Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Eight

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"The Mayor is trying to lose weight for Maxville Fashion Week, so he had me sneak doughnuts in. I swear Dave smelled them across the foyer. They were confiscated before I could eat one," Layla said with a pout.

"Will you stop pouting if I make you fried ice cream?" Warren asked.

"Ooh, yes! Wait, with caramel sauce?"

"Of course," Warren said, rolling his eyes; as if he wouldn't know his girlfriend's favourite ice cream topping after almost a year of dating.

"Love you," Layla said happily, kissing him briefly.

Kim barked at Warren who pulled away from Layla and snapped back at him in Cantonese. In the restaurant, Mrs. Woo called something out to add to the argument and Warren groaned, turning back to the dishes he was stacking, Layla giving Kim a bright smile.

"What just happened?" Layla asked through her smile.

"Kim told me off for making out with you instead of working. It was just one damn kiss, and I'm putting in overtime, so I told him to tell Mrs. Woo that. Mrs. Woo told him to leave us alone and lock the kitchen if he had to."

"For babies?" Layla asked.

"For babies," Warren confirmed, scrunching up his nose.

"Make me fried ice cream and I could pretend we're having sex. I'm pretty sure my foodgasm noises sound the same as actual orgasms."

Warren set down the plate he was rinsing off, frowning and trying to determine if he was offended or not. "What the hell, hippie?"

Layla shrugged. "I like ice cream."

Shaking his head, Warren continued to rinse dishes and stack the dishwasher.

"Customers," Kim called, Mei Ling hurrying out of the staff break room and putting her hair up properly.

Ronnie came out of the staff break room a moment later, looking dishevelled. "Peace out, Peace," he called with a laugh, leaving through the back door.

Layla looked between the back door and the kitchen door in surprise. "What the hell was that?"

"They're dating. Started a couple of weeks after our party."

"Huh."

"Spring rolls, prawn crackers, honey chicken, lemon chicken, and a large fried rice," Mei Ling recited, sliding the order through the serving hatch to Warren.

As Mei Ling left to take the order for another table, Layla patted Warren's shoulder, nodding through the hatch to the restaurant.

"What is it?"

"Mr. Medulla just arrived with his girlfriends. Aw, they look so happy!"

Warren glanced out to the restaurant, seeing Mr. Medulla taking the coats from his blonde girlfriends. Each twin grabbed his offered arms as Mr. Medulla led them to a table, roses in the vase rather than the usual daisies. "Mei Ling was talking about that table; it was reserved three months ago, even though we're never that busy, because it's their second year anniversary. Apparently they met here."

"Oh, that's so cute! Is it weird if I go say hello? I want to meet them. Oh, he's smiling! I never see Mr. Medulla smile at school."

"Probably because we're at school, hippie," Warren said as he stacked the last of the dishes and set the dishwasher to run, washing and drying off his hands.

"I'm going to go fold napkins and pretend like I'm not watching everything they're doing. Don't forget my ice cream," Layla said, kissing Warren's cheek and heading into the restaurant. "Honey?"

Warren was curious about Layla's surprised tone and word, but Kim glared at him, pointing to his watch. Turning his attention to the food, Warren cooked as quickly as he could without undercooking the food. Almost forgetting Layla's ice cream, Warren grabbed the ice cream balls from the freezer to deep fry one for her.

Placing the order on the serving hatch, Warren pressed the bell. Mei Ling waved to him, signalling for help since she was still taking orders. Warren went through to the restaurant, taking the plates and Layla's ice cream with an expert hand.

The look of happiness on Layla's face was surely for him and not the ice cream, right?

Seeing Honey and Sarah sitting at a booth with Layla, Warren was no longer surprised by her earlier comment, and set their food down at the table.

"Ooh, I love you!" Layla said eagerly.

"Are you talking to me or the ice cream?" Warren deadpanned.

Layla grinned. "Both."

"This is delicious. Or I'm starving and I only think it's delicious. Both, whatever," Sarah announced, taking another mouthful and reaching for her spring rolls.

"Stay a minute, Warren," Honey said, smiling.

Looking around at the busy restaurant, Warren saw Mr. Medulla laughing with his girlfriends, Mrs. Woo pouring drinks, Mei Ling taking a phone order. Even Kim was writing down orders from a large party of twelve. Warren sat next to Layla before the others could see him slacking off. "I've only got a minute, make it quick."

