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Chapter 07 (Day 02, Part 3) - The Best Nightmare Come True

"Ezekiel, will you relax? You're going to be dancing with Bridgette, not wrestle a bear!"

Katie was shaking the prairie boy by the shoulders. He had not calmed down since the Freaks 'n Geeks had returned to the communal restrooms. "But... but but... but-"

"Snap out of it," Sadie shouted, and gave him a shove from behind. Unfortunately, she didn't check her strength, and knocked the young man flat on his face. "Oops... sorry."

"Great, give him a bruised face for his first date," Noah said as he watched them. "You two aren't exactly mellowing him out by yelling at him. I suppose next you'll tell him we'll lose the whole thing if he doesn't calm down?"

"Noah, stop being such a jerk and help us out already," Gwen snapped at him, glaring as usual.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, sounding almost rhetorical. "I'm not exactly an expert on any field here."

"Then shut up and stay out of the way," Eva snarled at him. Ever since she had got back, she had taken the white dress that was obviously for her, and held it at arm's length; she hadn't managed to pull it any closer to her, as if she was afraid it was burn or bite her.

"None of you are exactly being cooperative," Duncan replied. He was leaning against the wall, smirking as he watched the five get ready. "But if any of the girls need help getting dressed, I'll be glad to cooperate."

The girls all glared at him, except for Beth who was putting on lip gloss. She puckered up, giggled, and then grabbed an eyeliner.

"You know that just increases the chance of you looking messy," Gwen told her as she watched.

"How? I'm not gonna wipe my mouth on my thleeve," Beth asked, looking genuinely confused.

"No, I meant the eyeliner. What if it runs?"
"I will take that chance. Sadie is."

Gwen looked over that the larger BFFF, who was Katie getting ready. The thinner girl was helping zip up the pure white dress on her friend, and the two were talking nonstop now. They had obviously forgot about Ezekiel, who was now looking at his white tuxedo as if it was too sacred to touch.

He had also found a white toque on a small table, pure white as everything else; Chris really had thought of everything. "So, um...," he turned around to the others, "is it really important that I know how to dance?"

"Of course, dude," Cody almost shouted as he ran over to Ezekiel. "You're going out with a pretty girl who is going to expect you to live up to her expectations. The least you can do is prepare yourself."

"It's not a date, Bridgette is taken, she's fervently hoping she can humiliate him more, and his preparation involves plans on how to, if possible, spill oil on her white dress," Gwen pointed out as she retrieved her dress from the rack.

"Yeah, if you want to look at it negatively," Cody replied. "Look, Ezekiel, Chris said every spill or splash had to look like an accident. It won't look like an accident unless, while you're dancing with her, you dip her head into the cake."

"That's a great idea," Katie shouted, clapping her hands. "And you know what? I can give you some pointers on dancing! I showed Sadie how to dance!"

"Oh, that's so true," Sadie shouted, clapping as well. "I'm a great dancer now, thanks to Katie!

"So here's what we'll do," Katie said, taking the lead. "Ezekiel, get into your tux. Sadie, you'll be his partner when he's ready, and I'll give instructions.

"Gwen, put on a little eyeliner. You'll need to distract Geoff, we all know men can get distracted by a pretty girl's eyes staring at them."

The goth girl looked uncertain at first, then nodded. "True," she said, wincing as Beth helped zip up her dress.

"Beth, you and the others plan on how we can get the popular people to look like train wrecks. And Eva, for goodness sake, put on that dress!"
The weightlifter growled, then sulkingly went into a shower stall for some privacy.

Ezekiel, in his white tuxedo, was holding hands with Sadie soon after Katie's instructions. The thinner girl told Ezekiel how to spin Sadie around, how to dip her (at which point, Ezekiel almost dropped the heavier girl), and how to perform a few other basic moves. The only problem was, Sadie wasn't the lightest on her feet, and said feet kept coming down on Ezekiel's.

