Ezekiel found his room and managed to unlock it after about an hour of searching, since he had never been to a real school it made sense for him to get lost. He tried to be sneaky and avoid any person with a phone, a camera, a loud voice or even a pair of eyes. He just pushed his hoodie over his head and snuck around until he could find his room. Luckily, no one saw him and he was able to sneak in successfully undetected. That was until he heard a high pitched scream behind him as he closed the door. It was from DJ.
"Woah, DJ, chill homes, it's just me, eh!" The homeschool yelled back, shielding himself with his arms. The large teen got a good look at Zeke and instantly felt regret.
"Oh! My bad, dude! I thought you were-"
"A monster?" Ezekiel finished for DJ, looking down to the floor as he sat on his bed. The other male quickly went to his side.
"No! I thought you were Geoff. I owe him some money and it wouldn't surprise me if he's still looking for me to pay up, ha." He explained, patting the scrawny kids shoulder. "Uh, dude, do you need to eat? All I feel is bone."
"Then don't touch me, eh.." Zeke responded, shrugging his boney shoulders away from DJ's big paw.
"That's not what I meant. C'mon, Zeke. What's on your mind?" The gentle giant asked the lankey teen who gave a glance at him before sighing.
"I'm afraid everyone is gonna be scared of me. Ever since World Tour, I haven't been right, you know? I just know when people recognize me they'll start saying things and maybe even take pictures.. I can't get embarassed, not again. I just want to start over." He explained, slouching against his chin before unpacking his stuff.
"Man, that's a reasonable fear, and I get it but damn, Zeke, you look way better than you used to! No offense obviously but compared to when you were burned, radioactive and feral? The difference is night and day!" DJ exclaimed.
"Sure, but people will recognize me, dawg." Zeke replied.
"Look, man, if it makes you feel better stay here all day until classes tomorrow, but I'm showing you tonight that you should consider me as someone to trust, cause I'ma cook you some Mama food!" DJ smirked, pulling out a container of Mama Spice. Ezekiel's stomach rumbled and so he just shrugged and began unpacking.
Geoff was out by a shady looking, run down apartment with boarded up windows in a neighborhood far from the University, at least an hour long drive. He knew now that Duncan wouldn't be reliable with the fun party stuff, so he needed some of his own. One message to a guy named Beardo was all it took for him to get a lead on where to find some. The teen his age told him to go to the decrepit street Geoff was currently at, because he'd be there. However, Geoff hadn't seen him until he heard a knock on his convertible door.
He looked to his right and saw the hairy, spaced out dude with way too much free time and smirked. "Hey, dude! Took ya long enough. You got the stuff for this epic party?" Geoff asked, taking out some cash. Beardo nodded with a smile, showing him a trail mix of drugs, from weed to shrooms to edibles. "Sweet! How much do I owe ya?"
"I don't need money." He suddenly spoke, giving Geoff a bit of a startle. He laughed awkwardly in response.
"Then uh, what do ya want, broski?" The party dude asked. Beardo took out a bag of cd cases, all copies of his one album.
"Let me be the DJ of your party and promote me on Twitter. That's all, bruh." The dark skinned teen requested, handing Geoff the bag. The blonde happily accepted.
"You need a ride?" Geoff asked, patting the seat. Beardo nodded, stepping into the vehicle.
Sadie and Katie had been in the office signing up for every class and club together. When they had finished, they began their way to the dorm room to have the dinner they had ordered. "Oh my god, that was so much easier than I thought it'd be!" Katie gushed, smelling the box of pizza in her arms.
"I know, right? I expected, like, a mountain of paperwork! I can't wait to spend all four years here with you studying cosmetology!" Sadie responded, the two squealing as they made it back to their dorms, and into the crappy elevator, where coincidentally Justin was.
"Oh my gosh, Justin?" Katie called, making the model grimace in regret.
"Oh god, uh- hey girls." Justin greeted, face palming. The two girls looked between his muscles and themselves. Sadie leaned in and whispered to her bestie.
