AN: Nothing intelligent to say.

The blood wouldn't stop coming out of Cosmo's nose. He was starting to freak out.

"Hey you," A feminine voice called out to him.

"You're not supposed to be in here!" Cosmo screeched. "This is the boy's bathroom."

"Yeah, so? What are you doing in here?" Leslie asked.

Co glared at her.

"Hey, I was just kidding. So I heard you got into a fight."

"Yeah, so? What's the big deal?"

"Turner, Turner, Turner, what am I gonna do with you?" Leslie joked. "How much trouble are you in?"

"Week's suspension."

"You got off easy. I think Ms. Cubit likes you."

"Who?"

"The big butt principal."

"Oh."

"Well, see ya next week. I'm outta here."

"Where are you going?"

"Ha! You think I'm gonna waste my time in school? You have so much to learn, Timmy. Later." Leslie left Cosmo alone in the bathroom to clean up his own blood.

Ms. Cubit entered the bathroom momentarily. "Your parents are on their way."

"Yeah? So what?"

Her face turned a dark purple color. "Don't take that tone with me, young man."

"Tone?"

"Don't mock me! That's it. Not only are you suspended for a week, you have two weeks detention when you come back!"

"That's not fair!"

"You just made it three."

"But. . ."

"Do you want four?"

"No."

"That's no ma'am to you, young man."

"No, man. Um, I mean ma'am." He put the emphasize on 'man'.

"One of these days, Turner. One of these days. . ." The large behinded lady left the boys bathroom.

Meanwhile, at Timmy's house . . .

"God, I'm freakin' out here!" the eleven year old paced around the room.

"Why?" His pink haired fairy godparent asked in concern.

"I gotta know what Cosmo's doing."

"I'm sure he's just . . ."

"What if he ruins my rep. even more? Oh my God. What if he goes insane and turns into a suicide bomber, and during math class, he explodes, taking out 36 kids? I can't have that kind of guilt on my conscience! I wish I knew what he was doing."

Wanda immediately created a magical mirror that would show Timmy exactly what Cosmo was doing.

The mirror also had a kick-butt sound system. The eleven year old saw his godfather with blood spilling from his nose.

"What the heck happened to him?" The pink hated boy immediately hit panic mode. "I think he busted his nose or something! Is that amount of blood normal? Oh my God."

Wanda gasped. "Who would do something like that?"

"The eighth graders," The godson said simply.

AN: Okay, another completely pointless chapter completed.

On the nest episode of Trading Faces:

A week of complete randomness

A trip to the doctor's office

A yearbook

And a new security Guard.

You don't want to miss it (or do you?)