"Sadie, he has to be able to walk to the prom," Eva commented as she watched them. The ravenhaired athlete was in her dress, which would have made her look enchanting; however, Eva's ugly snarl was a major off-put.

"I'm trying, sorry," Sadie apologized. She stopped after she, for the nth time, accidentally planted her foot on Ezekiel's.

"Ow! You keep stamping on my foot, eh," the prairie boy hopped away, leaning against the sink counter and wincing in pain.

"Well, it's your fault, you keep putting them under mine," said Sadie. She giggled, then looked guilty.

"Maybe it's for the best," Katie said, "Bridgette might stomp on your feet to distract you."

"I don't think she's that devious, eh."

"You're probably right, she's a really sweet girl," the thin BFFF said, smiling. "You're quite lucky to be her partner."

"I wish you'd all stop saying that. She's taken, eh."

"Geoff is so excited about this prom, I doubt he'll mind that much," Katie said with a giggle. She whirled around to the others, and barked out, "Any ideas yet?"

"A few," Noah replied. He and the others shared their ideas with their teammates, earning a lot of giggles and evil grins. Most of Izzy's suggestions had to be ignored, for very obvious reasons.

A knock on the door startled them, and Owen peeked his head in. "Two minutes, guys! Better head back to the cafeteria," he said before leaving.

"Okay, ready?" Katie said to the five contestants.

"Ready," they replied, and Eva and Gwen added, "unfortunately."

"Wait wait," Harold shouted. He was holding one of the disposable cameras in his hand. "I want to get a picture before you all get dirty!"

Most of the others groaned, looking rather annoyed by this. Harold frowned right back, and said, "You should remember this, at least this part right here, as a happy memory. Gosh! You're ready to go, you look great, why not celebrate with a picture?"

"Harold's right," Izzy shouted, jumping up and down. "Come on, you five white-wearing prom-goers, get together."

The five huddled together. Ezekiel squatted down in front of the four ladies, Sadie having her hand on his right shoulder, and Gwen's hand on his left. The larger BFFF had her left arm around Beth, and Gwen leaned against Eva.

"Smile," Izzy said. She had to glare at Eva and shriek, "You too, Eva! NOW," for the bodybuilder to smile along.

"Cheese," Harold shouted, then snapped a couple photos.

(Confession Cam - Not a place for photography.)

Eva - "Okay, I'll admit this to the Confession Cam, but not to them. I was actually... a little happy then. It was like I was part of something, and that we were going at it like a team. I hated that dress more than anything, but...," \she actually smiles\ "it was fun, in a way."

Cody - \swoons\ "Gwen looked so nice in her dress! ... No, Cody, don't obsess!" \he smacks himself\

Izzy - "I still don't understand why they didn't want to try my suggestion of smearing honey on their opponents and releasing a beehive in the cafeteria. Maybe they thought it was too cliché, done too many times."

"You look so beautiful, Bridgette."

"And you look very handsome, Geoff."

The party animal chuckled, looking sheepish about it. "Aww, shucks. It's probably the new hat," he said as he pointed to the white cowboy hat he was now wearing.

"No, you are handsome," the surfer girl replied, beaming at him.

Geoff couldn't resist anymore. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and leaned in to kiss her. She puckered up too, but before their lips touched, Heather pulled them apart.

"No no no," the queen bee shouted. "I just did Bridgette's make-up, you are not going to smear it, lover boy."

"I still cannot believe I agreed to that," Bridgette said as she walked away from Heather.

Looking back, she felt foolish for agreeing to let Lindsay and Heather put all those beauty products on her face. Bridgette, who always went for a natural look, now felt like she had applied a coat of paint to her face; it itched, and she hated the feel of lipstick on her mouth.

"You're the only girl," Heather had reasoned, "and Ezekiel is a homeschooled redneck who's only thrill is Baywatch. You be Pam, and charm the socks off him so that he won't even notice you're dipping him in tar or something, got it?"

