I do not own Rocket Power...


Reggie was still mad at Sam for laughing at the sexist joke. He sat beside her during their lunch period.

"Reg, I'm sorry. It was sexist, and I shouldn't have laughed." Sam pleaded.

"Yeah. You shouldn't have." Reggie snapped. "Not only am I forced to do this stupid 18th debut that Raymundo spent money on, but I also get into a car wreck and now fit the stereotype for a woman driver!"

"Reggie, you are a good driver. You are better than Otto. Accidents happen." Sam said.

"Whatever, Sammy," Reggie said and then looked at the clock. "Crap! My dad is here already talking to the principal. Lars should bring the car by soon."

"Look, your dad and Otto are in the hallway." Sam pointed out.

Reggie turned around and saw Raymundo and Otto talking to the vice principal. She gathered her things and caught up with them.

"Dad...you're here...where is Noelani?" Reggie asked.

"She dropped me off and drove back to the shack to help Tito," Raymundo answers as he saw Reggie run over.

"Oh...right...what is the news on Otto?" Reggie asked casually.

"I'm suspended for three days, and Rothstein is going to be on administrative leave." Otto chuckled.

"Rocket Boy, don't think that I support what you did. But he should not be talking down to students like that." Raymundo said. "I'm proud you stood up to him in there."

"So am I no longer grounded?" Otto looked hopeful.

"Oh no. You still have to serve your punishment for disrespect." Raymundo said. "We are driving to the shack, and you are going to help us out."

Otto cursed under his breath. Reggie followed her family, who were headed out the door.

"Reggie, why aren't you in class?" Ray asked.

"Well, it's my lunch period and well...I saw you guys and...well about the car..."

"Oh. You parked near the school. Good job, Rocket Girl." Ray walked to the car with Otto.

Reggie was relieved to see the car until she heard a whistle and turned around. Lars was smiling smugly against his uncle's truck swinging the keys around.

"Don't you need to turn the car on with these?" he said with arrogance in his voice.

Reggie ran over to grab the keys from him only for Lars to hold them up teasing her.

"Lars, I swear...give me the keys..." Reggie said with impatience in her voice.

Lars dropped them by her feet and said, "Ooops..."

Reggie picked up the keys and glared at Lars. She then called, "Hey, Raymundo, catch!"

She threw the keys to her father, who only waved goodbye. Reggie watched her family drive off, and she took a big breath of relief. She turned to Lars and said, "As much as I don't like you...thank you! You are a life saver!"

"Oh so you don't like me, but I'm your life saver?" Lars laughed.

"Well, you and your uncle saved me from getting busted. So thank you." Reggie said. "And I should be getting back inside...now..."

Reggie ran up their stairs to her school. Little did she know, Lars was checking her out as she walked away. He could've sworn that she had gotten much prettier from when they were kids, and she had a great body now. As he was getting back in the truck, he heard her yell, "Hey!"

Reggie ran back to him and said, "In two weeks from Saturday...what are you doing?"

"Uh...how the hell should I know?" Lars answered with a nervous chuckle.

"I take that as you are open because I owe you," Reggie asked.

"You owe me?" Lars asked slightly confused.

"Well...let me elaborate. I'm having an 18th birthday debut. Hawaiian tradition says that once a girl hits the age of 18, she is to have a big party and my dad is forcing me into this, and I have no choice."

"Sounds like a quince," Lars stated.

"Sort of. Anyway, my brother mentioned to me that if I want to piss my dad off and make him cancel the party, I should bring a date who is a complete loser."

"And I'm a complete loser?" Lars asked somewhat offended.

"Well...you aren't a very nice person and my dad would hate you and be so mad at me for bringing you as my escort."

"Wow...I fix your car in a day, and now I'm a loser." Lars said with dry humor in his voice. "If that is how you feel about me, then no. Sorry. No favors for you."

Lars was about to hop back into the truck, and Reggie said, "Please! Make my dad regret spending the money for the party that I don't want. No other guy I know is as charmingly manipulative as you!"

