Once all five of the teens got to the food court, of course, they couldn't decide where to eat.

"Let's go Japanese!" Mark suggested.

"Ooh, yeah," Cyrus smiled. "Sushi…"

"Yuck. I'm thinking Burger King," Luke said.

"I know not about all uff yew, but I am in ze mood for some pizza!" Tom drawled.

"Pizza's Italian, not French, Einstein," Luke informed Tom with a signature roll of his eyes.

"Yeah, but French is the only accent I can do really well."

"Well, pizza sounds fine with me," Josie put in.

"Okay, well, then I guess Josie and Tom can go get their French pizza," Cyrus laughed. "Luke can get his Burger King, and Mark and I will go and claim our sushi."

"Mmm…teriyaki sauce." A foamy line of drool descended from Mark's pierced lip.

"Euw! Mark, that's gross!" Josie exclaimed. But she was laughing.

"Come now, mademoiselle," Tom said, hooking his arm around Josie's. "I shall take you a-way from zees nonsense and to some pizza zat is tres magnifique." Tom kissed and flared his fingers before heading off to the pizza stand.

"Kay, well I'm gonna go get myself a few Whoppers." Luke patted his stomach and walked off toward the Burger King section.

Cyrus and Mark looked at each other and smiled. "Sushi time!"

***
Cyrus, Josie, Luke, Mark, and Tom met back after a few minutes at a table Josie and Tom had staked out, being the first back.

Luke set down his tray and unwrapped his first of three Whoppers.

"Eating light today, Luke?" Tom teased.

Luke's response was muffled by the first huge bite of hamburger he had stuffed into his mouth.

"Mmm!" Cyrus exclaimed after eating some sushi, his eyes closed in pleasure. "Teriyaki heaven!"

"A fine choice, my brother, a fine choice," Mark commended his friend.

"Vell, I still say ze pizza ees ze gourmet food of choice," Tom said with a superior air, his chin in the air and his cheek streaked with tomato sauce.

"Hey…" Josie suddenly said, squinting her eyes at someone standing in line for a smoothie. "Doesn't that guy over there in the line at Surfin' Sam's look familiar?"

The others turned their heads.

"Yeah…" Cyrus said. "He looks like…"

Everybody looked at each other. "Mr. Gavren!"

The man turned and looked at the table of seniors. Then the white-haired, hunter green cardigan-wearing man began to walk towards them.

"Oh, shit," Luke hissed. "He's coming over here. Why is he coming over here?"

"Well, we did just exclaim his name in unison," Josie pointed out. "That would capture my attention."

"What are we going to do?" Cyrus asked frantically. "Should we run?"

"I vote we duck our heads down into our shirts and hope he doesn't see who we are," Tom proposed.

"I think he saw us already," Josie said. "And, anyway, I'm wearing a tank top."

Before anyone else could say anything, the social studies teacher was standing at their table.

"Hello there," he said.

"We're sorry, Mr. Gavren. We didn't mean to cause much trouble--" Cyrus started.

Tom cut in. "But the teacher left the room in detention, and--"

"Detention?" Mr. Gavren asked. "You were supposed to be in detention?"

Everyone grew silent. No one moved for a moment.

Then Tom pounded his head onto the table.

"No…" Luke said after a while. "They were just joking. DeLonge, Bolooki, you losers." He uttered a laugh.

"It's no use," Josie said to Luke.

"What are you kids talking about?" Mr. Gavren was visibly confused. "Now here I was standing in line for a drink and I hear you kids call my name, so I come over to say hello. But what's this about detention?..." Realization slowly dawned on him. "You kids snuck out of detention, didn't you?"

Mark sighed. "I guess there's no use denying it."

Cyrus mouthed a "sorry" to his friends.

"Well, I'm sorry to say, but I'm sure you've already figured out that you're not going to get away with this," Mr. Gaven said sympathetically. A faraway look came into his eyes. "I remember doing stuff like this when I was a kid all the time."

"Really?" Cyrus asked.

"Yep..." Mr. Gavren took a seat at their table. "I'd get in trouble for drawing impolite pictures of the teachers--" Mark blushed, remembering the crude portrait of his physics teacher (nose dripping, farting, and all) that had scored him his detention. "--and when I got detentions, my friends and I would do things like put tacks on the teacher's chair, and while she was running to the powder room, we'd split." He rubbed his hands together and laughed. "Now don't get any ideas, though."

Josie laughed. "We won't."

"Of course, eventually, all the detentions got to our heads...we were so full of the idea of being these big macho bad guys who were so funny that we started to neglect our schoolwork among other things. We didn't take anything seriously..." Luke performed his famous eyeroll. "I see Mr. Charmell fits into this category quite well." The other laughed while Luke just blushed. Mr. Gavren patted him on the back. "Anyway, well, I ended up having to repeat senior year."

"That sucks!" Mark blurted.

Mr. Gavren laughed, his white mustache jumping. "Yeah, well...I learned my lesson. That year I threw myself into my studies. And I graduated with honors." He looked around the table at the staring teenagers. "And...that's my story for today."

There was a short silence.

Josie smiled. "Well...that's really cool, Mr. Gavren."

"It was just supposed to be some end of the year fun..." Luke explained toughly.

"Sometimes that's just enough," Mr. Gavren replied.

"Well, it's kinda too late now," Luke replied.

"But we've learned our lesson," Cyrus put in quickly. Tom nodded.

"You're not going to, um, tell anyone are you, Mr. Gavren?" Mark flashed his third-period teacher his pearly whites and batted his eyelashes.

Mr. Gavren smiled. "No, I'm not. But you don't think that whoever was presiding over detention won't know that you cut? Certainly if he or she came back to the room after a brief break and found it empty, he would figure it out... Unless he really wasn't bright... who was this?"

"Mrs...what was it, Holmes?" Tom looked at his friends.

"Wattson, that was it," Josie confirmed.

"Holmes," Luke scoffed as he...well, you know.

"Well, I see where the association rooted from," Mr. Gavren grinned. "Anyway, Ms. Wattson is a tough one."

"Don't we know it," Luke said. The others nodded.

"What I would advise you all to do is to go back to school and somehow apologize to Ms. Wattson." Groans ensued. "I know, I know. But I think it's the best way to minimize your punishment. If at all."

"So you're saying it's, like, the least we can do?" Cyrus inquired.

Mr. Gavren answered, "Exactly."