Violet tried not to stare at him, but it was too hard. Huey Duck looked extremely cute while dissecting a frog.

They were in their advanced Biology class, and their professor, Dr. Quackmore was testing them on their dissection skills. Each student had to wear safety goggles, with the cliché white lab coat, and a pair of yellow rubber gloves. Violet couldn't stop thinking about how cute her crush looked in the outfit. The tip of his tongue stuck out and his eyebrows were furrowed as he studied the frog intently. She was so distracted, she barely heard Webby ask for the scalpel.

"Violet!" Webby said for the umpteenth time.

She snapped back into reality.

"Huh?" she asked dumbly.

"I need the scalpel!" Webby repeated, feigning annoyance.

Webby Vanderquack had been her best friend ever since they were 10. Her other best friend, Lena DeSpell, was in detention for spray painting their Principals car. She was a bit of a troublemaker.

Violet sheepishly handed Webby the scalpel. "Sorry, Webbs. I was just thinking about stuff. I zoned out." she apologized, handing her the scalpel.

Webby followed her gaze, smirking when it landed on Huey.

"I can't believe you've known him for 8 years, and still refuse to tell him that you like him!" Webby chuckled, slicing open the frog. Violet gagged at the smell.

Huey Duck was one of the famous triplet nephews of Scrooge McDuck, the richest duck in the world, alongside his brothers Dewey Duck and Louie Duck. They all lived in McDuck Manor. Webby, who was the granddaughter of the housekeeper, Bentina Beakley, also lived in the mansion with the triplets. Violet visited almost every day, but as they grew older, she found it harder to talk to the boys, especially Huey. They had all become quite handsome over the course of 8 years, but she was attracted to Huey.

On the other side of the classroom, Huey was having similar problems of his own.

"Hey, Dew. Hand me the scalpel, would you?" Huey said.

Dewey, who was furiously scribbling down diagrams, aimlessly gave Huey the tweezers instead of the scalpel. Huey smacked the back of his brothers head and Dewey snapped out of it.

"Oh! Sorry." Dewey muttered.

Huey rolled his eyes and smiled as Dewey handed him the scalpel.

"What are you working on?" Huey asked, leaning over to see his brothers various diagrams.

"A catapult for Woodworking. Mr. Duckman wants us to build one, and I just got an idea for mine." Dewey explained.

"Dewey, I'm proud of you and all, but this dissection lab is pretty important too." Huey said gently. Huey was the oldest of the three brothers. He had to be rational for the sake of his two younger brothers.

Dewey sighed. "Okay, okay. I'll work on it next period."

"Good. Hey, where's Louie?" Huey asked, just realizing his other brother was missing in action.

Dewey snorted. "Probably making out with someone in the janitors closet again. He'll be fine." he said, putting his diagrams away.

"Well, his grade won't be." Huey frowned.

Dewey shrugged it off.

Unlike Huey and Dewey, Louie was much more low key when it came to school. Huey, being the most academically gifted between the three of them, took all advanced classes. He had a spare last period because he took summer school. Huey had the second highest average in the school, with his only rival being Violet, who had the highest. 3 of 4 of Dewey's classes were advanced, and Louie chose to take only one advanced class. Louie was smart, but he was unmotivated, and preferred not to try in school. However, Louie joined most of the sports teams, and put most of his efforts there. He and Dewey were the star quarterbacks of the Duckburg High Devils, their football team.

Louie was also a bit of a player. He always managed to woo someone new every week. Huey had been shocked when he learned that Louie lost his virginity at the age of 16. Being the youngest of the triplets, Louie was the most irrational and and impulsive.

Even though Dewey was the middle child, he was more impulsive than Louie. He always had good intentions, but his impulsivity and hyperactivity usually limited the amount of "good" in his "good deeds". He was also dating Webby. Their relationship started in freshman year.

"Ah! THE FROG BLINKED!" a shrill scream came from the back of the classroom, snapping Huey of out his thoughts.

"AHHHH!" a higher pitched scream followed.

Webby laughed. "Haha, just kidding! You should've seen your face, Vi!"

"Webby!" Violet growled.

"Ms. Vanderquack, Ms. Saberwing, I'd appreciate it if you didn't joke around while dissecting a frog." Dr. Quackmore said, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.

Webby smirked. "But you love it when I joke around!"

"Get back to work, Webby." Dr. Quackmore said, trying to hide his smile.