Lars thought for a moment and said, "When you said escort...you don't mean anything along the lines of prostitution?"

"No!" Reggie snapped. "I'm not sleeping with you or anyone else so get that idea out of your head!"

"I'm kidding. Relax. Man, women take everything seriously."

"Your only job is to walk me into my party. Will you do it?" Reggie demanded.

"What's in it for me?" Lars asked.

"Things all guys love...fake commitment and free food. Plus, I will pay you to pretend to be my scumbag boyfriend and to have my dad and family hate you and regret doing this for me. Name your price." Reggie said.

"$100.00," Lars said.

"How about $35.00. I'm kind of broke."

"$80.00."

"$35.00."

"50.00. That's my final offer."

"Fine. $50.00." Reggie said defeated. "Let me give you my number."

Reggie and Lars exchanged numbers at that moment. Reggie said, "So I will tell my dad you are my escort and if he wants to have a word with you, which I'm sure he does, wear something that says, 'Hey, sir. I want to screw your daughter on your sofa.'"

"What?" Lars said to her.

"Just do it!" Reggie snapped.

"Okay. Okay. You aren't demanding." Lars snickered.

"Lastly, when you meet my dad, please make sexist comments. I'm sure he will hate that." Reggie said.

"You got it, Princess."

"And don't call me Princess."

Reggie watched Lars drive away and smiled to herself. Her dad was going to regret throwing the party.


"So dad...I wanted to apologize for giving you shit earlier about my party." Reggie said over dinner. "And, Otto, sorry for being a bitch this morning."

"Eh...I'm use to it." Otto said with his mouth full.

"It's fine, Reggie," Raymundo said.

The Rockets were eating dinner. Reggie was acting chipper at the moment.

"Gee, Reggie," Noelani started, "you are in a good mood. Have a good day?"

"You can say that," Reggie replied. "I wanted to talk to you both about something. It's about my party." Reggie said.

"Oh yeah? What is it?" Ray asked.

"Well, when I said I didn't have an escort, you gave Tito the job. Well, Tito doesn't have to do it anymore. I got someone on such short notice, and he said yes." Reggie said.

"Who is it?" Otto looked interested in as did Ray and Noelani.

"It's Twister's older brother, Lars," Reggie said.

Ray and Otto almost choked on their food.

"Lars?" Otto said in shock. "You asked him?"

"Yeah...why not?" Reggie said.

"Reggie...he's an asshole!" Otto said.

"Otto that was...what five or six years ago? When I ran into him today...after school...he was actually very nice." Reggie said.

"I don't know, Reg...Lars wasn't very nice to you guys when you were younger." Raymundo said.

"Well, maybe he's changed. You should invite him over for dinner and talk to him." Noelani suggested. "Give it a chance."

"Besides, he said he would do it, and he wants to talk with you, dad. What do you say?" Reggie added.

Ray looked reluctant and then said, "Friday night at 7. Have him come over for dinner. I want to talk to him. Maybe I should talk to Twister's parents too."

"No need to!" Reggie said. "I'm sure his parents are cool with it."

Otto got up from the table and said, "Excuse me. I need to go puke."


Reggie walked in Otto's room, who was fixing his skateboard.

"Why did you ask Lars?" Otto asked.

"Well, it was your idea to invite fuck boy to my party as my escort. Plus, I know dad will hate Lars, and I will retaliate, and he will regret throwing me the party."

"Yeah. But when I said fuck boy, I didn't mean Lars. The guy is a complete dick!"

"Exactly. Plus, he isn't one of the lame-os we go to school with. So it will be okay. Thanks for the idea, Rocket boy!" Reggie was about to head to her room only for Otto to call back, "Is he really coming to dinner Friday?"

Reggie's phone buzzed. She looked down and smiled indicating that was Lars.

"Yes, he is. 7 pm sharp." Reggie said.

"Well, I will be in Mad Town. I'm not going to attend dinner with Lars here. Sorry not sorry." Otto said.

"Suit yourself," Reggie said.