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Okay, here's the deal, y'all. If I don't see more reviews coming in, I'm gonna stop writing the story until I do! Well, okay, it wont really be up to me, but when I get K.C.'s next chapter, and there aren't reviews, I wont continue!

This chapter is not intended for anybody over the age of.well.13 I suppose, fair warning!

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The others turned to look at Scott, who still sat on the floor, leaning against the table. One leg pulled up, his arms are wrapped around it, resting his chin on his knee. Not answering right away, he just watches them for a minute or so.

"I asked you why you were in here, the least you can do is answer me," Lance growled.

"Its not really your business, its my business and mine alone."

Duncan and Lance both shifted uncomfortably at this, neither of them wanting to be brought down by some hopelessly nerdy guy who always found the necessity to wear those stupid read sunglasses.

"Come on, just tell us." Jean smiled gently at him, but it wasn't until he looked over at Wanda, who just stared at him, that he told his answer.

"I got caught cheating on a test." Lance actually laughed at the quiet answer Scott gave.

"They put you in here for cheating??"

"Yeah.well.I was cheating off of the teacher's paper." At Lance's curious look, Scott continued his story, "When he was sitting there just watching me as I took the paper and copied the answers."

"Why do you have to cheat? I thought you were like, super smart." Jean gave him a curious look.

"There's a reason that I'm smart. I mean, when I go home and pretend to study, I'm usually doing other stuff instead, so I have to do something to get the grades," Scott replied.

Wanda's eyes suddenly flashed with a wicked understanding of what he said, even if he didn't mean anything serious by it.

"So what do you do instead, Scotty boy?" Her voice was soft, but at the same time it was thick with superiority. Lance looked over, noticing the shift in her eyes, and a bell went off in his head as well. Scott just looked at her, not understanding.

"What do you mean, what do I do instead?"

"I mean what do you do instead of studying, if you just pretend to study, then you have to be in your room or something so nobody will see." Wanda looked over at Lance, who picked up and continued her sentence.

"What you're really doing."

"I really don't get what you guys are.oh.oh!" Duncan laughed at how fast Scott's face turned as red as the sunglasses he was wearing.

"So you DO do that!" Wanda had an esoteric grin on her face, that only Lance and Duncan shared with her. Jean just shook her head, looking over at Scott.

"You guys, leave him alone.I mean, even if he does do.that.instead of studying, you shouldn't make fun of him."

"Come on, Red, don't be such an uptight bitch. You know it's hilarious."

"Oh, and you don't jack off??" Jean spoke up louder, causing Scott to groan in discomfort. Wanda laughed once, then managed to stop her voice before she laughed again, not usually one to be the laughing type.

Lance grinned, "Of course I do, but it's funny that this brainiac is nothing more than a pathetic nerd that can't even control his hormones."

"That was low." Jean growled quietly.

"So is what he does, if you really think about it." Wanda quickly remarked, causing Jean to blush now, obviously getting pictures of it now.

"You guys are disgusting!"

"Hey! I'm not a guy!" Wanda scowled, but laughed as Lance nudged her.

"Okay Red, we'll get off of this subject, just because you're so -uncomfortable- with it..."

"Thank you!" Scott and Jean both said in unison, causing the other three to break out into laughter again, much to their dismay.

Trying desperately to change the subject, Jean turned to look at Duncan, raising an eyebrow.

"Well why are YOU in here?" Duncan raised both eyebrows, surprised that she would ask him in such a rude manner.

"I mean, we haven't gotten to hear from you yet." A grin broke out on Duncan's face, obviously pleased with why he was put in Saturday detention.

"Well, on Wednesday, we had that substitute teacher in English class." Lance suddenly perked up, because he actually went to his class that day, and got to see the substitute.

~*~Flashback~*~

(Lance's POV) Sitting in the back of the room, as usual, I tried to figure out why I even bothered showing up for class today. Oh, yeah, that's right, the normal boring-as-hell teacher was gone today. Finally, I got a break. The substitute probably wont be much better, but at least I wont have to pay as much attention as usual. Hearing the sound of the door open, I raised my eyes to see who it was, and my stare turned into a glare towards the football player.

(Duncan's POV) Strolling into the classroom, the second thing I noticed was that Alver's guy glaring at me from the back of the room. Man that guy has some serious problems. Sitting down between two of the cheerleaders, I could still feel his eyes boring a hole in my head as I made small talk with the short-skirted, tube-topped females surrounding me. That is, until -she- walked in.

The substitute walked, no, she didn't just walk, she glided into the room. Dressed to kill, the temporary teacher wore a red and black plaid skirt that stopped just short enough that everybody could see her perfectly sculpted, long, tan, smooth (okay, that's enough of that .) legs. She wore a matching red t-shirt that hugged her chest, with a see-through black long-sleeved shirt over it. Wearing black high-heeled shoes, her height reached just over 5 foot 7 inches. Long blonde hair cascaded over her perfect shoulders, ending at her mid-back, curling naturally at the tips. Taking off the sunglasses she wore, the substitute revealed her sparkling ocean blue eyes. Smiling, flashing prodigious, straight and white teeth, she parted her rosy pink lips to introduce herself to everybody.

"Class, my name is Miss Parker." In both Duncan's and Lance's heads, a bell went off about that name. Parker. Simultaneously, they realized where they'd heard the name, and seen her before. 'She's that Victoria's Secret model.'

~*~End Flashback~*~

"Eww, you, and her, after class, locked doors, desktops...eww!" Jean shuddered, too many disturbing images filling her head of Duncan's -after school lesson- with the one called Miss Parker. Lance however, laughed, though he was a bit jealous of the situation.

"Man, what I would give to have been in your situation."

"And you say Scott cant keep control of -his- hormones." Wanda rolled her eyes, the all to familiar smirk back in place.

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