"He's not as hot as I remember.." She muttered, however he was still able to hear her. He felt disgusted.
"I know, right? Trent and Alejandro are so much hotter, like a million times!" she whispered back, covering the side of her mouth.
"I can hear you, you know." Justin stated clearly, the two girls going wide eyed and escaping the elevator as it opened it's doors again. The previously unbeatable hunk was now alone with his thoughts. They're stupid, like Izzy or Lindsay, he thought, they just don't recognize true beauty.
However, as the doors opened, he soon got on his phone and posted a picture of himself, asking if he was still attractive.
It's nine PM, Gwen takes herself, Cameron, Zoey and Mike out for a day of mischief. They were all in Mike's car, driving down the parking lot of the school and following Chris as he made his way to his car. "Are we sure about this? This could spell legal trouble." Cameron spoke up, raising a finger. Gwen turned to face him and smirked.
"Relax, it's Chris! He literally tortured us for fun, I think he can handle a little night time annoyance." The goth replied, reassuring him.
"So, what exactly is our plan?" Mike asked, stopping just a couple meters from Chris as he and Chef walked into their car.
"We're gonna egg his house." Gwen answered as Zoey pulled out the cartons from a plastic bag. Mike gave an awkward laugh.
"I think I'm with Cam, guys, this could be dangerous." The pencil neck told his friends. Zoey smiled at his sweetness.
"C'mon, Mike, he humiliated us on international TV, let's get some payback." She put her delicate hand over his and he soon came around to the idea, starting to drive as the cook and host began driving back to their place.
"You know, I've actually been thinking of forming an art club. Anyone interested?" Gwen proposed, kicking her feet up behind Mike's seat.
"Sorry, no can do. I'm joining the physics club, I have classes basically all day after today and I have to study anyways." Cam answered, flipping through a textbook he coaxed a professor into giving him.
"Nah, no offense but art isn't really for me. I'm actually gonna study psychology." Mike said with optimism.
"Ooh, interesting. Zoey, you down?" Gwen asked the redhead. She gave her a warm smile and nodded.
"Totally! I've always loved the arts, whether it be sketching, plays or even fan-fiction. I'll be there. Gah, this is so much better than my hometown. All we had back there were sports clubs or super technical stuff like robotics." Zoey gushed, the four smiling as they found themselves turning up the radio while following the evil host.
"I guess Chris did one thing right, huh?" Gwen teased, causing the others to laugh at how much of a joke that really was.
Upon arriving at Chris's place, the group assaults him with eggs, tossing them at not only the host, but also Chef and their new place. The two were covered in yolks from head to toe. "Chris! My Yeezies are ruined!" The discount lunch lady screeched, grabbing the host by his hair.
"Well I'm sorry, Chef, but that really isn't my problem! Besides, they're fake anyways, dude, I'll buy you new ones." Chris explained, dashing into the house.
"You bought me fake Yeezies? I'll kill you!" The door slammed shut as the teens giggled and drove away, all with a rush in their hearts, except for Gwen who had done this sort of thing hundreds of times before.
"That was horrifying and exciting at the same time.." Cameron whispered out loud, adjusting his glasses as he buckled up, along with Zoey and Mike. Gwen giggled at his virgin attitude.
"Puts a fire in ya, huh? We should try it again sometime." Gwen suggested. However the excitement was cut short when Mike had to pull over to throw up due to his even bigger virgin attitude.
"N-next time, get Zoey to drive, okay?" Mike muttered as he recovered in the passenger seat.
"Not your kinda fun, sweetie? It's okay, you don't have to do it again." Zoey replied, rubbing his back as she drove them home.
Harold and Cody were in their dorm room playing DnD with Sierra, Leonard, Tammy and Max. They weren't actually allowed to have girls with them in the boys dorm, but Tammy managed to disguise herself and Sierra has a knack for sneaking around. "Now Magic Harold the sixteenth reaps the rewards of Codeth the Great's battle with the great monster So Si Ate. How do you respond?" Harold told his group, dressed in a wizards gown.
