Yet another chapter! I had so much fun writing this one. This is where I finally show why they/I hate preps so much. Longer disclaimer: I do not own anything Mario-ified. I only own Jessie, Ian, Nicole, and Martin/Mogjyn. I make a Zelda reference in here, so I do not anything Zelda-fied either. I also do not own 8-bit Theater, from which I kind of copied a joke, or The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy, from which I also stole a gag. Nor do I own any of Shakespeare's stuff since I kind of quote him, or Spongebob Squarepants, again from which I took a quote. I also quoted The Fairly Oddparents, a review I saw somewhere in and something my friend Susan said, none of which do I own.

Oh, and speaking of Susan, who happened to be on my Envirothon team, it turns out we didn't get seventh place. It was the older team from my high school! All I knew was that Stone got sixth and seventh place, so I assumed it was the other team that got sixth since they've got more experience and stuff, but it was actually my team! \m/ Go me! Anyway, on with the fic!

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Chapter 11: Gawd, Preps are Evil

Mogjyn was back in school the next day, just like he'd said. The day went normally, as though he really had only been sick. Fortunately, his lack of an absentee note was compensated for by Mr. Sao. There was one thing that day that was out of the ordinary though.

Nicole and Mogjyn had been researching for their science project that afternoon during study hall. They walked out of the library and headed toward soccer practice. "Oh, I see he's feeling better now, the poor shy guy." They turned around to see a bunch of preppy kids behind them. There were about ten of them, mostly cheerleaders, but a couple of football players in the mix too.

"Much better, thank you," Mogjyn said icily. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta be going."

"Oh, yes. Go on to practice. Wouldn't want you to be late," said one koopa troopa cheerleader.

"But do us a favor," said a bulky whomp football player. "Don't work too hard. We wouldn't want you to get overheated again."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mogjyn queried.

"Oh, nothing," the boy said. "You just seem to get overheated fairly easily. And what with the running around and stuff, you might just faint again. And we certainly wouldn't want that," the whomp leered at him.

Mogjyn blushed behind his mask, but Nicole stepped up to the plate. "Oh, I wouldn't worry too much about anyone on the soccer teams overworking themselves. It's those football players I'd be worried about."

"What're you trying to say?" said another football player, a yoshi who happened to be the quarterback, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, it's just the fact that the soccer teams are more acclimated to the physical exertion of a hard practice because they always work hard. I mean, how could they not be working that hard, seeing as how they've won all THEIR games," Nicole said matter-of-factly.

"But the football teams aren't as used to hard work and pushing their endurance to its limit. They can't be working too hard or else they'd have actually won a game by now." They looked at her in an enraged shock, but didn't dare lash out against a princess- that, of course, being one of the main reasons they didn't like Mogjyn. Nicole smiled at their dilemma and continued, "So I guess that's why they haven't won yet. They don't work hard enough. But maybe that's why they always look as fresh as daisies- except after a game, of course. Then they're all covered in dirt and grass stains. Hmm... and the quarterback is purple. Why with the purple and the green and brown, he really looks more like a pansy than a daisy!" The preps continued to glare at her. "You're turn," she smiled at Mogjyn.

"Well, quite honestly, I think they might play better if their morale was up more. Isn't that the cheerleaders' job?" he asked, turning on the cheerleaders now. "Though it's kind of hard to keep another team's morale high when they can't even seem to hold one of their own teammates up. They drop just like the football players' morale."

"You got no place to talk," said a mole cheerleader. "I heard you lost your mask before when you were barfing all over the floor and that's why you ran out."

"What? You don't want anyone to see your face?" said the quarterback. Mogjyn glared at him. "Come on, what's the big deal? Take it off for us." He reached forward for the mask, but Mogjyn stepped back and avoided it. "What's the matter? Don't you wanna show us your face?" he reached for it again.

"YOU don't want him to show you his face," Nicole said, knocking the boy's hand away from Mogjyn's head.

"Oh, and why not?" asked the mole girl.

"Let's see," Nicole said looking back at Mogjyn. "Let's say he's happy. If you saw his face when he was happy you'd see him smiling. If he was sad and you saw his face, you'd see he was frowning."

"Yeah, so?" asked the whomp.

"Well, immediately following, you'd go insane," Nicole concluded. "Why do you think they wear the mask to begin with?"

