As I said before, you may have already the last chapter, from when I updated a while ago, but in the wrong order :3 I can't actually remember if I put this one up or not. I don't think I did. But hey, if you did, then you can reread it :P I know the next chapter is completely unseen :)

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As we stepped through the door into the warm air that preceded sunrise, I stopped to take a deep breath. The scent of pine was heavy on the breeze, fresh and cool. It was nice after the stuffy air of the dorms.

"Well don't just space out- this was your idea!" Ash said as he poked me in the back. I turned around and slapped his hand away, causing him to cradle it against his chest like it had actually hurt him.

"I wasn't spacing out, I was strategically planning our next move." I told him, before starting to walk in the opposite direction to where we had already been going.

I could hear Marina giggling as we snuck in the door of the laundry room. Heading over to the first drier in the line, I cautiously stuck my arm in. Hopefully I wouldn't find something really gross in there.

Fortunately, all that came out was a few t-shirts and pairs of jeans. Judging by the colours, they belonged to a girl.

"Ok, I had my turn. Now someone else has to take the plunge."

As Mason stepped up the next drier, I spied a full basket up at the far end. The closer I got to it, the surer I became that this was what I was looking for. Kicking the basket over, and about 10 pairs of pants fell out. The underwear kind. All boys, and all unwashed.

Covering my hand in a nearby clean t-shirt, I pushed the underwear into one of the bags I was carrying. Following the laughs of the others, I saw that they had pulled out another load of laundry from a different drier.

I picked up one of the fluorescent pink bras from the floor, checking the initials written on the label. I didn't need to though, I recognised this one.

I snorted. "I always knew Brook's boobs were fake. How much padding has she got in this?" I asked rhetorically, as it was clear that the answer was lots.

Marina took the bra from me, laughing as she looked at the size.

"32C my ass. This is a 30A, that lying whore."

Mason shook his head sadly. "It's like those packets of crisps that you open, only to find that half of it is filled with air. Such a disappointment."

Rolling my eyes at him, I stuffed a final load of clothes into the now bulging bag.

"Yeah, Smoky 'Fake-on' crisps. Or 'Sleaze' and Onion, maybe."

As we were leaving, Jet found what appeared to be Stan's unwashed gym socks. We debated who would carry them, before deciding that the only fair thing would be to evenly distribute them between us. The stink lingered, and we practically ran to the gym to dump them.

The doors weren't open when we got there, but after a minute of my ninja skills and lock picking kit we got in.

Since it had been my idea to start this whole game, I took charge.

"Jet , Ash and Marina- make a giant penis on the floor using twigs. Lily and Sophia- take care of the silly string. Mase & Aleks, help me get the clothes on the dummies."

After bickering whether to make the dummies cross-dressers or not, we decided to put the girls stuff on the male models and vice versa. That way it would be more immediately obvious something was up. Some of the dummies were already wearing basic clothes, though they were pretty beat up from being staked, kicked and punched so many times.

After putting one of Brooke's bras on an overweight male dummy and shoving a redheaded female into a pair of the unwashed pants, I decided to shake things up a bit.
I draped a pair of pants over the next guy's head, and taped Stan's socks to the sides of his head like floppy ears. I then pulled his existing trousers down to his ankles and put a bra between his legs like a jockstrap. Grabbing the can of silly string I had saved for myself, I did my best to write 'Sex Pest' across the chest.

I stepped back to admire my work just as I heard someone come up behind me.

"Nice. Very... original."

I turned around to see Aleks grinning behind me. I smiled graciously.

"Thank you. Let's see what you've done with yours."

Aleks pointed out 3 dummies to the right of mine. 2 had been done like my first 2, but one the dummy that looked like a 10-year-old girl, he's put a bra obviously stuffed with Stan's smelly socks. He'd also switched her leggings for a tiny black skirt.

"I like it. May I?" I asked, holding up the can of hot pink silly string.

"You may."

On her stomach, I sprayed the word 'ho'.

"How can you write so well with that stuff?" Aleks asked me.

I shrugged. "Years of practice. It's like spray paint but you can't get in trouble for it, since it just rubs off. And it looks badass."

"Let's see how it compares to the others'."

Together we went to see how everyone else was getting on. Mason was just finishing his dummies as apparently he'd been having trouble doing up the bra straps. Real smooth, Mase.

