Day 96:

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Dipper opened his eyes. The drawers of his dresser were opening and closing on their own. Most 22 year old guys would have screamed like a baby. But not Dipper. He rolled his eyes, sat up, turned on his night vision camera that was lent to him, set it up, and stated:

"Alright, Lizzie. I know you don't want me here, and I don't want to be here, so I'm going to level with you. I need to do this because my wife is about to have a baby, and I don't have the job or position to take care of this. So I'm working on a paranormal degree to fix that. So, I'm not leaving for another two weeks. Sorry. But it's only two weeks so you work with me on this and we can make this as painless as possible."

He lied back down. An old clock flew off the shelf and landed in the floor.

"Sorry," Dipper sighed. "But it is what it is."

A framed picture of Lizzie flew into the floor.

"If you think you are going to scare me away, you're not. I've seen some crap."

Nothing happened for a while. Then the door opened and the hall light switch came on.

"Nope, not leaving." Dipper insisted.

A candlestick lifted off a table then flew down the hall.

"Ouch!" someone shouted from down the hall.

Dipper frowned in confusion. Stood up, grabbed the camera, and walked into the hall. George was lying in the floor, rubbing the back of his head.

"What are you doing up?" Dipper deamanded to know.

"What are you doing up?" George returned.

"Ghost woke me up."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"Well, we are sleeping in a haunted house on a paranormal investiagtion…"

"Whatever," George said as he got up and walked off. "Just gotta use the restroom."

"Bathroom is that way," Dipper said as he followed after him. "Where are you really going?"

"None of your business," George muttered. Dipper narrowed his eyes. He wasn't convinced, but he didn't want to get in trouble. He turned and started heading back to this room, then stopped and looked over his shoulder. George was just now heading down the staris. Dipper waited behind a little while, then followed at a distance so George wouldn't notice him. He was only half way down when he heard the printer going off. Dipper quickened the pace as he ran to the office. He almost screamed at the sight, but kept his head, and ran up to the professor's room.

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"George, I hope you realize how serious this is," the professor said.

"It was just a prank!" George insisted.

"Just a prank!?" Dipper screeched. "It's bad enough you hacked into my messages, but that you would go and print off private pictures of my wife that were only for me to see! With the intentions of putting the in everyone's room!?"

"Oh, c'mon, it-"

"This is a serious isue, George," the professor said again. "This qualifies as hacking and exploitation. If he wishes to, Mr. Pines could press charges against you for this."

"Oh, and you can bet I will!" Dipper seethed.

"And what will that do?" George asked.

"Maybe teach you not to creep on other men's wives? Or women in general."

"B-b-b-but I didn't hurt anyone!"

"You broke the law, Mr. Shaw," the professor sighed. "And have put Mr. Pines and his wife in a severely uncomfortable situation. This is also not the first time you have harrassed Mr. Pines, if I am correct."

"I'm just trying to loosen him up! I mean, c'mon. He never goes out on the town! Never mingles outside of our class! Never even drinks! That's not normal for a 22-year-old guy! I was trying to help him."

"WHA-"

The professor cut George off. "What Mr. Pines does with his free time is none of your business. Even if it was, the fact that he has a different idea of fun and relaxation than you and the other students in this program does not excuse you harrassing him."

"He's a prick!" George insisted. "He hardly even talks to us."

"No, I hardly talk to YOU. For obvious reasons."

"And, as I understand," the professor continued. "Mr. Pines has a family to care for, and therefore has priorities outside of making friends that are taking up most of his time."

"But-"

"I don't know what your reasons on, and it doesn't really matter. What you have been doing is unexcusable, and I have no choie but to expell you."

George's mouth fell open. "Over a prank!?"

"Over a crime," the professor stated flatly. "I have already called a Uber. Here is your plane ticket back to Maryland. Pack your bags, and wait outside to be picked up."

George stood, flipped the chair, and pointed a finger at Dipper. "This isn't over Pines!" he shouted, and then stormed out.

"I'm so sorry, Dipper," the professor sighed. "If there's anything I can do…"

"Thanks," Dipper nodded before collecting the pictures George had printed off and heading back to his room. He went into the bathroom of his room and began burning the pictures one by one. As he did so he heard a small shudder in his room. He smiled slightly.

"Thanks, Lizzie."

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"Problem."

Preston sighed. "What?"

"I got caught and now I'm the one getting kicked out! I needed these classes, man!"

Preston thought. This was definately a setback. Still, he could twist this to his favor. Afterall, what hurt the boy hurt Pacifica, and he needed her to feel pain. "I'll pay you back. Now, make sure to keep pestering him."

"Come on, dude! I've already lost enough!"

"I'll double what I said I'd pay you. Now, here's what I want you to do…"