"Because they're shy?" the koopa troopa girl said sarcastically.

"No, it's for the good of the people. The only reason we don't go insane from looking at your faces is because we're used to it, but a shy guy's? No, you just don't wanna go there-."

A goomba cheerleader was seething with steam coming out in little clouds on her head. "I'm going to rip your head off!" she shouted as she charged Nicole.

"I don't think you want to do that," said Jessie as she and Ian stepped in the girl's way. They'd just exited from their own study hall.

"And why don't I?" the girl retorted.

"Because I know you guys don't want to cross the prince or princess or sister of the heroes," Ian said coldly.

"Though I must say it's a little late for that," Jessie said as Nicole and Mogjyn stepped up to join her and Ian.

"You insult our friend, you've gotten on all our bad sides," Ian said.

"Look, man, just back off," the whomp said, standing over Ian. All of the preps came forward to face them.

"Why don't YOU back off?" Jessie challenged.

"Make me," the boy said.

Jessie closed her mouth and raised her eyebrows for a moment. She stepped back a few feet and put both hands behind her back. The preps smiled thinking they had won, but suddenly they were all walking backward away from the group. Looking confused, the preps were unable to move for their selves, and when Jessie let go, they just left.

"You know they've disliked me from the start, just because I became friends with the 'royalty' and they didn't," Mogjyn said. "But this was the first direct confrontation."

"I've got a feeling there will be more," Ian said.

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The next Friday was the day before Halloween. Surprisingly, the administrators allowed students to dress up for it. So that day, our group all showed up "in cognito." Ian wore a business suit and monster hands. He was supposed to be a ruthless, high-priced, defense attorney. "What are the claws for?" Nicole asked.

"For tearing flesh from human bones," he answered nonchalantly. Nicole had worn a simple clown costume and Mogjyn dressed kind of like Indiana Jones (you know, like Shy Guy did in Mario Party 4). Jessie had managed to pull together an outfit that looked almost exactly like her old Kokiri clothes. She even had a dowel rod sword and a notebook shield.

"I feel like I'm back in Hyrule!" she said excitedly. "...Accept for the lack of redeads, stalfos, poes, and moblins..." They were walking through the halls toward their lockers before first period.

"Well, don't look now, but I think you may be wrong about the moblins," Ian said looking down the hall. Some of the preps were walking in the opposite direction as them down the hallway.

"Just keep walking," Nicole urged them. "Get on the inside," she whispered to Mogjyn. He nodded his head and moved to the other side and started talking to Jessie. The preps looked over at them, as they got closer. Just when our group thought they were home free, one of the football players bumped sideways into Nicole, causing her to bump Ian, and him to bump Jessie, and her to bum Mogjyn. The preps snickered silently at their work as our group untangled themselves. Jessie glared at them and suddenly the front most prep tripped and caused a chain reaction itself. They smirked at the preps on the floor, whom other students were laughing at, and continued on their merry way.

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"Draw thine weapon," said Maggie, a preppy koopa troopa. They were in first period with Ms. Pilaf's theater class. The class had been studying stage fighting for several weeks now, so before class started, Ms. Pilaf had asked Maggie to start a stage fight with someone when the period began. Besides Jessie, Maggie was best with the swords because she had taken fencing classes once before. Maggie knew exactly whom she was fighting. She drew her own dowel rod sword and pointed it at Jessie's chest.

"What, ho? A foe!" Jessie said as she stood as well. She positioned herself in the neutral stance and drew her sword. They raised their swords. Maggie had an evil glint in her eye.

"En guarde!" she shouted and had at Jessie. She was fighting furiously, more like a real duel than some play. At several points, Jessie could tell she actually meant to hit her- not that she ever did. All the real experience Jessie'd had with a sword had much more weight than the stupid little classes Maggie had taken. However, Maggie did once step on Jessie's foot, causing her to fall to the floor. And although she managed to fool the rest of the class into thinking it was accident, she made the mistake of letting Jessie know, by the look in her eye, that she'd done it on purpose. "Put up your weapon," Maggie said cockily pointing her sword at Jessie's chest once more. "Thou hast been defeated."