Bridgette had resented all of what Heather said, especially since she knew Ezekiel was different now. She actually felt sorry for him, she felt like a shallow skank who'd be using a guy to get whatever she wanted.

It was amazing how many times she thought to herself, "This is something Heather would do, yuck."

The four boys were almost ready. Tyler was flexing in his white tuxedo; Justin was practicing his look, which was so good that Bridgette felt Beth had no chance; Geoff was almost bouncing off the kitchen walls in excitement; and Trent was talking to the others about humiliation strategies.

Courtney was so good at coming up with them, it almost scared Bridgette. Leshawna had a few good ideas, but poor DJ wasn't really helping. She remembered how DJ helped play pranks on Harold in TDI (something she still really resented the boys doing), but it was obvious he wasn't good at coming up with mean tricks on his own.

When Chef burst in, shouting at all of them to come onto the dance floor, Geoff was the first one out. The five contestants were told to stand in the center of the room, and the others had to sit at the tables at the far end of the cafeteria, opposite of the disc jockey stand.

The first Freaks 'n Geeks member to arrive was Izzy, who waved at everyone like a guest of honor. "Woohoo, looking good, guys," she shouted, eyeing the five popular kids in white; she wolf-whistled, and then howled like a real wolf.

"Where are the contestants, Izzy?" asked Chris, a little unnerved. The host was sitting in a chair on the left side of the disc jockey stand. Owen was sitting on the right side, waving at Izzy.

"Oh, they're coming," she said, giggling. "They had to be escorted since the field is still muddy."

"How does escorting them help?" Courtney asked.

Her question was answered when she saw Katie and Harold carrying Sadie into the cafeteria. The large BFFF thanked them as they set her down, her brunette nerd escort gasping for air.

Cody carried Gwen, Noah carried Beth, and Duncan carried a very angry Eva. Izzy, who had headed back, returned holding Ezekiel over her head.

"Go splatter her," Izzy shouted at him, then smacked his butt. He let out a startled yelp and leapt in the air.

"Okay, lucky goers of prom night," Chris cried out, waving his hands. "The ten contestants are to be on the dance floor, while everyone else is to remain seated. No helping the ten dancers, that is against the rules!

"You have three songs until the contest is over. Now, begin the humiliation!"

The first song, one with a medium pace, started to play. Beth grinned and began her first plan: talking. As she shouted to Justin about how good he looked, spit flew from her mouth and splattered his jacket.

Eva grabbed Trent's hands, and started dancing with him, very fast and jerky; the poor musician wailed as he was whipped around by the muscular girl.

Geoff and Gwen smiled at each other, bowing their heads respectively at each other, and began dancing. The goth girl leaned her head against the tall party animal's chest; Geoff was okay with this at first, then realized Gwen's newly-dyed green highlights had stained his suit.

Tyler and Sadie had grinned at each other, and the two began dancing. Sure enough, the large BFFF girl accidentally stepped on Tyler's foot, and the athlete hobbled away from the girl. He went to get some punch, and when Sadie hugged him from behind, he accidentally spilt some of the red liquid on his sleeve.

Ezekiel, red in the face, looked at Bridgette in awe. "You... you look... wow," he began, but something caught his eye. "Hey, Bridgette, are you wearing make-up?"

"Heather forced me to," she admitted, shrugging her shoulders. When she had her hands up in the air, the prairie boy took one gently and kissed the back of her hand.

"You look enchanting," he said with a grin. Bridgette smiled back, then noticed an greasy stain on her glove where Ezekiel had kissed her. "Oh sorry," he said, licking his lips and grinning more, "forgot about my chap stick."

(.Confession Cam - maC noissfonC.)

Noah - \chuckles\ "That was my idea."

Bridgette smirked at Ezekiel. "I guess it's on then," she replied.

"Indeed."

Trent was still being thrown around by Eva, the two dancing far too fast for the moderate pace of the song. Tyler spun around and offered Sadie some punch, but he thrust his arm forward too fast and splashed some on her shoulder. Geoff cleaned out his ear with a finger then 'accidentally' wiped it on the shoulder of Gwen's dress.

