Trump started walking over to Luka, but saw that she was talking to Ted. He shoved Ted out of the way and started talking to Luka.
"Hey bby, why are you always hanging out with Ted? You know you like me better. Ted is a nerd, and you're too gorgeous for him." He flirted. Luka glared at Trump and helped Ted up off the ground.
"Well, first of all, Ted is nice, and you're a butt; second of all, Ted and I talk about many different things, while you only want to talk about how hot the girls in this school are. Basically, you're just an all-around Trumped Butt!" Luka exclaimed.
Everyone in the class stopped whatever they were doing to stare at Ted, Luka, and Trump. They had never heard Luka say more than a few words at once, but more importantly, they were surprised at what she did say.
"You just don't call Trump that..." Someone in the back of the class whispered.
Trump became red. "Well at least I'm not an anime freak!" He snarled, noting Luka's larger than normal eyes and her technicolour hair. He stormed away from the two and walked back to where Hillary and his crew were standing.
When he arrived, he took hold of Hillary's hands and gazed into her sparkling eyes. "Baby, you know I would never hurt you on purpose. Please, come back to me!"
"I- I forgave you long ago, but I was too nervous to say... You're the bees to my knees, McChicken to my Chan... the love of my life..." After finishing her sentence, they both leaned in closer, heartbeats synchronized, their eyes alight with love and passion.
"I love you, bby." Hillary said, right before Trump pulled her in closer. They stayed like that for what seemed like ages, until suddenly their lips connected.
Only a quarter of a second passed until Hillary fell to the ground.
"Huh? What was that?" She looked up and saw Melania with Trump. Melania had shoved Hillary out of the way to kiss Trump herself! And Trump didn't seem to notice at all! Tears started forming in her eyes because of how Trump couldn't even tell the difference between her and Melania.
"I am going to sabotage Trump so much..." she thought to herself, until she saw a hand outstretched for her. She looked up and saw Lady Gaga, who helped her back up.
"We are BFFL, gurl." Lady told her. Hillary looked back at Trump and Melania. As they started to pull apart, Trump opened his eyes and saw Melania standing there with a wicked grin spread across her face.
"M-melania?! What...? When...?" Trump sputtered like a dying Putt-Putt. "I mean, it's not like you were bad or anything..." he said deeply.
"Are you going to prom? You should go with me!" Melania said excitedly.
"But... I'm already going with Hillary," Trump answered. Then, looking at how she was even hotter than Hillary, "Nevermind, I'm going with you all the way!" Trump looked to his crew, who had faces of surprise. He walked over to them and pulled them into a remote corner where Gary Johnson, Jill Stein and Bernie Sanders were talking about parabolas.
"Outta my way, nerds!" He said as he shoved them aside.
"Alright, my plan is to run for prom king and queen with Hillary, but on all of the 'vote for me' posters, I'll write Melania's name, and then make Hillary jealous. When prom comes around, I'll ditch Melania and when we're elected preside- I mean prom king and queen, she'll love me forever!" He explained.
"That's genius!" Mike said.
"You're sure it will work, though?" Jeb asked.
"100% sure. And now, I'm going to fill out me and Hillary's names for president."