Huey chuckled, and Violet made direct eye contact with him. He gave her a friendly wave, and she smiled and waved back. Huey was deemed the "responsible one" or the "mom friend" by his brothers and friends. But who could blame him? Considering he was constantly surrounded by impulsive people, he figured at least one of them had to be responsible.

He shyly glanced at Violet, who was taking notes. God, she was pretty. He had been crushing on her ever since middle school. She had a rich dark skin tone Huey had always been attracted to. She had black curls that cascaded down her shoulders, and her dark intimidating eyes were more mysterious than a black hole. She was a head shorter than Huey—

"Earth to Huey! Our frog is leaking!" Dewey snapped.

He had been so distracted, he barely noticed that he had stabbed the frog and left the scalpel in there, it's juices pouring out the sides of the poor thing.

"Oh jeez! Get me a paper towel!" Huey hollered.

ooo

"Kiss me." she instructed.

Louie smirked and kissed the girl in front of him. Who exactly he was kissing, he didn't even know. Louie hadn't kissed anyone in over 3 days, and his lips were getting restless. So he went up to a random Junior and worked his charm. Now they were in the Janitors Closet, smooching up a storm. He felt her tug at his hoodie, and Louie shrugged it off, now only a in a black tank top.

"Wow. I didn't realize how muscular you were." she marveled, now sliding off the tank top.

"It's not fair if I'm the only one topless." he grinned.

"Fine." she said with mock annoyance.

She slid her crop top off, now only in a sports bra.

Step, step, step, step…

Louie froze when he heard familIar footsteps outside. The doorknob jjiggled. The feeling was all too familiar.

"I knew I would find you here, Llewellyn." she said.

He groaned at his full name.

"P-Principal Featherbeak!" the Junior stuttered

"Come." she said sternly to Louie.

Louie rolled his eyes.

"And you," the principal pointed at the Junior. "Get to class!" she barked.

The girl yelped, grabbed her shirt, and practically flew out of there.

Louie rolled his eyes. "What do you want?"

Principal Featherbeak narrowed her eyes.

"For starters, I want you to show me some respect. Now, get your shirt on. It's detention for you." she growled.

"Yeah. I'll show you some respect when pigs fly!" Louie snorted as he put his tank top on.

"Watch your mouth, Louie!" she snapped.

"Whatever." he groaned.

"I may not seem like a real threat, but don't forget I control who is on the sports teams. I control whether you stay in this school or not, and I control your academic records!" she said coldly.

"Yeah. You're also the one who's taken my uncles bribery money before, so why don't you do me a favour and keep your damn mouth shut?" Louie snarled, putting his hoodie back on.

"Detention. Now." she growled.

Louie rolled his eyes and followed her to the detention classroom.

"Louie?" a familiar voice asked.

"Lena?"

He grinned when he saw his punk friend.

Lena's personality and style didn't change much. She was still the troublemaking, charismatic, cocky, yet lovable teen she'd always been. Her usual attire included a white tank top under her famous worn black leather jacket. She usually paired the outfit up with black leather pants with lots of zippers, and black combat boots. Her white hair was in an undercut dyed pink at the tips, something Louie had always been attracted to. Louie was just as rebellious as she was, but he didn't dress the part like Lena did. Instead, he stuck to his hoodie and wore it with black track pants with white sneakers. Sometimes, he would wear his custom made green and white Duckburg High Devils letterman jacket.

"What are you in for?" he smiled, sitting next to her.

"I spray painted her car." Lena replied, sticking her thumb at Principal Featherbeak.

He snickered.

"How about you?" she asked.

"She caught me making out with some Junior in the janitors closet."

Lena laughed. "Cockblocker!"

"I hope you two have pencils, because you're going to write a 1000 word essay on the importance of authority!"

"Yes sir!" Lena saluted.

Louie chuckled as Principal Featherbeak huffed and slammed the door.

ooo

Back in Biology, the class was just finishing up their Dissection Labs and awaited their scores.

"I just got a text from Lena. She and Louie are in detention." Webby said.

Huey, Dewey, and Violet groaned. It was finally the end of their Biology class, and the four of them passed the dissection lab with perfect scores.

"Ugh." Huey groaned.

"For what?" Dewey asked.

"He was kissing someone in the Janitor's closet." Webby said.

Huey rubbed his temples, obviously distressed.

"I have to go in and talk to Featherbeak… again." Huey moaned.

Violet very shyly put a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, it'll be okay. She likes you."

Huey smiled at her, making her blush. "Thanks, Vi. I hope she likes me enough to get Louie on her good side."