Justin went to get some punch, standing on the opposite side of the table. Beth watched him, grinning, rocking back and forth on her feet as she held a cup of punch. The male model, very subtlety, rested his arm against the side of the large punch bowl; the curve of the bowl was right above his arm.

Geoff, who was part of this plan, noticed Justin was in place. He waved to the model, who raised his arm to wave back. Tilting the bowl up, the vibrant punch curved out of the bowl in a small wave and splashed all over Beth.

The Freaks 'n Geeks gasped in horror, and the Cool Kids' Club members cheered. Beth, horrified, managed to react. With a scream, she threw her hands into the air shouting, "My dress," and the cup of punch in her hand flew up high. It came down on Justin, staining the shoulder and front of his jacket.

He looked down at himself, and sighed. He grabbed hold of his jacket...

"No, Justin," Leshawna shouted, "don't ri-"

Too late. The male model tore off his white jacket, revealing his bare chest to all. The popular kids all cried out in frustration; Beth swooned and fell backwards, right into the puddle of punch that Justin spilt.

Geoff and Gwen were giggling at this turn of events, and the party animal spun her around; she didn't realize until the second spin that she was walking in the punch, the red liquid staining the bottom of her white heels.

"Slow down, slow down," Trent was screaming at Eva. The two were sweating hard, staining their white clothes; the musician was starting to look sick.

Sadie ran over to get cake, but couldn't resist the temptation and scraped some up with her finger. Tyler came up behind her and asked, loudly, if she was getting a piece for her. She flinched, and half of her hand wound up with black frosting on it. The large BFFF whipped around and grabbed his shoulders in mock affection, staining his clothes with the same frosting.

Ezekiel and Bridgette continued to dance, and the surfer girl backed the prairie boy into the wall. Though the paint was long dry, the rub caused black stains; he didn't see it, but he was pretty sure they were there. With a smirk, he flipped one of her blond bangs, letting it fall over her eye. She rubbed at it absent-mindedly, which stained her glove with eyeshadow.

"I hate make-up," she admitted. "I told Heather it'd only hurt, but she wouldn't listen."

"Shame she wasn't voted off, eh?"

"Yeah. Listen, I'm gonna grab some cake, want some?"

"I don't have chocolate cake often, sure!"

As they headed over, they passed Tyler and Sadie. The jock was holding a plate with a slice of cake on it. Sadie waved at them, her fork with cake still on it splattering his face and white headband. The jock flinched, and 'jerked' his hands upward; the cake slapped Sadie in the face, then fell down her front. Sadie sputtered, pretending to cry as she buried her face into Tyler's jacket, rubbing the cake on her face on him.

Bridgette handed Ezekiel a plate with a slice of cake on it, and the prairie boy realized he might end up like Sadie. When the blond surfer came back, she stumbled, obviously trying to knock the cake into him. He thrust the plate to him, and their combined motions knocked the delicious slice onto their feet.

They stared down at the mess, then burst out laughing. "Well, that just sucks, doesn't it?" Bridgette asked him.

"Ayup."

The first song came to an end, and the second song started up. The face was very fast, and Eva used this to her advantage. Her dancing, though Trent didn't think it was possible, became even more frenetic, and he was attached the roller coaster ride that was this dance. He was starting to turn green as the world blurred around him.

(Confession Cam - Where people go when sick as well.)

Trent - "I wonder what I did to Chris to make him hate me enough to pair me up with Eva. Dancing with her is like trying to wrestle a crazed bull, one that is determined to wipe every last bit of energy out of you."

Beth, who had stood up ever since her swooning faint, jumped away from the thrashing Trent and Eva. Her hands pushed the punch bowl and splashed more out, onto Justin's pants and the front of Beth's dress.

"Oops, thorry," she said to Justin, who shrugged politely.