"I was just telling Layla about the new employees I've hired at the pharmaceutical company. And a few others for different businesses in town, but that's not the point," Honey said, waving a hand. "The point is that I'm having a welcome to Maxville party on Sunday for all of my employees, new and old, so everyone can get to know each other. I've already organised the day off for you, Warren. You and your friends are invited; a lot of these are permanent staff," she added, picking up her chopsticks and starting to eat.

Warren rolled his eyes at Honey's attempt at subtlety. "How many permanent staff did you hire?"

"Forty permanent and thirty casual. Some of them wanted casual work, which is weird, 'cause we've got hella benefits. They could've just asked for flexible hours," Sarah said, grinning. "Also, your code words suck as much as your lying skills, Honey. Just tell them what you're trying to say without all the bullshit."

Layla snickered around a mouthful of ice cream and caramel.

Honey sighed. "Fine. Thirty-five. Well, it will end up being more than fifty but that's because one of them has nineteen children."

Sarah choked. "What?!"

Warren couldn't blame her; if he'd been eating, he would have choked, too.

Even Layla stopped eating her fried ice cream long enough to stare at Honey.

"She and her husband wanted a really big family. With their genes, they didn't have much of a choice anyway," Honey explained without explaining. "Warren, you'd better get back to the kitchen."

He nodded, still somewhat shocked at the large number, and headed back to the kitchen. He wondered if he could invite Mrs. Woo to the party; if someone had nearly twenty kids, that ought to keep her occupied and stop pestering him and Layla, right?

...

"Richard, put that down this instant."

At his wife's stern tone, Richard reluctantly put the doughnut down. "Zach baked them. They're healthier."

"Healthier doesn't mean healthy. Especially not for you, Richard. You know what the doctor said."

"Don't eat anything that has an ounce of flavour in it," Richard paraphrased, pulling a face. "One doughnut won't kill me, Annie."

"It might, and I'm too young to be a widow. Or a single mother to three children," Anita said, trying to sound teasing but probably failing with the worry lines on her face and serious tone in her voice.

Richard sighed and pulled her in for a hug. "Not going anywhere unless the Lord says otherwise. Okay?"

"Well, the doctor's trying to keep the Lord from taking you sooner rather than later, so you listen to her, too. Okay?"

"Okay, I'll eat boring and plain food until the doctor says otherwise. After we halve this doughnut?" Richard said hopefully.

Anita laughed. "Fine, but I get the big half."

"Always, Annie," he said, kissing her temple.

...

"I don't care what food you brought from home, you're eating what I cooked for today. Recess, lunch, and afternoon tea," Zach said firmly, Ethan producing container after container.

"Hell, yes! Bring on the pigs in a blanket."

"I didn't make those," Zach said, Craig's face falling. "I did make cheese kransky sausage rolls, though."

"I solemnly swear to eat the whole container," Craig said, holding his hand up in a Boy Scout salute.

"Fight you for it," Ry said, grinning.

"Figured you'd say that, so... you get one each," Zach said, checking the labelled containers before handing Craig and Ry one each.

Craig hugged him so tightly that Zach was breathless for a minute afterwards. "I love you so much, dude."

"I know. They're for lunch. Eat the muffins for recess."

"Muffins? That doesn't sound like a great combo with kranskys," Adam said, frowning.

"They're made with whole wheat flour and have three vegetables in them. Don't tell," Zach said.

Ethan grinned and presented a container to Adam. "Zach made chocolate mousse just for you. It's your recess, not lunch."

Adam's jaw dropped. "Seriously? Dude, you're the best! Anything you want, just ask, it's yours."

"For mousse?" Zach asked in surprise.

"For your mousse, hell yes. I loved those mousse cake bites you made last time."

"Cool; I'll make them for this Sunday, then."

"Awesome."

"Donny, for you. Wendy, this is yours. Lay, Warren, for both of you. Robin, Justina, Terrence, you've got a choice between tofu satay, sweet chili, or vegetable curry; they're labelled, don't worry. And Eth, this is yours," Zach said, taking a box out of his bag and kissing his boyfriend's cheek.

"You made something for me?" Ethan asked, grinning when he saw the box labelled with a love heart.

"Of course. JalapeƱo poppers with spicy slaw. They're the baked kind, not fried, so they're better for you."