"Ooh, I don't think she likes you that much." Dewey smiled.

The four friends laughed, and the bell rang, signaling their last class. Huey had a free period, and was going to use the time to talk to Featherbeak.

"Hey, Huey! Wait up!"

Violet caught up with him.

"I'll go with you. I have a free period too."

He smiled. "That'll be great. Thank you."

"No problem." she squeaked out. It had taken a lot of courage to ask him.

Dewey and Webby watched from afar.

"There's something between them." she said.

"Well, duh. Huey's been crushing on her since middle school." Dewey smiled.

She smiled. "Just like how you were crushing on me in Freshman year?"

He blushed. "W-Webbs!"

She kissed him. "C'mon, brainiac. Let's go to Woodworking."

They held hands as they walked away.

ooo

"Good afternoon, Ms. Antony." Huey said in a singsong voice to their secretary.

"Good afternoon, Hubert. How can I help you?"

"We just wanted to know if Principal Featherbeak was in."

"Oh yes. She's in there right now. Do you two need to talk to her?"

"Yes, ma'am." Violet answered.

Huey mentally thanked Violet for adding the "ma'am".

"Okay. Go ahead."

They thanked Ms. Antony and walked into Principal Featherbeak's office.

"Good afternoon, ma'am." Violet started.

Principal Featherbeak smiled at the two.

"Good afternoon Violet. Huey."

She nodded at him.

"Can we get right down to business?" he asked.

She straightened up. "Very well."

"Principal Featherbeak, you know Louie is a good student—"

"Save it!" she snapped, "he blatantly disrespects me, skips class, and his grades are horrible!"

Huey found a window. "Actually, ma'am, his grades are doing just fine."

"Lies! Huey, don't ruin your good image!"

"I will not stand by while someone thinks of my little brother like that!" Huey snarled.

Tension was thick in the air.

"Check?" Violet asked timidly.

Two pairs of eyes glared at her, and she straightened up.

"Check Louie's grades." she repeated, this time braver.

Featherbeak was 'more than happy too', and opened up bed computer. Huey smirked at her dumbfounded face.

English: 96

Math: 89

Advanced Biology: 88

Autoshop: 98

Featherbeak glared daggers at them.

"Ma'am, I don't want to tarnish my good image, because you're an amazing Principal." Huey said.

Featherbeak smiled.

"But, please know as cocky and rebellious as he is, Louie is a good person. He just…"

"I get it." Featherbeak sighed.

"Yeah…"

"However, he does have to serve his detention and write a 1000 word essay."

"I agree. That's a good enough punishment." Huey said.

"Thank you, ma'am." Violet said as they walked away.

Violet and Huey left, and walked to the detention classroom, where they found Lena and Louie lazily scribbling down words on paper. Louie looked up, and smiled.

"Hey, Huey!"

His smile disappeared upon seeing Huey's furious face.

"You idiot!" Huey snapped.

"Hey now—"

"Louie! We had an assignment in Biology today, and you skipped it to make out with some random Junior?! On top of that, you back talked Principal Featherbeak?!"

"Calm down!" Louie said.

"No!" Huey snarled, really starting to lose his temper.

"Huey, please?" Violet asked.

He took a deep breath.

Louie rolled his eyes, and took out a sheet of paper from his backpack. He waved it in front of Huey's face and Huey snatched it from his hands.

Louie Duck—Dissection Exam: 100%

Huey softened.

"When did you do your exam?" he questioned.

"Yesterday during lunch hour. I asked Dr. Quackmore if I was allowed to, and he said yes."

Huey took a deep breath.

"Could've told me, idiot." he smirked.

"Yeah, but I didn't want to."

The brothers laughed it off, but Huey hardened.

"That doesn't make it okay to skip class."

"Hey—"

"You could've missed some important things!" Huey argued.

"That's why I have you." Louie smirked.

"Oh shut up." Huey groaned.

"And you." Violet growled, looking at Lena.

"Vi! She gave me a weeks long detention for something I didn't do!" she protested.

"So you retaliated by spray painting Featherbeak's car?" Huey asked, smirking.

"You two are treating us like children!" Louie groaned.

"Yeah. Might as well get you two married now." Lena grumbled.

Lena smirked when she saw Violet starting to blush. Huey was also starting to turn red.

"Yeah, whatever. J-just write your goddamn essay." Violet said.

Huey, Louie, and Lena laughed as Violet nearly ran out of the classroom.