(A/N – Well, well, well… It's Tuesday! April 26, 2005! I had a fab weekend at Youthfest up at my church camp Lutherlyn with my buddy Lori 'cept I'm sick now and I missed school yesterday. But isn't just my luck to come back the day of the Julius Caesar test? Psh… Chamber tryouts are this week! It's the best choir in the school, and I would die to get in. Wish me luck, you guys. Being sick the week of tryouts sucks. Oh, and I got contacts Friday! But I'm still sick! Blah!)

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CLE – "I'm Just A Kid" by Simple Plan

I wanna go to bed… ehh… instead, I get homework, my sister's chorus concert, and disclaimers tonight. Eh heh…

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CHPATER NINE: "Just do it!"

Jessica's PoV (still) -

"Now just what exactly happened?" Mr. Schroyer asked me.

He was staring at me, Will, and Elizabeth from his desk.

"Some kid was annoying me and wouldn't stop so I punched him," I said simply. "And then my… friends backed me up."

I tried to avoid referring to them as my second parents.

That'd be weird.

"Well, that little back up will cost you and your friends three days suspension," Mr. Schroyer said. "You are not allowed back on school grounds until Wednesday."

"Psh… wanna watch me?" I muttered.

"What did you say?" the principal asked, standing up.

"Nothing…" I lied. "So, what? Do I gotta take a letter home or something?"

"No, this is your third suspension, Miss Stewart," he said. "You are to have your parents come pick you up. Use the phone in the office. Have a good day."

At that, he gathered his papered and left his office.

What a loser!

Suspend me for three days and tell me to 'have a good day…'

You stupid-

"Mary, now what?" Will asked.

"Sigh… now we gotta go to the main office and call my mom so she can come get me," I said.

Walked to the main office… called home…

"Well, mom's not home," I said, hanging up the phone and turning to Will and Elizabeth. "Great."

Then and idea struck me.

A good idea.

My face lit up, and I started punching numbers into the keypad.

"Come on, pick up pick up…" I muttered.

Erica's PoV -

Oh my god, what a morning.

I had bitten off all of my nails worried to death that Jack would be found out. Paige, too, because Lindsay begged to have her go with her to third period Foods class instead of Chambers Choir with me. All of my teachers, even Mr. Reidman from last year when he saw me in the hall before fourth period, asked if I was feeling ok and questioned if I should go to the nurse. I almost said yes a few times.

But they hadn't been discovered yet.

Surprise, surprise.

Maybe my story about him being brainwashed worked?

Let's hope so.

"Erica? Erica!"

"Huh? What?"

I was now walking with Lindsay and Paige from sixth period. We were heading to Chem now, yay.

"Your phone!" Lindsay said. "It's ringing!"

"Oh!"

I dug through my purse real quick and answered. The three of us ducked around the corner and off to the side. I pressed my left ear in while I listened with the right.

"Hello?" I said.

"Erica?"

"Stewie?"

At that, Paige and Lindsay leapt forward to listen in.

My phone's really loud, so everyone could hear everyone.

"Yeah, it's me."

"What happened?" I asked.

"Will, Elizabeth, and I got sent to the office," Jessica said on the other line.

"Stewie! You were supposed to keep them under the stairs!" Lindsay yelled into the phone.

"Yeah!" Paige said. "Now we're found out!"

"No!" Stewie said. "We aren't 'found out.' I just brought 'em to the cafeteria for lunch and all these people started crowding around, I punched one kid, and then it all let loose!"

"Ouch, harsh," I said. "Suspended?"

"Yes! Three days… I had to call home, but no one's there as you all know, so I figured I call you to come and get me once school's out."

I sighed.

"Rough day," I muttered. "We've had one, too."

"Jack and Paige ok?" Stewie asked.

"We're good," Lindsay said. "But everyone thinks Jack's a brainwashed teacher who thinks he's the real Jack Sparrow with the same name, and that Paige is a hot exchange student from another school around here on spy business for the wrestling competition next weekend. Lame, huh?"

"They do?" Paige asked.

Lindsay nodded.

"That's what some kid at lunch said. Another one says he hopes you're a hooker, one thinks you're an undiscovered local celebrity, and another thinks he could've sworn he's seen you in a past life."

I shook my head and continued talking to Stewie.

"Anyways, we'll be there after school," I said. "With the lie we came up with today for Jack-"

"What about me!" Paige asked. "What was my cover! Swiss Alp Lady!"

