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I WILL NOT UPDATE FOR TWO WEEKS BECAUSE WE'LL BE HAVING OUR SECOND QUARTERLY TESTS ON OCTOBER 15, 17-19. I REALLY NEED TO PULL MY GRADES UP (ESPECIALLY IN BIOLOGY SINCE I GOT A FAILING GRADE) SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. SORRY AND THANK YOU!

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Two weeks to go before the Batch Formal.

Everyone's already excited about the Batch Formal—the girls are already buying their dresses and waiting for their dream guys to ask them out for the Batch Formal. The boys, on the other hand, are finding ways to get a sweet 'yes' from those girls they want to ask out for the most-awaited event of the year.

It was a chilly Monday afternoon and the teachers were called off by their respective subject departments for a quarterly meeting. Because of this, the Class Adviser has decided to give the rest of the afternoon to her (awesome) batch for preparations and all that.

The High School Auditorium was (finally) reserved for the event. Leanie Avirre had to ask help from the Student Council's Head so that she could convince the one who was responsible for the HS Auditorium. Now, everyone was inside the air-conditioned auditorium.

"Okay, now that we finally have this auditorium for our Batch Formal, we can start setting up. Creative Committee?" It was Nea Tan who spoke in front of the microphone, catching everyone's attention—thanks to her loud voice despite the presence of a freaking microphone right in front of her.

"We'll provide the necessary things to make this place fabulous." The Creative Committee Batch Rep said, waving her hand with a thumbs-up sign. Nea grinned "Good, then! Now…" Nea looked around, trying to find Leanie and Max in the middle of the crowd "…where the hell did Lea and Max go—"

"WE'RE ALREADY HERE, NEA. YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE MICROPHONE!" Max Melidru shouted so loud that everyone's eyes were now focused on her. She was holding the auditorium's door wide open. Lea was beside her, carrying a bag full of shiny black envelopes.

"Ooh~ It looks like Lea already has the envelopes. Cool." Nea remarked as Lea approached her at the stage. Leanie took a deep breath before speaking.

"Sorry for the late appearance, fellas. I just printed the formal invitations for the Batch Formal. Pretty fancy, hmm?" Lea pulled out one black envelope from her bag and showed it in front of everyone. Most of the girls squealed, obviously excited.

"Chill down, girls. I'll ask Nea to distribute it to you, okay?" Lea said as she returned the black envelope inside the bag and handed it over to Nea. As Nea went down the stage, Lea looked at the crowd with an amused smirk in her face "So, may I ask the boys about their…progress?"

Silence from the boys' side.

Leanie nodded slowly "Wow, guys. What happened to your guts? Did they turn into tinkie-winkie?" Leanie asked amusingly. Before Leanie could continue mocking/helping the boys, one of them took the opportunity to do what he should have done a few weeks ago…

"GIVE ME THE MOMENT, LEANIE."

All eyes looked at Alfred F. Jones.

"Ahh…so it's you, Alfred. Go ahead." Leanie crossed her arms over her chest.

"Damn Sir Pun-squared—he always steals the fucking moment from me. Thanks, Leanie!" Alfred said. Leanie nodded. Now, he faced the girl who decided to stay behind him. "Alice, I swear to God that if Sir Palunz interrupts me again, I'm gonna shoot him with a very big-fucking-ass gun." he says in a threatening tone—he was obviously threatening the almighty Sir Pun-squared who was able to interrupt him for 6 consecutive times. "Alfred, don't even think about it—" Alice tried to step back but Alfred immediately grabbed her hand and pulled her closer to him "Don't even think of running away from me, Ally. You know I won't let you."

Alice knew how insistent Alfred could be. He won't stop until he gets what he wants. She could feel some of the girls in the crowd giving her icy and even death glares but Alfred does not seem to mind—at all.

"Ally—no. Alice Kirkland, I want you to be my date for the Batch Formal—and I am not accepting a no for an answer." Alfred finally announced it to the whole world. Alice could feel her cheeks burning as red as a tomato. And now because of Alfred's announcement, the death glares became…worse. Basically, Alfred is not giving her a choice. She would be his date for the Batch Formal—whether she liked it or not.

Well, she actually wanted it…but sadly, her bitchy female batchmates (most of them) did not want that.

Before Alice could say yes, someone interrupted by clearing her throat.

"Uh, how sure are you that Alice is invited in the upcoming Batch Formal?" Abby Santiago asked, her unidentifiable (some—most—call it the 'Abbitchy Accent') accent ringing out in the air. Alice felt her hands holding Alfred's hands really tight. "Why would someone like her—" she pointed her finger at Alice "be invited for the Batch Formal?"

"Uhh because Alice Kirkland has an invitation for the Batch Formal~" Nea interrupted Abby, copying her Abbitchy Accent to completely humiliate Abby. After the crowd laughed because of what Nea did, Nea pulled out the last two black envelopes in Leanie's bag and handed it to Alfred and Alice.

"What the—why?! What is wrong with you, Lea?!" Abby asked, facing Leanie. The latter blinked twice before answering her question. "Alice is part of the batch, Abby. She'll be part of the Batch Formal whether you like it or not, understand?" Leanie said in a serious tone. Abby grimaced "Seriously?! She's an outcast, Leanie! Don't use your position as an officer—"

"Excuse me? Lea's not using her position as an officer right now, Abby Santiago." Max Melidru said out loud then she glared at Abby. "Here's the deal, Abby Santiago" Max stood right in front of Abby and looked at the latter's invitation "Alice will go to the Batch Formal—so either you shut up and let her come to the Batch Formal or," Max grabbed the invitation away from Abby "you stay home during Christmas Eve. Choose."

Abby's face turned red because of frustration plus humiliation. Without saying anything else, she walked out of the auditorium.

"Well, then. Nea, keep this invitation." Max handed Abby's invitation to Nea.

"So, Alice, are you gonna make Alfred wait until England becomes the 51st state of America or what?" Leanie asked after a few seconds of the awkward silence.

Alice's vivid green eyes finally met Alfred's blue eyes. Alice took a deep breath then smiled "I guess I have no choice. Please accept my warm yes, Alfred F. Jones."

And with that, Alfred gave her a very tight hug then carried her up—yep.

And the shocking thing about this is that everyone in the auditorium cheered for Alfred's success and Alice's 'yes' to Alfred.

Things are slowly…getting fixed, perhaps?

Finally Sir Pun-squared did not interrupt the Hero. xD

Sorry for the short chapter, guys. I'm really…gonna be in study mode for two weeks. Because of that, I tried my best NOT to leave a cliffhanger in this chapter.