"Nay. Nay, says I," Jessie said from the floor. Her hand crept toward her own sword, which she had dropped when her foot was stepped on. Jessie squinted at Maggie in disdain and leapt off the floor, back flipped away from Maggie and raised her sword once more. "I am for you!" she shouted and started having at Maggie, who was hard put to defend herself. But Jessie was not out to actually hurt Maggie, just teach her a lesson. So finally, she'd had enough and forced her opponent into a corner. She raised her sword as though to strike.

"Aik!" Maggie yelped. She withdrew into her shell and only held her sword quivering out. "I beg, good lady, do not lay harm upon me!"

"Pray, gentlewoman, put up thy sword if you please," Jessie said. Maggie refused to be beaten so easily. Jessie put the end of her sword into the mouth of the shell. "Put up thine weapon."

"I would that you should not harm me, and so I do appease. Marry will I," Maggie said coming at last out from her shell. "Verily hast thou demonstrated thy skill," she said defeated and angry. "I am no match, and so I put up my weapon." She sheathed her dowel rod. Jessie copied the gesture and extended her hand. Maggie shook it tersely and returned to her seat.

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Meanwhile in the video yearbook class, they were recording the announcements for that morning. Nicole was alone because Mogjyn was off making up a test for their algebra class that period. It was also her turn to deliver the news that morning. All she had to do was sit at the news desk and read the cue cards they showed her.

"Today after school, the Future Educators of Mushroom Kingdom will meet in Ms. Jenson's room from 2:30 to 3:30... Attention all class officers; there is a mandatory meeting tomorrow from 2:30 to 4:00. No excuses, don't be late... There is a pirate and a parrot somewhere arguing over me, and the parrot is winning?" She shook her head and read the next card. "Er, a message to the SADD club, darkness does dance through a valley of mimes. All pantomimes, piffle, paddlum... what the heck is this?"

The cue card chick looked at the cards she was holding and realized that they weren't the news. She looked at Nicole and shrugged her shoulders. Nicole looked around the room and saw a couple football players sitting in the back snickering. She glared at them, looked at the cue card chick, and said, "S'okay. We'll just edit it or something."

A little later Mr. Yidderan sent her on an errand to the office. While there, a teacher with another announcement stopped her. She went back to the class, which was just starting to roll the announcements for the school. "I got another one," she said to Mr. Yidderan.

"Write them up," he said.

"I only have one?" she said confusedly.

"Oh, really?" he said slyly, winking at her. She nodded her head in understanding and wrote up the cue cards. "Marcus, you're up! We got a few last minuters!"

Marcus, a football player, sat in front of the camera at the news desk. They turned on the camera. "A few last minute announcements. The art club meeting today is cancelled due to a faculty meeting... also, congratulations to the cafeteria ladies, who are pleased to announce that Tuesday's applesauce day and they that they can finally use their milk- powered engine- what-? ...uh, melon makes me smile, corn is niii-ice? And finally, oh, my god, there's dirt down my pants! Yo! What is this!" Everyone was laughing and pointing at him, and laughter could be heard from classrooms down the hall. They stopped rolling the camera. "Man, what the heck is this!" he demanded.

"Oh, come on," Mr. Yidderan said, clapping a hand on Marcus' back. "Where's your sense of humor?" He winked at Nicole and all the preps in the class glared at her.

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SQUEAK. During lunch Mogjyn was sitting at a table in the back of his A.P. Biology class making up a test that he'd missed the other day when he was absent. He happened to sit on the side nearest the wall... with a preppy mole girl sitting across from him, not taking a test but serving a detention. After a few minutes the girl put her elbow on the table and sighed as she rested her head in her hand. She pretended to look around bored and leaned on the table.

SQUEAK. She'd leaned into the table too hard and caused it to move into Mogjyn. He glanced up at her and scooted his chair back. The mole girl sighed again and shifted positions, still leaning on the table. SQUEAK. It moved into him again. A few heads flicked in that direction for a moment. Mogjyn took a deep breath and scooted back again, this time whispering, "Could you try to stop that please?"

"What!" she exclaimed loudly. "I can't tell you the answers! That would be cheating!"

"Excuse me?" Mr. Reno said from his place in the front of the classroom. "Explain yourself."

"I didn't say that!" Mogjyn protested. "I asked her to stop moving the table into me!"

"I'll give you the benefit of the doubt this time, but next time don't say anything," Mr. Reno said. He addressed the mole girl, "And, Miss Loham, I would remind you that you are in detention. Do not disrupt my class again." She looked away innocuously and stared at the wall. Mogjyn went back to his test.

