Title: Every Dozen has a few rotten eggs
Author: Puck Fido and Sam
Disclaimer: See previous chapters.
Rating: T
A/N: Here it is, Chapter 3. Lunchtime. Read and Review. Sorry it's so short but I'll try to post chapters often.
A week later, the bell rang to signify the start of lunch. "Oh, thank you!" Jake said raising his hands in the air.

"Don't thank anyone yet Jake," Sam said as she turned around.

"Coughprepalertcough" Gina said trying to stifle a laugh.

"Oh great" Evan said. "I think I know where this is going."

Before anyone had a chance to respond Shannon and her boy friend came by.
"Do you hear anything Chris? Oh maybe it's just the wind." She said looking right through Gina and Evan.

As Gina and Sam exchanged disgusted glances, Jake was the first to respond. "Dude, maybe if you took your head out of your butt, you would know who it was." Shannon's face turned red with anger.

This time is was Ginas turn to respond. "hey Chris, When you shake your head, do you hear a rattling sound where your brains suppose to be?" she asked.

"Yeah, what is that?" Chris asked after shaking his head.
They looked at each other and laughed. Shannon and Chris ran off quickly to sit with Ashley.

"Dude, where did you get that one?" Evan asked between laughs.
Gina though for a moment, "It's surprising what you can learn from TV," she said remembering when she watched Step by Step three weeks ago.

After they got all the laughter out of their system they began a whole new conversation.
"So Sam, still refuse to skateboard?" Sam gave a 'you're kidding me right?' look and shook her head.
"Well, I'd like to see Shannon on a skateboard." The four of them laughed at the idea.

Evan then smirked, "Hey guys, do you dare me to throw my mashed potatoes at Chris?" Gina and Sam both grinned but Jake had a bad feeling about it. Before anyone could stop him, however, a wad of potatoes were hurling towards the jock

Suddenly, the principle stepped in the way. The white glob and gravy were painted right across the principles face and the whole room went quiet.

Evan quietly mouthed his favorite curse word. "Nice going man, we're dead for good." Breaking the silence, a massive food fight erupted.
One way there was juice flying and another way people slid in pudding.

Sarah Baker, who had this very lunchtime, saw her brother across the room. She playfully threw her maccaroni at Jake. Seeing Sarah, he gave her a thumbs up and threw his jello at her. It could have been a very happy moment but then...

"QUIET!" The whole room grew silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop, or in this case a handful of spaghetti.

"Mister Hayward, can I see you in my office?" said the principal in a deadly quiet whisper.

"Well sir. I would rather not…"Evan started. Gasps were heard all across the cafeteria. Jake leaned in and whispered. "Dude I wouldn't start anything with him. He looks about ready to blow. Do you see how red he is compared to the potatoes…"

"That's enough mister Baker unless you would like to join him. Evan my office…NOW!" The principal said as he stormed out probably to wash his potato smothered face.

"Sooo… does this get me off the hook for skate boarding lessons?" Sam laughed nervously…They all shook their head and started predicting the possible punishments that their friend had in store for him.

The last bell of the last day rang and still no sign of Evan. What was left of the quartet said their good byes and parted knowing they all would be online within the next hour.