Chapter 13- The Breakfast Club
The alarm went off, loud blasting music filled the girls dorm.
Zoey shot up. Her hair was a mess, and she was somewhat disoriented.
"Yes Chase, I would like a pizza and soda," She said slowly. Zoey opened her eyes. Opps, she was talking in her sleep. Zoey smoothed down her wild hair and then looked around the room at Nicole and Dana.
Nicole shot up two minutes late. "Ahh!" She jumped off the bed and rolled on the floor.
Zoey stared back at Nicole alarmed.
Nicole slowly got up and looked around the room embarrassed, "I guess the elephants aren't attacking."
Zoey stared back at Nicole confused but decided not to even ask.
Nicole yawned, "Why are we getting up so early? It's Saturday."
Zoey forced herself up. Ohh, she had to stretch. Zoey stretched out her arms tiredly and then walked over to her closet. "We have Saturday school remember."
"Oh Darn," Nicole complained.
Zoey nodded, "I don't want to go, especially since Sawyer and Chase are going to be in the same room."
"Yay," Nicole squealed latching onto Zoey's arm.
Zoey's eyes widened. Right…Nicole had no idea about Sawyer and Chase kissing her last night. Zoey forced a smile at Nicole. "Can you wake Dana up,"
Nicole's eyes widened, "Are you crazy! Last time I tried to wake her up she nearly pulled a chainsaw from under her bed and went all Leatherface on me!"
Dana pulled her covers off of her, "Are you trying to say I have a leather face!"
"No, as in the movie," Nicole replied.
"He was ugly!" Dana screamed.
"Girls, please!" Zoey said reaching for her curler.
"My face hurts, you probably kicked me on the way down. If I have a bruise, I swear I am going to kill you Nicole,"
Zoey glanced at her alarm clock, "We have three minutes to get there!"
(Break)
The principal stared at Jack, Logan, Sawyer, and Chase as if they were criminals.
"Where are the girls?" He growled.
"Girls, what Girls?" Chase said.
"You know what girls I'm talking about…don't play dumb with me. Did you think that I wanted to miss my Grandma's birthday to babysit you terrors,"
"With all due respect sir…" Chase started.
"Terrors! Juvenile delinquents, wasting your parents money…" The principal yelled.
Chase closed his mouth with wide eyes.
"A little sporadic aren't we," Logan replied reclining in his chair.
"What was that Mr. Reese?" The principal asked angrily.
"Sorry we're late," Nicole said breezily as she ran into the room behind Zoey and Dana.
"Oh really?" The principal asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yep," Nicole said with an airy tone, she then turned to Logan, "Do you have some gum? I didn't get a chance to brush my teeth."
"Eww, get away," Logan growled.
"What? I was honest." Nicole replied.
The principal crossed his arms and stared back at Nicole in anger and distaste.
Zoey's eyes widened. She tried to tap Nicole. But as usual Nicole remained oblivious.
Nicole leaned over Logan, "Psst…Chase,"
Chase looked at the principal and then at Nicole oddly. He tried to signal with his eyes that the Principal was giving them the death glare, but she wasn't picking up.
"Missy,"
Nicole looked around, "No, no, no, my name is Nicole, and this is Dana and Zoey,"
He crossed his arms, "Well I'm going to call you Missy,"
"Me?" Nicole asked pointing to herself.
The principal slowly nodded, "Yes, you."
"Oh, my name is Nicole."
Zoey rested her head in her hands, and Dana sighed loudly.
"Missy, come with me."
Nicole slowly stood up, "Okay, were are we going?"
"To Disney," The principal answered with a solid grimace.
Nicole clapped her hands, "Yay!" She then turned back around to face Zoey, and Dana. "We're going to Disney," Nicole then turned back to the principal, "Disneyland or Disneyworld?"
He narrowed his eyes at Nicole annoyed, "You choose," He then reached for a mop and a plunger.
"He's going to kill her!" Dana gasped.
Zoey raised an eyebrow in Dana's direction. He obviously wasn't going to kill her, he had some horrible chore for her.
"Disneyland! I remember seeing Pluto there when I was younger…he gave me a hug! Too bad Pluto isn't a real guy…"
The principal placed the mop and broom in Nicole's outstretched hands.
Nicole looked down at the mop and broom in confusion.
"Um…we are going to pretend like we're witches and fly there?"
