up. They had all modified their identity and updated their ID's…you know just in case. Sam tapped her stiletto covered foot impatiently; they were supposed to be here five minutes ago. In Sam's book, five minutes was inexcusable. She brushed her fingers through her pink wig. She really liked it and almost considered dying it this color permanently.

She was about to go in without them when they finally pulled up in their Camaro.

They climbed out and whistled and gave out cat calls.

"Hey girl!"

Sam smiled and spun in a circle acting innocent. "Is it…too much?" She bit her lip pretending to be worried.

They all muttered something but Sam just laughed.

"Alright let's go. I've waited for you goons long enough!"

They walked up to Aqua and were dismayed to see a long line.

"Must be good," Tyler muttered about to step in line, Sam stopped him.

"Nu-uh. We are not wasting our time waiting in line!" She pulled him out of line and marched to the front.

"Name?" A cute looking guy with a clip board asked.

"Victoria Walsh," Sam lied innocently.

"Yeah, your names not on here, back of the line."

Sam rolled her eyes and peeked over. "May I check?" She smiled at him sweetly and he sighed. She stepped up next to him and grabbed the pen.

"Huh that's funny? I could have sworn I was…right…there," she scribbled her fake name onto the list elegantly and smiled teasingly at the guy. He looked a little flabbergasted but Sam pressed her body to his and stuck a fifty in the front of his jeans.

"You can buy me a drink later," she winked and motioned for her amused friends to follow her in.

They were surrounded with the boom of a techno rock song and strobe lights flashing everywhere. There were people flinging neon colored paint all over the dance floor, the lights making them glow. Upstairs there were old torn looking couches with sheer curtains surrounding them. Beside the dance floor was a long bar with busy bartenders trying to keep up with all the orders. It had an urban scene feeling to it, and Sam's outfit fit right in. It was awesome. Sam squealed and jumped around all her friends excitedly.

"Wow! This place is hot!"

They laughed at Sam's antics and headed upstairs to find a table or couch. A few people bumped and grinded them as they made their way up the stairs, others told Sam how awesome her hair was. Some girls fawned over the guys but they kept up with Sam leaving the girls to frown after them.

Sam found a neon pink table with black splatter paint on it and claimed it immediately; it did match her hair…

There was another bar upstairs but it wasn't as crowded luckily as the one downstairs, only a few worn out people hung over it ordering more drinks as if they weren't trashed enough.

Someone with a name tag walked over to them and Sam stiffened. What if they were going to get kicked out because of the incident at the door? She shook off her worries when the tired looking girl smiled at them. The girl shook her head to get some blue fringy bangs out of her eyes and slapped a piece of paper on there table kneeling down beside it.

"What d'ya want?" She asked not really caring.

"Vodka and Red Bull for us all, straight up," Sam ordered with a smile before one of the boys could speak for themselves.

The girl raised an eyebrow but shrugged and scribbled it down anyway. She shoved her pen and paper into her pocket and left without another word.

"I like her." Matt said nodding to all of them. Sam snorted and rolled her eyes before standing up.

"While we are waiting for Miss Charming, who wants to dance?" Sam shaking her butt at them. There was a chorus of "me's" behind her before she skipped back down the stairs. Matt, Tyler, and PJ joined Sam on the dance floor laughing along as she impersonated her best screamo-slash-sexy-slash-techno dance moves.

"You are probably the only one who can pull that off Victoria," Tyler said winking at her proud of himself for using her fake name. She rolled her eyes and booty bumped him before dancing further into the crowd. She danced along with some random people before bumping into someone tall. She smiled at Caleb who had her drink, she took it and took a big purposeful sip then held it over her head to dance some more.

They all danced through several songs, Sam had even found a glow stick necklace and put that on. Caleb froze beside her and Sam gave him a questioning look. When he looked back down at her he seemed startled and nodded towards the DJ. Sam searched where he was looking and froze too. It was her Tech Professor, Mr. Ackerman. And he was staring right at them.

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