"No, but someone else called you that, too," Lindsay said.

Paige was starting to flip out.

"Calm down," I said. "You're just chillin' with us if anyone asks."

"Well, I've been asked out by seven guys today!" Paige said, sort of outraged.

"Geez!" Lindsay said. "Lucky!"

"But I don't want a boyfriend! These people freak me out!"

"Shut up, guys!" I said. "We have a situation with Stewie here!"

They shut up and Stewie started talking again.

"Anyways, You can come and get us after school, right?"

"Sure," I said. "We've only got two more periods, so just hang around til then. I might even get to convince my study hall teacher to let me out early. Can you get out, Lindsay?"

"I have an English test eight period, but I can see," she said.

"Okay, we'll be there," I said. "I gotta go, Stewie. Bell's gonna-"

BRRRING!

"Never mind…" I muttered. "Bye, Stewie."

"Cya later, Stewie!" Lindsay said.

"Bye," Paige hollered before I turned the phone off.

Jr. High West -

Lindsay, Paige, Jack and I had picked up Stewie, Will, and Elizabeth and were heading back to the car now. Stewie was muttering angrily, but she calmed down once we got in the car and took off.

"Jess, chill," Lindsay said. "We're going to the dance tonight!"

"Yeah, but-"

"Do I have to dress up?" Jack whined.

"Sorry, but yes," Will said. "What makes you so special?"

"Do you have to ask that one, Will?" Paige asked.

Will snorted and leaned back in the seat.

"So, how was your first day as substitute teacher?" Jessica asked.

"First and last," Lindsay said, choking on her iced tea. "That was a horrific experience to say the least."

"See Miss Garrett anymore today?" I asked.

"Who's Miss Garrett?" Will asked with a teasing grin.

"She's one of the lasses teachin' at the place," Jack said. "She got me settled in, ate lunch with me-"

"Ate lunch with you?" Will asked.

"Will, stop that," Jack said. "Ye know, I dropped my cheese curls in the garbage and she shared."

"That's it. We've lost him," Will said, throwing his arms up in the air.

At this, Jack pulled out his dagger and grabbed Will's throat.

"Look here, boy-"

"Cut it out!" Elizabeth screamed. "Let him finish, Will."

"Aye, stupid eunuch…" Jack muttered. "Anyways, Miss Garrett ate lunch with me in the room I was in all day. She asked me very confusin' questions about stuff I didn't know, so I asked her if she's ever been on a real ship and she said yes and then…"

Jack continued on for a long time. Like, all-the-way-home long time. Since no one was at Stewie's we decided to get ready and go to the dance from there. I had to run Lindsay to her house and me to my house so we could pick up our things, and we even talked our parents into staying at Stewie's for the night since we were planning on going out to at afterwards. But with the recent addition of these four goonies, plans could change before you knew they did.

We got back to Stewie's house in about twenty minutes, and she and Paige were already dressed in their black and white dresses. Will and Elizabeth were leaving the bathroom as we went back the hall to Jessica's room. Boy, did they make a cute couple off-screen even.

Lindsay and I quickly threw on our dresses. We had a few pictures taken after we took turns doing each other's hair, too. Jack? All he did was through on his huge green overcoat and tricorn hat. Isn't that nifty? He sucks… but low maintenance guys are cool like that, I guess.

"You guys hungry?" Lindsay asked as we headed out to the little kitchen. She and Stewie rounded in and started raiding the cupboards as Jack and I went over to the fridge.

"Cap'n Crunch!" Stewie yelled triumphantly. "We have Cap'n Crunch-age!"

"Want any chocolate milk to go with that?" I asked, lifting the gallon jug out of the fridge.

"Nah, get the Pepsi instead," Lindsay said.

"Look! I found marshmallows!" Paige said, peering into the little dish in the center of the dining table.

Then I stopped.

"Hang on, guys," I said. "Let's rethink this, shall we?"

"Rethink what?" Lindsay asked.

"This," I said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Everytime we eat food with these losers here, we get into food fights. Major food fights. And we are about to leave for a Christmas dance in an hour. What do you think?"

The population of my moronic friends was staring me at again.

"You know, she does have a point," Lindsay said. "There's gonna be food there anyways."

"But the food there costs money!" Stewie said. "It's free here!"

"No it doesn't," I laughed. "Not at high school dances. It's all you can eat included in the ticket. Four bucks."

"Oh, ok," Jessica, said. "I'll do that then, too!"