"No, you talk to much, you're cleaning the women's bathrooms…all of them in the school."
Nicole gasped and dropped the mop and the broom like they were poisonous.
Zoey shook her head in disbelief. Poor Nicole! The janitors didn't even like to tackle that job.
The principal bent down to pick up the mop and broom that Nicole had dropped, and then placed it back in her hands.
"I'll get you some cleaning supplies,"
The principal looked around for another victim. "I need someone to clean the boys bathroom."
Jack reached for his inhaler.
"Sudden movements…you, come with me." The principal said.
"Me?" Jack asked.
The principal nodded, "I will get you a mop, broom, and cleaning, supplies as well."
Jack slowly got up and joined Nicole.
Nicole passed Jack a small smile, but he didn't look back at her. Nicole looked down sadly. She was so abrupt with Jack yesterday, she had to find a way to prove to him that she still wanted to be his friend.
(Break)
"Happy Quinnday!" Quinn's mom said coming in her lab/dorm room with balloons in her hands.
Quinn slowly sat up, she pulled her latest invention off of her face. A visor which scanned your brain patterns and put all your dreams in 3D vision. After her hard night last night she thought she should treat herself.
Her mom bent down to kiss her, "Hi Quinn!"
"Hi," Quinn said sadly.
"Are you okay?" Her dad asked. He handed her a toy that she used to love when she was younger…a year younger, last year. "I brought Albie!"
Quinn gently took the Albert Einstein life size doll. She pulled the string.
"You're a genius," It said.
Quinn smiled weakly back at the doll.
"Honey, we also have great news for you," Her mom said.
Quinn pulled off her glasses. "Really?"
Her dad nodded, "But it depends on whether you want to stay at PCA or not."
Quinn looked down, "I got into Crenshaw's Academy of Science?"
Her parents nodded in excitement. "Yes, but are you ready to leave PCA?"
(Break)
Dana pulled her filer out of her purse, and started to file her nails. "Poor Nicole, that job is heinous,"
"Yeah, can he do that?" Zoey asked scribbling a sketch in her notebook.
"I don't know, we should get him fired." Dana replied.
"Do you have a disorder?" Logan asked Dana.
"What!" Dana growled.
"Do you have a compulsive obsessive disorder to file your nails? Because that is all you ever do," Logan replied.
"If you don't leave me alone, I'm going to jam this in…"
"That's enough, both of you come with me!" The principal ordered.
Dana gasped. When did he come back into the room! She tossed her nail filer back into her purse, and focused on the principal. "You two come with me."
"Who are you talking to?" Logan asked.
"Okay, I see I'm going to have to break this down once again…I'm talking to the girl that was just filing her nails on my time…and you…the one that just asked me the question…who is combing his hair on my time."
"I don't comb…I style," Logan corrected.
"Whatever, both of you come with me,"
Dana slowly stood up. She was silently praying that the principal wouldn't make her clear toilets with Nicole.
The principal reached in his pocket for a key.
Dana raised an eyebrow, "What is that key to?"
"The janitors closet…it's a mess in there."
"Uggh…do you have any freshner?" Logan complained.
"You got to be kidding me, that is your job to freshen the janitors closet…and clean it, Follow me."
Dana snarled in Logan's direction. "Do I have to work with him?"
"Of course you do," The principal said with a smile.
(Break)
Zoey tried to ignore the uncomfortable fact that she was caged in a room with both Sawyer and Chase. She tried to appear as busy as she could by sketching a surfboard. No, that wouldn't work…Sawyer liked to surf. With her eraser, Zoey quickly got rid of the surfboard. What else could she draw.
Zoey felt Sawyer's eyes on her.
She hunched over farther. If she kept it up she was going to have a humpback like Quasimodo. Stray strands of hair fell into Zoey's eyes, as she busily concentrated on writing a poem. She wasn't good at writing poems, but she needed a distraction. No, Chase liked to write poems. Zoey placed down her pencil in defeat. No matter what she did she couldn't win!
"Psst…Zoey," Sawyer whispered.
Zoey closed her eyes. She couldn't escape him or Chase, for some evil and twisted reason the principal decided to leave her with the two last people she wanted to be with.
Zoey glanced at Sawyer, "Yes Sawyer,"
"I'm bored, do you want to play a game?"