Realizing some punch had got on her glasses, she took them up and held them up in the light. Unbeknownst to her, the glare from one of the lights was amplified by the glass, and the beam of light shone directly on Tyler's pants. Like a magnifying glass to ants, the bottom of Geoff's pant leg started to heat up, then caught fire.

The party animal screamed and ran around, and in the process of his panic, he knocked Sadie into the cake; the three layers came down on her, and Owen screamed in horror. Ezekiel yelled that he was getting the hose, and ran outside. Beth tried blowing on Geoff's pant leg, chasing him around. Gwen grabbed the punch bowl and tossed the liquid as best as she could towards Geoff, but he ran away at the last second and the punch splashed Sadie.

Ezekiel, with mud on his shoes and pant legs, sprayed Geoff with the hose. Even when the fire was out, the prairie boy hosed him off a little more. A drenched Geoff let out a sigh of relief, then went back to Gwen.

"Well, that was pretty cool," he said, looking down at her. As she grinned, water that had collected in the brim of his hat poured onto her face. He apologized, genuinely sorry, as she sputtered, her make-up running. Long trails of black formed on her face.

As Ezekiel started to take the hose back outside, Trent couldn't take being spun around by Eva for another second. He bolted for the door, but was only able to take two steps before falling on his butt. The musician then threw up, splattering his own pants with vomit.

The prairie boy noticed this, then looked down at Trent. "I'm not supposed to intentionally mess you up, but if you want me to...," he mimed hosing Trent off, and the musician agreed. Helping Gwen's boyfriend up, Ezekiel led the dizzy man outside and sprayed his pants off.

Beth was now enjoying some cake, and offered some to Justin, who politely refused. She was about to offer some to Sadie, when she saw that her teammate was caked in cake. The farm girl shrugged, dropping some of the crumbs of her cake on her date's shoes.

Eva tapped her foot, waiting for Trent to come back. Instead, Ezekiel came back in with the hose and sprayed out the vomit on the floor; he managed to hit Tyler and Bridgette's legs with water before finally discarding the hose.

"That was pretty cool, Ezekiel," Bridgette said as he returned to her. "You saved Geoff back there, and I thank you for that."

"Just helping out a man on fire, eh," the prairie boy replied, grinning.

Geoff, panting hard, went to scrape the remaining punch from the bowl that Gwen had not thrown out. He started to drink it, when Tyler came and slapped on the back, 'accidentally' causing the party animal to spit-take all over Gwen. The goth girl blinked at this, then smirked.

"I'll make you pay for that," she said, playful but threatening.

"Sorry about that," Geoff said, stumbling towards her. The two broke out into dance once more, as did the other couples.

Then the third song started to play, and much to the surprise of everyone (except Chris and Chef), it was a slow song. Geoff and Gwen, who were close enough friends to be comfortable with this, pulled each other close and slow danced. Gwen pressed her body against Geoff, his jacket now stained with punch and mascara too; he in turn held her by the arms, but a sudden spin caused him to almost tear her sleeve off.

Beth was the envy of every girl on Wawanakwa, as she was pressed up against Justin's too-beautiful-to-describe chest. The model was trying to think of anything else he could do, but she was far too distracted to think of anything else.

Sadie and Tyler danced close together, but when the jock tried to dip her, he couldn't hold her weight and, unintentionally this time, let her drop on the floor, in the water and punch.

Trent, who had recovered from his vomiting, came back in. He and Eva performed the most awkward of slow dances, where they were at full arms' length away.

Ezekiel, who was panicking inside the moment the slow song started, shrugged at Bridgette. "Katie and Sadie didn't teach me how to dance like this, eh."

"Then let me," Bridgette offered, taking his hands. Putting one of his arms around her waist, and holding his other hand, she leaned against him. "Don't be nervous, Ezekiel."

"Wh-what makes you think I'm nervous?"

"Your heart is pounding harder than a storm's waves against the rocks," she said, unable to stop from giggling. "Sorry about the surfer metaphor, it's a little bit of a bad habit of mine."