About ten minutes later: SQUEAK! This time it pushed Mogjyn all the way against the wall. He took a deep breath, glared at her, and bit his lip, forcing himself not so say anything. She smirked at him across the table and tilted back in her chair, closing her eyes as though napping.

When the period had about ten minutes left, Mogjyn finished his test. "Mr. Reno," he called to the teacher. "I've finished."

"Oh, good," Mr. Reno said striding over to collect the papers. "You may return to your lunch." Mogjyn nodded his head and then, SQUEAK! He pushed the table back so that he could get out. The girl yelped as the table hit her and her chair fell backwards. Most of the current class laughed at her as she embarrassedly stood up again. "That is why we don't lean back in our chairs, Miss Loham," Mr. Reno said dismissively. Mogjyn walked by her and smirked. She glared at him as he left the classroom.

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Since it was Friday, Ian's weight training class had to do some kind of sport/athletic game. For this particular day, they played, of all games, dodge ball. They split into two teams at the beginning of the class and each got onto two sides of the auxiliary gym where they were playing. After a really long time of playing, the only ones left in the game were Ian on his team and three football players on the other team (a/n: this is not the type of dodge ball where if you get out you get to stand behind the other team and just throw the ball at them. When you get out, you sit against the wall and watch the end of the game.)

Ian stood on his tiptoes waiting for one of his opponents to throw the ball. Finally a yoshi boy, in fact, the quarterback stepped up with the ball and tossed it at Ian. Ian ducked the ball and it went zooming over his head, rebounding off the wall behind him and returning to the other team, who immediately threw it at him again. This time Ian fell over to the side, ducking even more. The ball once more went to the football players who instantly threw the ball once more at Ian, who had nowhere left to go.

Halfway to fortunately, the ball hit him in the head. The football players laughed and started to celebrate a victory, but Ms. Hoffman blew her whistle at them. "Head ball! Game's not over yet, boys! Once more and you're out, Loshi," she warned the quarterback who scowled at being called by his real name... which sounded like lotion (for those of you who couldn't tell ).

Ian stood up again and saw that the ball was on his side. He picked it up and looked at each of the other boys who all smirked at him. Ian looked at Loshi directly in the eye and raised the ball. Facing Loshi, he threw the ball... but aimed it at another boy! "What the-!" the boy exclaimed as he was hit.

"Out!" Ms. Hoffman called and sent the boy to the wall. The remaining to were not happy. The other boy- not Loshi- caught the ball as the boy that got out tossed it to him. The boy stalked up to the line and threw the ball hard at Ian, who hadn't enough time to move. So he put up his hands and caught it against his stomach.

"Out!" Ms. Hoffman called and sent this boy to the wall as well, leaving only Loshi and Ian. Loshi glared at Ian, who now had the ball. Ian walked up to the line and threw the ball at Loshi, who simply dodged and caught the rebound. Then Loshi stalked up to the line and threw it at Ian. Ian dodged to the side as the ball went right by his head and hit the wall. He thought he was home free when the ball caught him in the back of the head.

"Oof!" He fell forward and nearly face planted, but caught himself. "Okay, not cool," he muttered as he stood up again with the football players guffawing at him and thinking he was out. But Ms. Hoffman held that it was a dead ball since it hit the wall first. Before they had a chance to regain themselves, Ian picked up the ball and threw it at Loshi. Loshi hadn't enough time to get out of the way, so he put up his hand and attempted to catch it.

"Ow!" he shouted as it hit his hand and fell to the floor.

"Out!" Ms. Hoffman shouted. "Team B wins." Team B being Ian's team, of course.

"Ow, man!" Loshi whined as his friends gathered around him. "Jammed my finger! And that's my friggin' throwing arm!"

Ian walked past him on the way out. "Somehow I don't think it'll really be missed," he whispered. They all glared at him as he left.

"We're gonna get back 'em right?" one of them asked Loshi.

"Absolutely..." Loshi answered.

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Yeah, cliffhanger. I will have this very soon. Oh, and to any cheerleaders or football players who may be reading this: I know it's stereotypical but I'm an authoress, I'm allowed to be. Besides, you can't deny it's funny! \m/ Now, be gone with thee!