"Codeth allows this on the behalf that Harold will share his meat and-" Sierra pushed Cody down and slammed her palms on the table.
"Wrong! Sierra the Amazon challenges you to a duel to the death for Codeth's love and honor!" The obsessive girl challenged.
"Sierra.. Really?" Cody muttered as he got back up.
"Well, that is allowed. Do you accept, Harold?" Tammy asks just as the Evangelion theme began playing from Harold's pocket. Harold checked his pocket and picked up the phone since it was Justin.
"I have to take this, however I do accept. I'll be right back." Harold said, stepping away and putting the phone to his ear. "What's up Justin?"
"Am I ugly?" Justin asked simply, worry reeking in his voice. Suddenly Trent took the phone.
"Don't hang up, this is important. Is Cody there?" The black haired teen asked the nerd who called Cody over.
"What's up?" Cody asked, leaving the three other geeks to themselves.
"Geoff is having the party this weekend after Friday's classes as opposed to next weekend.. We have less time and we need to start writing songs." Trent informed them.
"Why not recycle our old stuff? People love nostalgia." Harold suggested.
"Because we need to prove we can still write good songs. Remember when those Judas Brothers guys got back together? They didn't do their old songs, they started writing immediatly for new stuff. People need to see we're not just cashing in." Trent explained.
"Isn't the whole point to get paid?" Cody asked.
"Yes, but we won't if people shrug off our music as new tween trash. Do whatever you gotta do tomorrow, but after class we are going to work on this new song." Justin interjected.
"Alright, thanks for telling us. See ya." Harold said as the call ended. Cody smugly looked over at his buddy. "What?" The nerd asked his friend.
"That means our bet is also decreased in time. You have until Saturday to get LeShawna to legitimately get together, or else that candy and ice cream is mine!" Cody laughed, strutting back to the table.
"Whatever, gosh! I'll show you, Cody.." Harold whispered, getting back to the game.
Alejandro and Heather ended up having a pricey dinner date to celebrate their first day in college. "Can you believe it? I'm roomed up with that nutcase instead of someone quiet or at least docile." She crossed her arms after eating a piece of steak.
"You deserve so much better. I also got paired with a buffoon, but at least we're both often out of the room." He flirted, giving her a piece of lobster from his plate.
"Who, Tyler? I saw that loser gawking Lindsiot earlier." Heather rolled her eyes, sipping some expensive wine.
"You hear about their break-up? Honestly, I feel sorry for that poor, dumb bastard." Alejandro commented, taking his final bite before a waitress gave them the bill. "Ninety-seven dollars?"
"And eighty-five cents. What? You have the money right?" Heather finished, giving him a nasty look. Al hesitated before pulling out his wallet and finding just over a hundred dollars in it.
"No, no, it's.. It's fine, mi amor. Let's head back." He placed the cash in the envelope containing the bill and linked arms with Heather, walking her out of the restaurant.
"Good boy. Tomorrow, I'm thinking frozen yogurt." Heather said with a completely serious tone, causing the Spaniard to dishonestly nod at her plan, despite knowing he'd have to give even more money for food they could easily get anywhere else.
Bridgette finally finished packing soon after Courtney finished speaking of her past. "And so after the therapy, I've been feeling better. Not as much hate, but when it does get out, I make sure to go to the gym and.. Well, excert myself on a punching bag." The ex CIT explained. Suddenly her phone buzzed.
"Well, I'm happy you moved past your drama. Better than clinging to it like Duncan or Heather." Bridgette joked, turning off her phone.
"Well, I gotta sleep. Sorry to cut it short but we have introductions tomorrow that I don't want to miss." Courtney spoke, slipping on her face mask after turning the light off.
"Oh, so that wasn't just some text.. You know, you should come to Geoff's party, it might be a good opportunity for you to make some friends." The blonde told her friend, throwing over a blanket.