"N-no problem, eh," he replied, smiling awkwardly.

He was certain that this was her plan to get him anxious, and it was working pretty darn well. Ezekiel could feel himself perspire, not to mention feel a little dizzy. Bridgette's body warmth could be felt through her dress, her own heartbeat against his chest. She was relaxing her head on his shoulder, and even though he knew she was rubbing her make-up on his jacket, he couldn't care less about the contest now.

"Now you know how to dance like this for your own prom," she said to him, her playful tone still in her voice. Her arms were around his back, holding him closer to her. "However, I would suggest you lead when you take a girl out. Want to try?"

"S-sure."

"Just no leading me towards the punch or cake," she whispered, smiling up at him.

"I think we've ruined it already, eh," he said.

The song lasted another minute, and then it was all over. The audience, being the two teams, clapped and cheered as the couples let go of each other and waved at their teammates.

"Well, I think we have put our ten contestants through enough, don't you guys?" Chris said as he walked towards the couples. "Now it's time to judge who looks worse!"

He had the five couples line up, then studied the first one, the prairie boy and the surfer girl, with a close eye.

Ezekiel had Bridgette's make-up on his shoulder, paint rubbings on his back, mud and water and cake on his shoes and pant legs. Bridgette had mascara and chap stick stains on her gloves, and water and cake were splashed on the hem of her dress and shoes.

"You two sure look bad," he said, chuckling, "but I think Ezekiel looks a lot worse. Though you were pretty cool with the hose, I'm afraid the first point goes to the Cool Kids' Club!"

Ezekiel groaned as the popular kids cheered. Bridgette clapped, then ruffled up the prairie boy's toque. "You won in my book, for saving my boyfriend," she said, beaming at him.

"I won in my book too," he thought as he nodded at her; his semi-heavy breathing was mostly from the thrill of getting to slow dance with her instead of the contest.

Chris looked over Geoff and Gwen next. The party animal was soaked, had a burnt pant leg, and his jacket was stained with hair dye, punch, and make-up. The goth girl had mascara running down her face, punch spittle all over her body, a sleeve torn mostly off, ear wax on her shoulder, and her white heels and stockings were wet with water and punch.

"Okay, you both look terrible," Chris said, openly laughing. "It's hard to say who truly looks worse but oh man, Gwen," he looked at the black streaks of mascara, "every time I look at your face, I think of how clowns cry. Second point to the Cool Kids' Club!"

The popular kids, especially Heather, cheered loudly. Gwen stomped her foot and sulked. Geoff, ever-friendly, patted her shoulder; she smiled at him, despite it all.

Next were Eva and Trent. Both had large sweat stains on their clothes, but Trent was also soaked and still had the faint stink of puke.

"Dude, seriously," Chris said, taking a step away from Trent, "you're going to lose your cool image if you hurl that easily."

Trent sighed and shrugged. "What can I say, man? Eva's one wild dancer."

"Why thank you," Eva replied, smirking; she looked quite proud of herself.

"Yes, she is. One point goes to the Freaks 'n Geeks," announced Chris.

The nerds cheered, clapping wildly. They had been saved from defeat.

Beth and Justin both grinned sheepishly as Chris approached them. The farm girl was almost coated in punch, back and front, and had cake frosting on her hands. The male model was holding his torn jacket behind his back, while his pants were, like Beth's dress, stained in punch.

"Okay, this is difficult for me to say," Chris started, looking at both of them, "because as we all know, Justin still looks fantastic. But even though Beth is coated in our cherry-flavored sugar water, irreparable damage is worse. Justin, that ruined jacket earns another point for the Freaks 'n Geeks!"

The nerds cheered again, Beth jumping up and down in sheer ecstasy.

(Confession Cam - Irreparable damage never stopped us.)