"Did you make anything for yourself in all of that, Zach?" Warren asked, pleasantly surprised with his container of Thai peanut noodles.

Zach frowned. "I forgot. I had a menu for everyone else."

"I'll share; this is loads of food, dude," Craig said, Ry nodding in agreement.

"You don't mind?" Zach asked, surprised yet again.

"Nah, 'course not!"

"Not going to let my friend starve, am I?" Ry asked, grinning at him.

The bell rang loudly and they realised they were all going to be late for homegroup if they had to put their food away.

"Go; I'll carry it all again," Ethan said, everyone thanking him and leaving the food in a pile to be melted down. "You okay, Zach?"

"Yeah. It's just... Ry's never called me a friend before," Zach said, smiling brightly.

Ethan kissed his cheek and took Zach's hand as they headed to their homegroup together.

...

Jewel grinned broadly when she saw Craig, hugging him firmly without waiting for Grant to catch up. "I missed you, babe. Ugh, we've got so much to tell you! But first, this," she murmured, tilting his chin and kissing him deeply, her lips and tongue rough against his.

Adam rolled his eyes, grabbed a drink from the fridge and left. "I've replenished the sanitiser; clean up wherever you make out!" he said over his shoulder.

"That sounds like a challenge to make out in as many places as possible, right, babe?" Grant asked, grinning when Craig blushed and looked adorable. "My turn."

Craig made a noise of acknowledgement in return, kissing Grant as his boyfriend pressed against him, their girlfriend's soft lips pressing against his neck.

"Hi," Grant said, pressing one more light kiss to Craig's lips.

"Hey," Craig said, smiling dopily.

"Hello to you, too," Jewel murmured, stroking her hand down Craig's chest toward his pants.

"Jewel, babe, no."

Making a frustrated noise, Jewel turned and kissed Grant like she was punishing him, bruising his lips with the force of her kiss.

"Sorry," Craig said, hating how they were frustrated because of him and his stupid age.

"You've got nothing to be sorry about, babe," Grant promised. "Does he?"

"No," Jewel said. "I just really, really, really want to get off. Ugh, I'm going to go masturbate. I'll be back later."

Craig's mind shorted out at his girlfriend's words, barely aware of the press of lips against his cheek. Grant breathed heavily against Craig's shoulder, squeezing his hand tightly.

"Fuck. I've... Sorry, babe, but I've got to go, as well..."

"Uh, yeah. Same," Craig said, both of them hurrying after Jewel to get to their individual rooms in the lower Hive.

Craig finished first, cleaning himself up, and breathing through the aftershocks of his orgasm. He wondered what Grant and Jewel had to tell him. Maybe they were getting sick of waiting to have sex? They wanted to have sex with each other, without him, and he wasn't worth waiting for? They'd changed their minds and wasted their time, almost eight months without sex?

"Craig? Babe? I'm coming in, scream if you're not decent," Jewel said, knocking at the door awkwardly with the dirt walls and vine doors.

Tugging his boxers on, Craig swallowed hard, and forced himself not to shift and hide. The vine door parted and Jewel walked inside, worry an unfamiliar expression on her face. "You okay?" Craig asked, sitting up.

"I should be asking you that. Layla said you're freaking out," Jewel said, touching her brand, her oversized shirt slipping off her shoulder and shorts practically hidden beneath the material. "She's lucky I got in one orgasm, or I probably would've jewelled her. My dorm mate is a bitch and I get no privacy in the dorms, babe," she groaned.

Craig bit his lip. "You're not horny because you have to wait? 'Cause of me?"

"Huh? No. Why would you think that? Babe, what did we say about talking?"

"That I need to talk to you and Grant. Out loud and not just in my head. And I shouldn't bottle shit up."

Jewel giggled, the sound like diamonds sparkling, and she squeezed his hand. "You definitely shouldn't bottle shit. You also shouldn't bottle up your emotions, okay, babe?"

Craig snorted at her joke and shook his head. "I'm... You're not going to break up with me, are you? You're in college now and I'm still in high school, and I'm not even a senior yet! What if I'm too immature for you?"

"You just heard the joke about shit, right?" Jewel asked, grinning. "I'm not breaking up with you, and neither is Grant, okay? We wanted to tell you about things we did at university, about people we met. I had a panic attack on the first day, and a really pretty guy called Beau flirted with me, but I told him I already have two boyfriends. Then Grant came over and he flirted with Grant, too. So... did I mention he was pretty?" Jewel said, wiggling her eyebrows.

