A/N: I'm sorry for the slightly late update. Mom won't allow me to use my laptop on school days (the irony) and only on weekends, so I'm sorry, but I'll do my best! I won't miss a single day worth uploading. Thanks for waiting.

The teacher had assigned the students sitting on the third row of the class to clean up during lunch break, and Yumi was one of them. She didn't want to clean, though, and I remembered that I had to go home quite soon today, so we agreed to trade shifts since mine was during dismissal. I got the only broom in the cupboard and began sweeping shit off the floor (and if you're smart enough, you'll know I didn't mean this literally). Seriously, most students these days just didn't know how to keep their classes clean and neat and tidy! Even when leaning closer to being a slob, I knew I had a right to give myself some credit...

I gathered all the trash in one corner, and when I was done, I realized, "OMG, Yumi, we don't have a freaking dust pan."

Well, our class probably didn't like dust pans too much, I guessed, seeing that ours was the only one without the said object to complete our 'collection'. Nice. So guess what we did? We decided that Yumi would hide the dust somewhere, wherever, and I'd pick up the papers and plastic by hand and throw them out. Once I finished, I stepped outside of the class, walking towards the recycling bins.

It was then I noticed that students were dashing past me, excited. I peered over a group of girls passing by. My jaw almost dropped. What the hell? Almost the whole high school's here. WTF is going on? I ran back to the class and spotted Yumi immediately, listening to who-knows-what (I assumed Vocaloid) on her phone. I forgot that there were actually people in there, and before I could even realize that, I casually shouted:

"BITCH, THERE'S SOMETHING AWESOME GOING ON OUT THERE, AND WE'RE MISSING IN ACTION!"

... and I mentally bitch-slapped myself as all eyes went to my direction. Even Yumi gave me a "shut-the-fuck-up-what-the-hell-is-wrong-with-you- whut-are-you-doing-baka" face. I just wanted to shrink down into the size of an ant. Holy shit. That caught the attention of the entire class. Yumi and I made a run for it.

"What's going on...?" she asked, removing her earphones. There were students pooling all the floors of the building. The first years were on the ground/first floor, yelling and cheering, while the second years, including us, were on the second floor, just trying to figure out what the heck was going on. The rest of the year levels, juniors and seniors (third and fourth) were also watching in anticipation, some shouting too. We found a spot (probably the best) where we could see almost everything that was going on down on the first floor.

The quadrangle, which was found in the center of all the classrooms and visible to almost every single one of them, was surrounded by students who had empty bottles with them. The stage was there at the very front, and there were- were those... trash cans? Yes, there were two of them, both on either side of the stage. There was a label on each one of them, but I couldn't really see it. It must've been important seeing that almost everyone was going crazy over it.

And then the real thing started.

Two guys made their way together, walking up to the front with stupid smiles on their faces, waving at everyone as if they were celebs. Each held a pet bottle in their hands. Both of them went to the trash bin on the right, and most of the students cheered. They threw their bottles in, erupting more cheers from everyone. "Hey, seriously, what's going on?" I asked Yumi, who was also laughing. "It's some kind of betting... you can bet on which basketball team is going to win in the game... I think the match is tomorrow or the day after that?" I simply nodded, a tiny bit disappointed. I wasn't really interested in basketball, even though I used to play, but I continued to watch anyway.

Then another group of guys ran to the front. "Wait, are they-?!" Yes, they were. They were using the bottle as their ball, as if they were actually playing in a game! They passed the bottle to each other flawlessly, but when they tried to slam it into their "net", it merely bounced back. I couldn't stop laughing. "FAIL!" Yumi shouted. I glanced back at the quad and saw a girl with a long pony tail, running with her own bottle. She dunked it in the opposite bin, which was on the left. I was confused when I realized everyone was boo-ing, but I didn't really give a damn.

I looked around to see more familiar faces. On the first floor were Kat, Gianne, Miu and Yuki. I glanced far to the right and saw Jaimee, JP, Kyanna, Chabs, AA and NJ all together, laughing too.

After that, another pair of guys (seriously, where were the girls? Not that they'd be too entertaining, though...) came up. The bigger one was carrying his smaller companion on his shoulders, who was holding not one, but two bottles in each hand. Everyone laughed and cheered, some yelling and pointing at the bin they should throw the bottles in. They made their way to the bin on the right, the one most of the people were rooting for, and slammed the first bottle in successfully. The second one was half-full, so uke (yes, uke) drank it all up and then threw it in too.

But he never had the time to swallow it all up.

So instead of having the water go down his throat, he had to spit it all out, causing it all to spill on his friend's head.

I knew everyone was having a laughing seizure.

"Y'know, classes should be starting by now," I said to Yumi.

"Eh, no one cares, I guess. Maybe they'll extend it?"

A girl threw her bottle, but it missed the target, so another guy tried to slam it in with all his might, only to have it bounce back. Then he threw it again, with a lot of force, but he... failed. Imagine the laughter. It took him six fucking times to get it right. The final one for the day, and it was a group of guys from third year. They did a cat-walk, as if they were in a fashion show. One of them who was wearing glasses went up to the stage to strike a gay pose.

"Holy shit, these guys seriously have a lot of nerve!"

More laughs here and there followed, and finally, the bell rang, signaling all students to return to their classes and continue the other half of the day. I sat down on my chair, and noticed Gianne walking up to me. "Did you see the stupidity there?" she laughed. "Pfffft, yeah. Seriously, it was awesome and stupid at the same time!" I said and sighed, waiting for our next teacher to enter. She did, our music teacher. We all got up to stand. Only then I realized, before we started the prayer, that...

The trash was still in my hands since I never got the chance to throw it away.

The excitement still continued the following day! Team B, the one most of them were betting on, was kinda winning. There weren't too many exciting and funny "performances", but Yumi and I couldn't stop laughing our asses off when we saw one of our classmates running a retarded- as in retarded- run.

The school was probably having so much trouble managing and calming the students down, that they moved both bins to a corridor, just a few feet away from the canteen. Knowing that they wouldn't really be acknowledged, more students started betting, and surprisingly, Team A's bin was full by the end of the lunch break. I didn't really care, since I wasn't interested in sports.

In the end, they did win after all.

A/N: Yesh, I know this is pretty much some kind of informative text or whatever the shit you call it, but that's because I'm having a hard time remembering most of the dialogue that happened that day... ugh, that's it, from now on, I'm taking notes! Yep.\

CRAPPY END IS SHITTY, OMG.