Chase raised an eyebrow at Sawyer, and then scooted closer to Zoey.
Zoey turned around to face Chase as his chair touched hers.
Chase gave her a nervous smile, "Hey,"
Zoey stared back at Chase oddly but smiled back at him anyways. "Hey Chase,"
"Sunshine," Sawyer said.
Chase scowled and leaned forward so he could see Sawyer's face. Who was he calling Sunshine? Not Zoey.
Zoey slouched down in her chair, "Yes, Sawyer?"
Sawyer grinned, "Do you want to play…"
"Not truth or dare," Zoey said laying down the ground rules.
"That game is Logan's, I am more of a hide and seek kind of guy."
Chase rolled his eyes, "Oh give me a break, we're like too old for that,"
"Well do you have any better suggestions mop top?" Sawyer asked.
"Mop top!" Chase growled.
Zoey placed her hand against Chase's chest. "Hey guys…"
"You," The Principal said pointing at Zoey.
Zoey stared back at him shocked. Did this guy ever take a break? "Yes?"
"The principal walked towards a ladder, "I need you to reorganize all of the books in the library,"
Zoey's eyes widened, "But…"
"Do as much as you can until Saturday school is finished, but until then all of your souls is mine."
Zoey stood up and walked towards the first shelf.
"No, no, no," He said.
"What?" Zoey asked confused.
The principal pointed towards two empty shelves, with tons of books piled on the floor.
Zoey gasped, "I didn't do that."
"No I did country girl, now get to work."
Zoey groaned and walked towards the books. She collapsed down helplessly and then started to organize the books.
Chase stood up, "He…Hey, that's not fair."
The principal turned to Chase with an expression of sheer evilness on his face.
Chase swallowed down a wad of nervousness, "I…I mean…"
"You mean what?"
Chase smiled back at him with a cheesy grin, "I mean…I'll help Zoey,"
"No, I have a job for you frizzle frazzle."
Chase gasped placing his hand to his unruly hair. Why was everyone ragging on his hair today? Just haters…The principal, and Sawyer, haters, that was it.
"Your job is to scrape off all the gum under the tables…with this." The principal handed Chase a pencil.
"Wha…" Chase started.
"Get started. My job is to make sure you guys regret your decision to misbehave at PCA, by the time I'm finished, I know I won't be seeing any of you for Saturday school again."
Sawyer glanced over at Zoey helplessly.
"You…Abercrombie,"
Sawyer looked down at his shirt, "Oh,"
"I have a job for you too, dust down this place." The principal reached for a duster and tossed it at Sawyer. "Now get started,"
Sawyer sighed. This man was on a rampage.
(Break)
Nicole flipped back the toilet seat and then groaned.
"Eww, I so can't do this. I just can't. I don't even have gloves," Nicole shook her head and stepped out of the stall. She bit her lip, and looked around thoughtfully. She didn't even know how to clean a toilet.
Nicole whimpered helplessly. She tilted her head backwards, and then rolled it around. "Okay Nic, you can do this. Who said you have to touch the nasty thing?"
Nicole heard footsteps. Her eyes widened. The "slave driver" principal was nearby. She quickly dodged back into the stall, and tried to figure out what to do with the toilet.
(Break)
Dana unlocked the door. She opened the door slowly and then turned to face Logan.
"What? You go in first." Logan said.
Dana stepped in slowly. "Uggh, I can't believe I am stuck with you."
"And do you think I want to be stuck with you?" Logan groaned.
After Logan stepped in the door closed behind them.
Dana jumped. "Keep that door open. I don't like being in closed spaces."
"Me either, especially not dirty closets filled with dust and who knows what else…"
"Stop whining, and open the door." Dana ordered.
Logan twisted the knob, but it seemed to be locked from the outside. "Umm…"
Dana's eyes widened, "No…don't tell me."
"This door must lock from the outside…because we are kind of locked in."
Dana closed her eyes.
"Well think of it this way…your stuck in a closet with the hottest guy at PCA anything is bound to happen," Logan said with a suggestive smile.
Dana pushed Logan aside roughly, and started to bang on the door. "Get me out of here!"
(End of this chapter. Thanks once again for the reviews guys. I promise when I get a chance I'll read some of your stories and review them as well. I have some major tests coming up…so I might not be able to update until Wednesday, but we'll see, because I like to write this story.)