"This isn't helping, Jewel," Craig muttered, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Let me finish the story, okay? Right, so Beau flirted with Grant. Then Beau said to let him know if we wanted another boyfriend, and that we had good taste in each other, so our other boyfriend had to be hot. He was definitely right about that," she said, kissing him.

"You're not going to leave me for this Beau guy, right?" Craig asked, once more, just for his own peace of mind.

"No, we're not. Promise," Jewel said.

"Your door's open," Grant said as he walked in, "and you're both barely dressed. What's going on and why wasn't I invited?"

"Craig thinks we're going to leave him for Beau."

"Of course we're not. We love you, Craig," Grant said, kissing him.

Logically, Craig knew that, but his fears never seemed to listen to logic or reason. He hugged Grant firmly and held Jewel's hand just as tight. "I love both of you, too."

...

Student council applications open: applications inside!

"I think it's a great idea that Principal Powers is reinstating the student council," Layla said as she read through the school newspaper.

"Are you planning on applying?" Ethan asked curiously, adjusting his glasses.

She shook her head. "Even with your timetable, I don't have the time for it. Besides, it's more restrictive than I can handle."

"Good point. Oh, good morning, Mr. Boy. Have you read the school paper?" Ethan asked, offering one to him.

"I haven't, thank you! I heard you're taking in new people for the paper; has anyone applied yet?" Mr. Boy asked brightly.

"Not yet, but I'm hopeful."

"Are you selling something, Mr. Boy?" Layla asked, seeing the badges and stickers on the table outside the cafeteria.

"Selling? Goodness, no! I made these for the students. Here, take a look, and tell me what you think," he said, setting the paper aside and holding out a sticker and badge to them.

'Everyone is unique' was written on both in rainbow coloured bubble font.

"Oh, hey! That's cool. Can I have one, Mr. Boy?" Zach asked, seeing the items as he came up with a box of school papers in hand.

"You really want one?"

"Of course. I've got five binders, is it greedy to get one sticker for each?"

Mr. Boy seemed so happy that someone liked his design and promptly put a small handful on top of the papers Zach was carrying. "It was cheaper to print a thousand than a hundred, so you can take as many as you like! The school's decorating budget is being set aside for homecoming and prom, of course, but I really did like the design, so I thought everyone else would, too. Even though Principal Powers made an odd face when I suggested the slogan 100% love - "

Zach reddened and coughed, Mr. Boy frowning at him.

"That's almost exactly what she looked like! Anyway, this slogan was voted for by the majority of staff, and I thought the stickers would be great to really drive it home. I designed it myself; it took a while to get the colours and font right, of course, but what's a weekend?"

"You designed them?"

"Well, yes. These and the banner at assembly, too. I think this font is a little more funky! I wanted a sticker for myself, and then had the thought to share with the whole school. Buying the badges as well didn't take that much out of my pay, honestly; I can still afford food and... " His words got stuck in his throat when he turned to Ethan and Layla, both wearing the badges on their clothes and a selection of stickers in their hands. His blue eyes filled with tears and he wiped them away quickly.

"Making us come to school early for the school paper when we're not even on it is just cruel, Eth. Whatcha looking at? Holy shit, stickers! And they're rainbow! Oh my god!"

"Craig, that was way too high pitched," Ry said, rubbing his ear.

"Don't care. Stickers! Oh, and badges! I'm getting a bunch. You think Grant and Jewel want some? I'm getting them some. Uh," Craig realised all four of his hands were busy carrying things for Ethan and looked to Ry pleadingly.

"Fine, I'll carry your shit. How much do we owe you, Mr. Boy?" Ry asked.

"Oh, nothing! They're free. I'll get out another box," Mr. Boy said when Craig urged Ry to get more.

"Leave enough for the others," Layla admonished lightly, even as Mr. Boy hefted a giant box onto the table.

"Ry, leave what you grabbed and get that box instead," Craig snickered. "Also, who do you think we're getting it all for? Adam's helping set up Eth's computer system with Terrence so they're probably not coming back this way 'til it's all gone."

"I have another box in my office. Do you think I should get that, too?" Mr. Boy asked as the first of the buses arrived.

"We'll look after your table, Mr. Boy," Layla offered.