"Aw, but I'm hungry now," Paige moaned, grabbing at her stomach.

"Don't even go into that sympathy fetch," I said with wide eyes. "No way."

"Yeah, we've going out to eat afterwards anyways," Lindsay said.

"How about beforehand?" Will asked this time.

"Let me guess, you're hungry too?" Jess asked.

"Uh… yeah."

At the Double Dragon -

We had just got done eating three – freaking - platters of General Tso's chicken. And three – freaking – platters of rice. And twenty-seven cups of tea. And sixteen fortune cookies. And fifteen glasses of water.

Oh – my – god.

But I loooooove Chinese…

I know exactly what you're thinking, though.

The pigs…

"Are you done yet?" I asked Jessica.

She was still shoveling rice and slurping tea. The bottomless pit, she is, as we've stated before. She poured like half the sugar container into her cup of tea. You think I'm kidding now when I say she's a hyper ball of energy? Half of it! By herself!

"Nope," she said with rice spitting out of her mouth. "Oops, sorry, Lizzy."

"No… problem…" Elizabeth said, swiping the rice off her face.

"Jess, we've sorta gotta go," Lindsay said. "The dance is in ten minutes and you are the only one still stuffing your face!"

"Really?" she asked, looking around.

"Yeah," Will said.

"But you were supposed to have a tea chugging contest with me before we left!" Stewie said, looking at Will angrily.

"Lass, he's used the restroom five times since we've been here," Jack said. "He's had plenty of tea and water."

"PLEASE?" Jess begged, getting all pouty in Will's face.

"Mary, I-"

"Oh, just do it," Elizabeth said.

Will glared at her.

"Just do it!" Will asked incredulously. "Just DO IT!"

"Yeah," Liz said, taking in an effort-filled bite of rice.

"No," Will said, throwing his napkin on the plate. "I'm not gonna 'just do it.' If you're so eager, you 'just do it.'"

"You're a baby," Lindsay said.

"Do YOU wanna do it?" Will asked with a dangerous look. "Because unless you're not about to spew your guts out, run for the bathroom, and have this hyperness chasing you down nagging for a tea chugging contest, I suggest you shut – up."

Ok… so after that little rant…

"Will, just do it," Lindsay said, waving it off.

"Yeah, Will…" I said.

"Just do it!" Paige yelled.

"You guys SUCK!" Will yelled, getting up from the table.

"Aww, is Willy-Nilly-Poopkins having an itty-bitty tantrum over an eensy-weensy tea chugging contesty-westy?" Lindsay asked in this babified voice that made us all snigger and Will turn to us with a deadly glare in his eye.

Then Will smiled. It was that creepy sort of manic smile that made you lean away towards the wall.

"No, Willy-Nilly-Poopkins is not having an itty-bitty tantrum over some eensy-weensy tea chugging contesty-westy!" he bellowed. "Willy-Nilly-Poopkins is having a humungous-ginormous tantrum over a retarded-larded teenager who wants to have a stupid-freaking tea chugging contesty-westy after Willy-Nilly-Poopkins has gone to the smelly-welly bathroom FIVE TIMES!"

"Sheesh, calm down, Will," Lindsay said, rolling her eyes. "Just do it…"

Will scrunched up his face and let out an angry man-shriek as he left the table and went around the corner.

"Lindsay, you are really pushing your luck with that guy," I laughed.

"I know," she giggled. "He's so fun to pick on."

Suddenly, Will came back around the corner with a huge kettle of tea. He held it above Lindsay's head and threatened to tip it on her head if she didn't have the tea chugging contest with Will.

"Now," he said dangerously.

Lindsay again rolly her eyes and just stood up, ducking her head around the tea kettle.

"S'ko guys," she said. "Dance is about to start."

We all headed for the door, but Paige, Jack, and I stayed back so we could laugh at Will. He nodded angrily and set the tea down and went in front of us. When we got to the door, our waitress stood there with the tip jar.

"Tip her, Will," Paige said.

"But I don't have any money!" he said as we went outside.

"Just do it!" I called back.

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Haha, funnies, funnies, funnies…

It's May 4th now, guys! I'm sorry I'm so behind, but now we got stupid career projects due this Friday, eye appointment tomorrow, busy busy busy, grr… Oh, the Buried Treasure Rewrite is hibernating at the moment, too. I had to sacrifice it for the time being, sorry. Jack's sick, too. Ugh…

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