Ever since the spectacle in the cafeteria, Cascadia seemed to be stuck in some sort of eerie calm. It had been two days. Two days of Bates, Skinner, the Doc, Wiley, and all other staff members tirelessly interrogating students. Two days of threats from their president, stating loudly that if the perpetrator did not make him or herself known, everyone would pay. Two days into their revolution of sorts, and so far, things were looking up for our band of rebels.
"You sure he doesn't suspect us?" Adena asked Nate on a warm, Wednesday afternoon, gathered at the backcourt.
"Positive," he assured, "I mean, he keeps sending me angry glares and telling me it would be easier if I just admitted it, and I'm pretty sure he suspects Squib by default, but he has no proof."
"We did a good job of cleaning up our tracks," Squib told his friends, "I think we'll be okay."
"I don't get what the point was," Tanis said, "I mean, sure, it was hilarious to watch Bates get hit with a cupcake, but the meals are still horrible. And now there's tight security on the caf."
"The point," Adena told her, "wasn't to get Bates to change the meals. There's no way he'd just cave like that. The point was to let Bates know that we're not going to take this sitting down."
"Well, considering he's spent the last two days muttering to himself and being just generally paranoid," Nate spoke, "I think it's safe to say he got the message."
"So, then, what's next?" Cam asked.
"I…don't know," Adena admitted. "But we've got practice," she turned to Cody and Nate, "Could you two do some more snooping? See what you find?"
"We're on it," Cody assured her.
"Are you sure he won't be in here?" Nate asked as he and Cody made their way towards her house.
"He shouldn't be," she told him, "I think he's got meetings going on today."
"Do you really think we'll find anything?"
"Well, we've scoured your dad's office from top to bottom," she said, "it's worth a try." As the two walked in the door, a dull thump could be heard.
"What was that?" Cody asked, now whispering.
"I don't know," Nate said, "it sounded like it came from his office…" The two teenagers slowly crept toward the closed door of Dr. Myers' office, fearful of what awaited them. Slightly hunched over, so as to be able to peek around the door, they paused and Nate put his hand on the doorknob. He slowly pushed it open, just a crack…
"Oh m-," Nate quickly shoved his hand over Cody's mouth, hoping the occupants of the room hadn't heard it. It seemed, however, that the people in the Doc's office were pretty oblivious to the rest of the world.
There was the Doc.
There, on the Doc's desk, was Wiley.
And they were kissing.
Cody snapped her eyes shut, as Nate removed his hand, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God…" she repeated, almost silently.
"I can't believe this…Look at them go!"
"Nate," she whispered fiercely, "Shut. Up."
"Oh my God…open your eyes," he told her.
"Are you crazy? Why are you even watching this?"
"No, Cody, open your eyes!" She slowly pried her eyes open, "Look," Nate told her, pointing to a clear, open, half-empty bottle sitting on the desk, "Is that…"
She answered his unspoken question, "Yeah. That's totes vodka."
That evening, the Top Guns gathered at the backcourt before heading to dinner.
"Oh my God," Nate panted as he and Cody ran up.
"What?" Adena asked frantically, "What did you find?"
"Oh my God," Cody echoed, "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" She shrieked.
"What?"
"You will never, never believe what we saw," Nate told her.
"I'm scarred for life!" Cody wailed.
"What?" Asked Adena, now in a near panic.
"It was…insane. Like, Twilight Zone insane," Nate insisted.
"Traumatized!" Cody continued, "Ruined! Finished! That man is paying for my therapy bills!"
Nate turned to her, "Why would he have to pay? Couldn't he just be your shrink?"
"You think I'm going to be able to look him in the eye after this?" She asked incredulously. "Or her? I'll never be able to go to English class again!"
"WHAT," Adena screeched, "is going on?"
"Okay, we were at Cody's house," Nate explained to the now very curious group of tennis players, "and we heard this noise from the Doc's office-,"
"Oh God…" Cody moaned.
"So, we go to see what it is. And there's Doc and Wiley. And they're drinking vodka."
"Are you serious?" Asked Tanis.
"That's insane!" Squib exclaimed.
"Wait, that's not even the best part," Nate continued.
"Oh God," Cody wailed once more.
"Not only were they drinking, they were…" he paused for effect, "kissing. And I don't just mean kissing, I mean kissing." The entire group was silent for a full ten seconds. A first in Top Gun history. And then they exploded.
"Oh my God!" Cried Squib, a disgusted look on his face.
"Are you serious?" Cam grimaced.
"I can't believe this!" Tanis screamed.
"EWWW!" Adena cried, looking horrified.
"My thoughts exactly," Cody wailed.
"Let me get this straight," Tanis said slowly, "the Doc, and Wiley, were kissing, and drinking?"
"That's right," Nate nodded.
"Oh…my God."
"This is so, so wrong," Cody exclaimed.
"No kidding!" Cam agreed.
"No!" Squib spoke suddenly.
"No?" Adena repeated, "No?"
"Don't you guys get it? We can use this!" He insisted, "Bates has the entire faculty under his thumb! There's no way we'd ever get any help from them! But now…now we've got something on those two. We need to use this to our advantage!"
"What exactly are you proposing?" Cody asked, still looking mildly disturbed.
"It's time to take our first prisoners of war."
"Cody?" Hartley Myers called, entering his home the follow evening, "You in here?"