"If you're fast, you can get back by the next bus," Ethan suggested.

With a look of determination from his All-American Boy days, Mr. Boy nodded and ran to his office, skidding around corners.

"We're not doing anything to these, are we? I really like them," Craig said.

"The only thing we're doing is selling them. A dollar each. Mr. Boy should be compensated; I doubt anyone asked him to buy these with his own money," Layla said.

"All right. Give me all the paper stuff. I'll take it and be back before anyone gets in the front door," Craig said, bouncing on his toes in anticipation of the challenge.

Another two arms appeared and Craig gathered all of the things for Ethan's paper, disappearing from the hallway in a second, and back empty-handed a second later.

"Did you just dump everything on the floor?" Ethan asked, narrowing his eyes.

"No! I dumped it all on a table," Craig said with a broad grin.

"Ooh, these are cute!"

"Aren't they?" Layla agreed, grinning at the students that started to gather. "A dollar each."

"Oh. Okay."

Students started to rummage in their bags and get their money out. The corridor was full by the time Mr. Boy turned the corner, struggling to carry the box full of stickers and badges. Craig was beside him in a second, smiling.

"Everyone loves your stickers and badges, Mr. B! Here, lemme help with the box," Craig offered.

Mr. Boy was so surprised by Craig's words that he didn't realise that Craig had teleported next to him without shifting. "They do? Oh, I should be there to thank everyone for taking them! I was really worried that they'd just use them to graffiti the hallways. Or themselves. Maybe I shouldn't have picked badges. Those pins are awfully sharp! Why, when I was The Commander's sidekick, one of them pricked him and he was sore for three whole days. It's too tiny for his invulnerability to recognise as a threat, you see," Mr. Boy said, when Craig looked at him curiously.

"Is that so? Well, I'll make sure to be careful with tiny pins around anyone, Mr. B. Here we go. Oh, look at all that cash."

"What?" Mr. Boy asked, looking at the pile of cash in surprise.

"They just started to offer money, Mr. Boy. It looks like everyone liked your design enough to buy it," Layla said with a bright smile, handing it to him.

"Really?"

"Yeah, 'course. Oh, here's some for the bunch of stickers I got," Craig added, pulling out a small wad of cash from his wallet and adding it to the pile. "I'm going to stick some on Adam's back when he's not looking."

"Yeah, right," Zach snorted.

"You're going to waste your stickers," Ethan said, shaking his head.

"I'm not wasting them, I'm sticking them! That's what they're designed for!"

Mr. Boy was still shocked by the money and the fact that more was coming in, students handing cash hand over fist for his little design!

"We'd better get ready for homegroup. See you later, Mr. Boy!" Layla said, her friends calling out their farewells as they left. Ry was trying to stick a sticker on Craig, even though Craig was already wearing a sticker on his hat; Zach sporting a sticker on his back, and Ethan adjusting his badge so it sat straight on his shirt lapel.

Mr. Boy continued to offer free badges and stickers, but as the students had already heard the cost of a dollar, he continued to receive money. It would go back to the students, he determined, even as the boxes emptied out faster than he anticipated.

...

"Have there been any applicants for the paper, Eth?" Robin asked, looking through containers to find something they liked.

"Ooh, the rainbow vegetable thingy. I want that," Justina said, pointing to it.

Robin handed it to her, looking to Ethan as he finished his mouthful.

"It's only been a few hours, Robin. Everyone's too excited about the stickers and badges to notice the school paper. Maybe tomorrow. I'm not expecting any responses until next week," Ethan said with a shrug, eating his lunch and hoarding the food so no one would take away his love heart shaped omelets.

"They're not that excited about the stickers, are they? Never mind," Robin said, shaking their head as Craig sat down literally covered in stickers.

"Super Jesus, Craig! How long did that take you?" Zach asked, his eyes wide.

"About twenty seconds. The joints are uncomfortable, but I don't care," he said, grinning from beneath a badge-covered hat.

"You almost stabbed yourself in the head with the badge pins, Cee. Take the damn hat off before one of them unclips," Adam said.

"Ooh, that'd hurt," Terrence said, wincing.

"Fine," Craig said with an exaggerated sigh, taking his hat off and putting it on the bench beside him.

" - you sure you don't mind? I can just sit on my own," Magenta said, even as Layla and Wendy herded her over to their table.

