AN: I promised randomness and I never go back on my word

Cosmo: She's totally lying. Don't believe her.

Me: Seriously, though, this fic is turning out more random than I thought it would.

Cosmo: What's wrong with random, though?

"You got suspended?" Wanda and Timmy said simultaneously.

"Yeah? So what?" Cosmo seemed completely uncaring. His nose hurt! He didn't want to be bothered by stupid comments that stated the obvious.

"My reputation is lower than low! I swear, if it was on the ground, it would be flat," Timmy moaned.

"Why do you care? Its not like you have to live with it," Cosmo said coldly.

"God, Cosmo. You've been in that school for two days. How can anyone get into so much trouble in such a short amount of time?" Wanda asked.

He shrugged.

"Who'd ya get in a fight with?" The eleven year old asked.

"That jock, Josh," Cosmo grinned. "That almost rhymed! Yay!"

"Focus!" Timmy ordered.

"Whatever." Cosmo said as the phone rang.

Timmy picked up the receiver. "Hello?"

"Turner, you loser! How long are you locked up?" An unfamiliar, feminine voice asked.

"Um, hold on a second." Timmy turned to his godfather. "There's a girl on the phone!" he shrieked.

Again, Cosmo shrugged.

"Think carefully. Have you talked to anyone at my school?"

"Well, there was Elmer on the bus. He called me gay, well actually, he called you gay, but I was disguised as you so he really called me gay," Cosmo rambled. "Then there was some eighth grade cheerleader chick. Josh's girlfriend. Then there was Josh. He told me to stop flirting with his girl. Then she called him protective. Then I went into art and someone called me a homo . . ."

"I mean, did anyone talk to you civilly."

"Well, yeah. This girl, Leslie."

"LESBO LESLIE IS CALLING ME?!?!?!?" Timmy shouted.

"Yeah, probably."

"You talk to the freak!" Timmy handed the phone over. In a millisecond, Cosmo changed his voice into Timmy's.

"Yo, Leslie. What's shakin'. Sorry I had to put you on hold like that. My dad has going crazy."

Leslie didn't laugh. "Why did you call me a lesbo?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, I heard you. That was a pathetic excuse at trying to cover the phone up. I heard you talking to some guy. I bet you are gay. He's probably your gay lover, right? You make me sick, acting like my friend, and then talking about me behind my back."

"But I didn't . . ."

"Don't deny it! I have ears." She hung up.

Cosmo shrugged again, trying to look like he didn't care even though he felt awful for hurting Leslie's feelings. He knew more than anyone how it felt to think you had friends, only to have them spread vicious rumors about you behind your back.

The week dragged by. Nothing truly remarkable happened, except complete randomness that would be completely pointless to tell.

Monday came, and Cosmo went to Timmy's school.

He noticed someone at the front of the school. From a distance, he just thought it was another teacher. But as he approached, he realized with horror who it was.

The black haired man was wearing a security guard uniform. He glared at all that past him.

An evil grin crossed his face when he saw Cosmo. "Well well well, Turner. Long time no see." Mr. Crocker said evilly.

AN: Um, my apologies humans and humanoids. I lied in the 'coming up' thing on the last chapter. The doctor's office and yearbook weren't in this chapter. Sorry mucho.

Forgive me, por favor (Tee hee. I'm taking Spanish class. Spanish is fun.)