Beth - "I was tho so proud of myself then! I theriously thought I had no chance against Justin, but I managed to win a point for my team! Though even now, I feel a little guilty, thince he's thuch a nice guy and tho dreamy. Thtill, I won! I won, I won, I won, heeheehee!"

"And our final couple is," Chris started, but stopped when he saw the giant mess in front of him.

The giant mess was Sadie, who had cake and punch covering her from head to toe. She almost resembled a shambling mound of pudding and red juice, a walking cavity-causer. Tyler had cake and punch on him too, but nowhere near as bad.

"Well, I think this is the easiest to call," Chris said, smirking. "The third point goes to the Cool Kids' Club! The popular kids win it all!!"

The ten campers burst into wild cheers and began hugging each other. Lindsay tackle-hugged Tyler and knocked him down, smearing the cake and punch all over herself. Geoff and Bridgette embraced and kissed, smearing the lipstick onto Geoff's face.

(Confession Cam - Surprised by who the winners are.)

Eva - "Okay, so we lost. And I had to wear a dress..."

Bridgette - "... I was looking like a complete wreck at the end..."

Gwen - "... my boyfriend puked on himself while he danced with another woman..."

Geoff - "... and my pants even caught on fire..."

Beth - "I was tho nervous, I thought I was gonna throw up..."

Tyler - "... and I look like a baby's bib after it spat up..."

Justin - \sighs while he wipes off his arms\

Ezekiel - "... my heart was racing, I was sure it was going to explode when she danced with me..."

Trent - "... the most dizzy, nauseating experience of my life..."

Sadie - "... I was covered head to toe in sugary goodness and Katie wasn't there..." \she suddenly looks very happy\ "... and it was the coolest, most awesome..."

Trent - \smiling\ "... wildest roller coaster of a night..."

Ezekiel - "... I think it was the best day of my life!"

Justin - \grins and gives two thumbs up\

Tyler - "Man, did I have a lot of fun!"

Beth - "... and it's tho hard to believe the good times are over..."

Geoff - "I cannot wait until tonight to revive that party..."

Gwen - "And this time, I'll have Trent with me to dance with..."

Bridgette - "My God, I cannot wait for my prom!"

Eva - "... the most fun I have had in years!" \she lets out a loud cheer\

The nerds in the crowd slumped in their seats, sighing and slapping their foreheads. Izzy, on the other hand, took advantage of the situation and leapt for the cake. She and Owen were wolfing it down, even the parts on the floor.

"The cake that's been soaked in punch tastes best," she told him. He giggled happily, and licked a piece off her cheek.

"No, the cake off you tastes best."

Noah, who oversaw this, shuddered.

(Confession Cam - Tragic, we didn't get cake.)

Noah - "Nature programs showing animals being eaten alive, or mating, or regurgitating the animal they ate then swallowing it again... they don't come near the disgustingness that is Owen and Izzy flirting."

After the chaos of victory was over, the contestants cleaned themselves off and were back in their normal clothes. Chris had led them to a large building the campers did not remember being on the island their first time around.

"We made this building for all the odd challenges that involve being indoors," Chris said, knocking the smooth, wooden wall of the building. "A little slapdash but stable. Hey, I know this is supposed to be an out-in-the-wild show, but frankly, we couldn't turn down Owen's grand idea."

"Crap," was Duncan's reply. "If Owen thought of it, we're all going to be hurling by the end of the day."

Most of the campers agreed with him, but Chris was shaking his head. "Not likely to happen with this challenge," the host said, shaking a finger at the campers. "There is the high chance of injury, but not likely will there be barfing.

"Because your invincibility challenge is something you won't see coming!"

"I thought it was immunity," Gwen called out. Chris looked confused, so she explained further. "Sometimes you call it immunity, sometimes it is invincibility. Which is it?"

"Either/or," the handsome host replied with a wave of his hand.

" 'Immunibility'?" said Ezekiel.

" 'Invinsity'?" said Harold.