"What are you saying?" Courtney said with a bit of anger.
"Nothing! Just that it doesn't hurt to be social. Goodnight, Court." She replied, raising her hands in defense. Courtney shrugged and wished the surfer the same.
LeShawna was scrolling through her phone while getting into her PJ's when Gwen stepped into the room, a playful grin on her face. LeShawna read this expression like a book. "Looks like someone had a fun first night."
"Well, of course! Mike, Cam and Zoey made it way funner. Oh, and on a side note, I'm founding the art club starting tomorrow. Are you interested?" The goth girl asked, falling on the bed with no cares.
"I'll have to think about it. I ain't even sure what I want to major in." LeShawna admitted, turning to face Gwen's bed.
"Yikes. Wish you luck on that front." She told her friend, removing her shirt, boots and skirt before replacing them with a black tank and sweatpants.
"Yeah.. It's just that I'm not sure what I'm really into, y'know? I like cooking, I like sewing, I even like fitness stuff! Girl, if there ain't something worse than confusion you let me know. How about you? What are you struggling with?" Gwen thought about that for a second and shrugged.
"Nothing, really. I guess I'm kinda worried I'll have an awkward interaction with one of the guys like Trent or, ugh, Duncan." She did a fake gag, rolling her eyes at the name. LeShawna laughed and closed her eyes, attempting to fall asleep.
"I get that. Goodnight, girl." The loud woman muttered, slipping into her warm blankets.
"Night, LeShawna." And with that, the two dozed off.
Duncan had been creeping around the campus, looking for any entertainment, from people to piss off or some tail, either way he was out of luck. "Man, no one is out? Pfft, what a bunch of nerds." The teen told himself, grabbing a cigarette from his pack and leaning on the side of a wall before lighting it.
"Can't believe Geoff of all people wanted weed. I mean, it's believable but not exactly something I want to get in trouble for. If he just wanted weed, hey it's legal but-" Suddenly, two pale figures approached the punk and stared him down, causing him to freeze and hold in his puff, choking on the excess smoke.
"Cool. You talk to yourself too. My name's Ennui, this is Crimson." The male told him, taking out a pack of cigars.
"Wanna, like, light up with us?" His girlfriend who looked just as creepy asked Duncan. This was perfect.
Eva and Izzy seemed to be some of the only females still awake, both were working hard but for different things. Eva had been lifting dumbells for half an hour while jacked up on the coffee from downstairs, while Izzy was busy working on her super special project. The two were friends and had a bit to talk about, but eventually Eva found herself short of words when Izzy mentioned her fascination with bombs.
"Just don't kill me. I don't plan on dying before I've played and mastered every sport. Especially hockey." The bully girl roughly said, dropping the weights and grabbing a towel.
"Ooh, fun! Don't worry, I don't plan on killing anyone! I just wanna see the kaboom!" She let out a maniacal laugh while Eva rolled her eyes and left the room for the showers.
It was early morning and Lindsay awoke to Beth's alarm, only to see Beth herself writing on a piece of paper over her desk. The blonde slowly got up and stretched. "Beth, what are you doing up so early? It's like five AM." Lindsay muttered, rubbing her eyes.
"Sorry, Linds, I just gotta finish, um.. Studying." She covered, in reality she was writing something much more important to her: A novel. Or at least a draft of one.
"Oh, yeah, agrocultour. Well, thanks for waking me up, classes start in like an hour." She pointed out, giving a quick hug to her bestie before leaving the room to shower. Beth was happy Lindsay was not only her friend, but also not the best reader. She closed her journal, slipped on her backpack and left the dorm, ready for the school day to start.
Tyler made it to his first class just barely, tripping several times and getting laughed at in the process. The classes themselves were just intro's and weren't very tough. In fact, for most of it he was on his phone checking if anyone had recorded his humiliation. Of course they did.
It wasn't until history was over that Tyler walked up to his teacher and asked him the question, the one thing he cared about. "Excuse me, Mr. Adams, are there any soccer tryouts? That's the main reason I'm here." He explained.