"Of course we don't mind, silly. We're friends, remember?" Layla said, shaking her head.

Craig choked on his laughter, hurrying to bite into one of his homemade tater tots. "Dude, what did you make these out of?"

"Vegetables and a shitton of cheese, why?"

"'Cause I'm stealing you from Ethan. Marry me?"

Zach laughed and shook his head. "Nah, I'm happy with Eth. I'll still cook for you, though."

"Fuck yes."

"Ow!" Magenta cried out, accidentally sitting on Craig's hat and jumping up in the next second, a pin unclipping and stabbing her in the ass.

"Oh, no. Are you okay?" Layla asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Craig said, checking his squished hat and re-pinning the badge.

"She meant Magenta, dork," Wendy said, though she looked like she was trying hard not to laugh.

"I'm okay. It was just a surprise," Magenta said, sitting down quickly when she saw several people around the cafeteria looking at her.

"What do you have for lunch, Magenta?" Justina asked.

Remembering the straight-spoken girl from the disastrous barbecue, Magenta smiled. "It's the cafeteria special for today: Italian sub."

"Are you sure you should be eating that?" Ry asked, wincing when he recognised several of the ingredients from the cafeteria's pizzas last year.

Magenta didn't know what to say, or whether she should say anything to Ry when he'd caused her boyfriend's suspension. Well, that's what Will had told her, anyway. He'd said that Ry had picked a fight with him, but then Principal Powers suspended him because she believed Ry. Will was sure he was being punished because he wouldn't hit a girl, even if the girl looked like a guy.

"What's wrong with a sub?" Magenta asked with a frown, looking at the containers of food around the table. "What are you all eating? Where'd you get the food?" she asked, even as she took a bite of her food.

"We're trying a potluck thing," Adam said, not looking up from his phone, even as he grabbed a sushi roll and bit into it.

"The sushi is a little, uh, floppy. It's difficult to get them as firm and solid on the first try! And stop looking at me like that, I know you want to make an innuendo. Just eat your tater tots," Zach said, rolling his eyes at Craig's cheek-stuffed face.

"Chipmunk," Ethan said, taking a photo and sending it to Heidi through the group chat.

She sent back several laughing emojis. Another message came through a second after that.

Is that Magenta at your table? WTF?

Layla: she's the entertainment :D

Warren: zap her, if you'd like

Heidi: of course I'd like. Let me know when I can fry her 3

"Ow, shit!"

Adam: the Italian sub she's eating is sauce on a roll with the old pizza toppings scraped on top

Grant: that's disgusting.

Craig: anyone wanna bet on how long it takes for her to hurl?

Jewel: gross! I bet on an hour. That was about the time for the pizzas, right?

Magenta was hungry and managed to eat half of her Italian sub in five minutes. The conversations continued around her and she answered with nods or shakes of her head, trying not to feel too jealous at the smorgasbord the others were eating.

"Are you feeling okay, Magenta?" Wendy asked, eyes wide with concern.

"Huh? I'm fine, why?" she asked, taking another bite of her sub.

Wendy's time of ten minutes passed with Magenta not looking sickly at all. Annoyed that she'd lost the bet, Wendy finished eating her food, stealing a cheesy tater tot while Craig was distracted with texts from his girlfriend and boyfriend. Ry held his container closer, narrowing his eyes at Wendy, who just grinned back at him.

"We're going to walk around the school; are you coming, Magenta?" Layla asked, standing and taking Warren's hand.

Justina was already at the door, antsy and eager to walk, Craig making noises of protest that everyone knew he didn't actually mean.

"Uh, yeah. Sure," Magenta said, wiping her hands on her jeans, and vaguely wondering where all of the containers had disappeared to; she'd been so focused on eating that she hadn't even noticed. Glad that they'd waited until she'd finished eating this time, Magenta put her tray away and hurried after her friends.

An hour later, Magenta ran from English for Hero Support without explanation. Mr. Boy was surprised by her exit and looked to the class in confusion.

"The cafeteria scraped the pizza toppings onto bread rolls, Mr. Boy," Ethan said helpfully, even as a few more students covered their mouths and ran from the classroom.

Zach: one hour! What were we betting, anyway?

Jewel: woo, I win! No idea; how about you just give me money?

Adam: 3 mill isn't enough for you?

Jewel: diamonds are expensive 3

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End of the hundred and twenty-eighth chapter.

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