"In your office, dad!" She called. The Doc stepped into his office and was met with a sight he never thought he'd see. There, in his private office, were all the Top Guns. It also seemed they had been in the liquor cabinet. But strangest of all was what, or rather whom they had with them.
"Uh…guys…Why is Ms. Wiley tied to that chair?"
"Har- Dr. Myers!" She cried, "Would you please tell these kids to untie me! I got an email from your address, saying you needed to talk to me! But when I got here, they were waiting!" The petite blonde woman began to flail, trying to escape her bonds.
"You guys snuck into my email account?" Hartley asked, surprised.
"It really wasn't hard," a voice from behind him answered. He turned to see Cameron locking the door, "you should have picked a better password."
"It's true, dad," his daughter told him, "I know you love me, but my name? Honestly. So obvious."
"Okay, what's going on here?" He asked sternly. "Untie Ms. Wiley right now, and unlock this door."
"No can do, Doc," Squib told him, "we've got some things to discuss. Now, why don't you take a seat?" He indicated the chair a few feet away. Hartley seriously considered refusing, but they had managed to take Ms. Wiley down and looked like they had been working out, so he sat down as he was told.
"Now," Tanis said, moving to stand directly in front of them, "we've got something things to discuss."
"We know your filthy little secret," Adena told them.
"I don't know what you're walking about!" Wiley insisted.
"Oh, please," Nate scoffed. "This look familiar?" He held up the half-empty bottle of vodka sitting on the desk, shaking it in front of their faces.
"Were you kids into the liquor?" The Doc asked Cody.
"Apparently we weren't the only ones," she said.
"What are you talking about?" He asked.
"Don't play dumb," Nate told him, "Cody and I saw you two yesterday."
Wiley visibly paled, "You mean…you saw us…"
"That's right," Cody spat, "and let me first say that I am traumatized for life!"
Dr. Myers sighed, "Look, kids, maybe we can-,"
"You're in no place to negotiate, Doc," Squib said sternly, "We've got the dirt on you two."
"And," Adena continued, "we wouldn't want to accidentally tell Bates, now, would we?"
Wiley sighed, defeated, "What do you want?"
"Funny you should ask," Tanis smirked, "we're in need of a couple favors."
"I can't believe that actually worked," Squib whispered giddily as the Top Guns made their way down the dark hall.
"We got your dad to steal us a key!" Adena exclaimed to Cody, "And a TV!"
"Forget that," Cam said as they reached the door to the Open, "We got Wiley to rent us porn!"
"I still think this is disgusting," Tanis said, turning the key and heading into the dark room.
"Gross," Nate agreed, "but effective."
"Bates won't know what hit him," Adena practically squealed. "And nice touch with the megaphone, Cam."
"Thanks," he smiled, "being assistant coach has its perks."
"Okay," Squib said, setting down the television set, "let's get this thing hooked up…"
The next morning, the students and staff rose at the usual seven o'clock, prepared themselves for the upcoming day, and headed into the cafeteria. At seven thirty-one, however, as the majority of the school population was tiredly making their way through the halls, some very odd sounds began coming from the Open.
"What is that?" Sunny asked, a disgusted look on her face. The students began to talk frantically among themselves, making their way to the Open. As the long line of tennis players reached the door, they found their hailed head master standing in front of it.
"Does anyone know what's going on here?" He asked, looking thoroughly grossed out at the sounds coming from the room behind him.
"No idea sir," Rick rushed up to him, "but I fully intend to find out!"
"Shut up, Geddes," Skinner growled, making his way to the front of the crowd. "Here, I have the key…" He pushed the door open, and walked in, followed by the majority of Cascadia's students and faculty.
The first thing they noticed was that the TV had returned.
The second thing they noticed was that someone had effectively stuck a megaphone near the speakers, explaining why the volume was so loud.
The third thing they noticed was the porn.
"Oh my GOD!" Disgusted and amused cries rang out. Bates stood in front of the screen, frozen in shock at the scene before him, featuring two blondes and one very lucky pizza boy.
"What," he finally snarled out, "is this?"
"Uh, sir," Rick spoke timidly over the moans emitting loudly from the TV, "I think it's, uh, Special Delivery," he held up the video case sitting by the television.
"OUT!" Bates seemed to spring to life, "Everyone out! NOW!" The students did, indeed, begin to slowly file out of the room. But it didn't matter. By the end of breakfast, any students not present would surely know what happened. More so, the parents of all the students would surely have heard by the end of the day. The sponsors would know. The supervisor would know. Within a day, everyone who mattered would know Bates' shame.
The Top Guns stood outside the door as students began to filter out, now thoroughly awake and talking animatedly.
"It seems," Squib smirked, "that Operation Crazy Eights has just taken the Open."
This chapter is fully, completely, TOTES dedicated to Candy. Because the Doc/Wiley ship was born during one of our crazy MSN convos. And she came up with drunk!Wiley, although the concept was slightly altered for this story. Not to mention, she introduced 'totes' to me, and the "Yeah. That's totes vodka." Line was stolen from a hilarious little sketch she drew me on Paint. So, Candy, pour vous.
Lol, glad that this story is inspiring revolutionary thoughts in the readers! This chapter was, again, long and rather unrealistic, if you think about it, but c'mon. Admit it. It would SO rock.
And for that, I think I deserve reviews :)