"Hm? Oh, sure kid. Check in at one around the football field, they'll be meeting there." Tyler thanked his teacher before heading out.
Hours later, Tyler as well as some other guys such as Lightning, Shawn and a few other non Total Drama contestants were standing before their coach, a muscular but older looking guy. "I want you boys to know that soccer is a glorious sport! It gets the blood pumping and the calves loaded! Now, show me what you've got!" The team of around barely eleven players cheered before heading onto the football field, but with goals. The school wasn't the richest in the world after all.
In the end, Tyler sucked. He attempted several kicks that landed the ball either out of the court or into someone's face. Lightning particularly hated him and constantly berated him throughout. "Man, coach, get this over with and shove this sha-loser off the team!" The jock ordered, causing Tylers shoulders to droop.
"I'm good, too.." He mumbled, tears threatening to drop at any second. The coach sighed and called Tyler over.
"Alright, everyone take five! Listen, kid," He told Tyler, taking his chin in his hand. "Not many people actually like soccer on campus, as you can see we barely have eleven people. So, I'll compromise. I'll let you in if you play goalie and only goalie. You get me?" Tyler nodded, lifting his head up.
"I won't let you down, sir!" The jock saluted, shaking his hand before returning to practice. He was in and he didn't care how.
Duncan awoke way later, finding himself naked between the two goths from last night. He screamed, awaking the two from their dark slumber. "Where the hell am I?! Why am I naked?" He screeched, the two smirking devilishly, however their tone of voice remained the same.
"We had a three way, remember? We got high and-" Duncan interrupted Ennui by groaning and rubbing his temples.
"High how? Like weed or.."
"Ecstasy." Crimson answered, pulling her black bra back on as Duncan got himself dressed. The delinquent cursed to himself for a minute straight.
"It's two o' clock? Oh my god, I missed class!" He face-palmed, opening the door to the outside of the hotel.
"Why do you care? It's just a waste of time." Ennui replied.
"Because I promised my- I mean, none of your business, Ennui! I gotta go." With that, he slammed the door and called an Uber. That's when he felt his jaw twinge in pain. First day, he thought to himself, first day and already screwing up.
Cody, Trent, Justin and Harold sat in a circle in Trent's dorm, all with their instruments out and a lingering silence. "So.. Harold, any updates on our instrumentals?" Cody asked his buddy, checking his phone as he waited for a response.
"You can't rush perfection, Cody. I'm working on the second verse." The geek responded tempered, tapping a pen to his chest as he read the music.
"Yes, Harold, we can, in fact we have to because we only have five days until the party. Five days for Trent to write lyrics, five days for us to remember them, five days for us to remember the instrumentals and five days for me to work on my make-up. I'm thinking darker, you guys like me darker?" Justin rambled, checking the comments of his previous post several times over.
"Shut up, Justin. I can't think!.. Alright, guys I think we might be able to try these vocals but you gotta stick with me, alright?" Everyone nodded, dropping their pens and listening to the lyrics Trent had written..
Trent had impressed everyone, and all they needed now was a few more tweaks here and there and step one would be done.
Owen was over at Noah's workplace, stuffing his face with Doritos and soft drinks while listening to his buddy vent. "It's just that I really miss her." Noah sighed, cleaning the tables near four o' clock.
"C'mon, buddy! We gotta get you over this. You know how many girls I've been with?" Owen asked his buddy.
"Like one crazy bird and that's it?" His friend responded, leaving Owen with a blank stare.
"We need to get your mind off of this. We should play a board game." The large boy exclaimed, finishing up his food as Noah checked out. The two exited the sandwhich shop and jumped into Noah's car.
"I'm good. We're going back to the dorm, I gotta study." He sternly told Owen, driving back to the dorm as Owen sighed and stared out the window.
((And that's it for part two! Hope you enjoyed it. Tell me what you thought and yeah, see ya next time!))