"Alright nerds, settle down," Chris cried out. "As I was saying, your challenge, for winners' a reward and losers' invincibility, is something that geeks, freaks, jocks, and 'pops' all fear!"

He opened the door and led them in. All sorts of mechanical devices, crafting machines, power tools, and tinkering parts filled the small building. Owen stood next to a power saw, shoving a plank of wood against it and cutting it smoothly.

"Shop class," Chris shouted, grinning sadistically.

(Confession Cam - Likely built in shop class too.)

Harold - "He thinks I'd fear shop class? Ha! Where does he think I made my numchucks?"

Lindsay - "Oh dear... this involves using my hands and getting physical, doesn't it? That's really bad."

Eva - "I don't think I should mention to Chris that I'm banned from shop class on the account of a power tool incident. ... Long story, no need to tell it."

"Everyone, your job will be, under the supervision of Grand Master Chef and Owen, to create something that you think will impress me, your shop class teacher," Chris said aloud. He gestured to Owen and Chef, the large cook standing next to the large teen and watching him closely. "How goes that power saw, Owen?"

"Pretty good, Chris," the jolly giant replied, looking around back at the host. "I think I finally got my hand in on this-"

A disturbing, wet cutting sound interrupted Owen as he winced something awful. Turning around, he held up his hand, two fingers missing and blood shooting from the amputated wounds. "Whoopsies," he whimpered, "I think I may need a doctor."

Several campers screamed, others stared in horror. DJ, Katie, and Sadie fainted dead away. Even Chris looked horrified.

Owen and Chef then burst out laughing. The jolly giant showed the ketchup bottle he was holding behind his arm, as well as holding up his two missing fingers. "They fell for it," Owen laughed. "Good one, Chef!"

"That was so cool," Izzy shouted, cheering and jumping up and down.

"No, it wasn't," Courtney fired back. She looked around for support, but found most people, including Duncan and Bridgette, were laughing in relief. Heather wasn't, and she looked as miffed as Courtney did.

"Now for this contest," Chris said, once everyone had calmed down. "I expect good things to come from you. Unique is good, beautiful is fine, handy is dandy.

"The winners of this contest that are in the Freaks 'n Geeks will win invincibility. The winners from the Cool Kids' Club will win a coupon for a free tuxedo or dress from...," he paused for effect, "... The Royale Threads!"

Most of the girls gasped, none of the guys did. The only girls who didn't look thrilled were Gwen, Bridgette, and Eva. "What's the Royale Threads?" Gwen asked, since no one else was.

"It figures a freak show like you wouldn't know the most desired, expensive clothes," Heather said with a sneer. "The Royale Threads makes dresses and tuxedos that are in such high demand, it takes almost a year to reserve one made for you."

"Thrills," Eva said, rolling her eyes. "More dresses."

"This coupon," Chris announced, grinning at the eager girls, "can be used at any Royale Threads, and since it has no expiration date, it can be used at your prom, perchance?"

Several of the girls let out wild squeals, and Noah considered putting his head under one of the metal choppers.

(Confession Cam - Not interested in dresses, like Eva.)

Heather - "Okay, I had a friend who's dad killed someone to get her a dress from Royale Threads. And she still didn't get one! Even my parents have been unable to reserve one for me, all the rich kids where I'm from cannot get one! That coupon... is mine!!"

Lindsay - "Royale Threads, oh wow! Who wouldn't be excited with this?"

Ezekiel - "What is it with girls and clothes, eh? I won't say this in front of the others, but seriously, why do girls want a dress they'll only wear once in their life? I don't get girls."

Chris chuckled as he watched the campers wander about the shop class setup, looking at the tools. "You have until tonight to create your masterpieces! I suggest you start working now! Make it happen, people!"

Continued in Part 4, where the terrifying marshmallow ceremony will take place!

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So what are the campers going to make? Who will succeed in passing shop, and who will have the largest humiliation of failing it?

You want to see why shop class and industrial arts are so funny? Look up 'MST3K Why Study Industrial Arts' on YouTube.