Carefully stepping around the giant floor-penis, which had come along quite well, we stood looking up at the 'wall art' the girls had created.

Silly string of every colour coloured the gym walls, almost completely hiding the white brickwork. It was just possible to see the outlines of 8 figures in the mess of sticky string. That gave me another idea.

Picking up a can of white string, I checked to see if there was any left. When I found there was, I went over to the crash mat in the corner and drew the outline of a person, like a chalk figure at a crime scene.

Pleased that my work here was done, I made my way to the doors where everyone else was already waiting.

"Remember Soph, this was your dare. You have to take the fall for this one if need be."

"Yes ma'am." She replied, saluting me. I rolled my eyes and walked back out into the growing sunlight.

Once we were back in my room, it was Sophia's turn to choose the next person to do a dare.

"Aleks, I dare you to go to Stan's room and say you're feeling homesick. When he asks how he can help, you say that he reminds you of your mother, so can he please read you a bedtime story and sing you a lullaby. When he inevitably tells you to get lost, hug him and start crying, saying that he sounded just like your mommy- she never loved you either."

We were all laughing by the time Ash finished saying the dare. Except Aleks of course- he had a look of grim determination on his face.

"Oh, and you have to wear your most babyish pyjamas, or whatever."

Aleks groaned, heading back to his room. I laughed again, as I had a feeling I knew what he would come back wearing.

"You better do this properly, Sasha. I know you brought them with you."

Just as I had predicted, Aleks came back in 5 minutes later wearing Care Bear pyjamas. Before anyone could speak, he growled; "Blame Anya. I teased her once about her My Little Pony pyjamas, so she bought me these as vengeance."

"Aren't they girls?" Ash choked out.

Aleks nodded. "Size 18. But the legs are still way too short."

Another round of laughter ensued as he brought the fact that they only reached half way down his shins to our attention.

I stood up and walked to the door, camera in hand.

"Come on then, let's go find your 'mommy'." I teased, poking Aleks in the chest, right on the bear's nose."

"If we see anyone on the way there, I'm going to kill you Nastya." Aleks threatened. I just smiled in response.

"I'd like to see you try.

As we reached Stan's door, the rest of us hid around the corner whilst Aleks strode up to it. He looked surprisingly calm for someone knocking on their teacher's door wearing care bear pjs, but I knew that this was just his way of doing things. Put on a cocky face and hope no one sees beyond the confident smile. Even if inside, you feel like you're falling apart.

I was dragged out of my thoughts as Aleks reached up and knocked on the door, loudly.

After a moment, we heard Stan shuffling around inside. Oh shit, I really hope he doesn't open the door naked or something. My vomiting would give us away.

Thankfully, Stan opened the door wearing a blue flannel dressing gown. And honest-to-goodness carpet slippers. Tartan ones. Was Stan secretly an OAP?

I returned my attention to Stan's face as he spoke.

"Kozlovsky? What the hell do you want at this time of night? It's past curfew." Stan whisper-shouted.

"I- I'm sorry Sir. It's just, I'm feeling homesick, Sir."

Stan looked unimpressed. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that America isn't satisfactory. Why can't you go speak to Hathaway, have a chat about your homeland? What do you expect me to do?"

This was going perfectly. Stan was so predictable. Aleks took this as his cue.

"I could talk to Anya, but I miss my mama! And you remind me of her, Sir. Will you sing me a lullaby?"

I watched as Stan's face turned pink, then red, then purple.

"No, I will not sing you a lullaby! Get out of my sight!"

Aleks sniffled. "You really do remind me of mama. She says that to me too. Thank you, Sir."

Before Stan could react, Aleks hugged him round the middle. Stan froze, completely still.
My eyes were watering with the effort not to laugh, and I was having a hard time keeping the camera still.

With a final sniff, Aleks turned away, wiping his nose on his sleeve. Stan stared after him with a look of shock still on his face.

As Aleks turned the corner, we all ran back down the hall and out of the Guardian dorms. As we hit the fresh air, we all let out the laughter that we had been desperately trying to hold back.

Turning the camera towards myself, I looked into the lens.

"And there you have it, people. Stan Alto, cold and heartless to the core. Shouting at a boy wearing care bears pyjamas 3 sizes too small, upset because he missed his mommy. Like if you agree that men like this shouldn't be allowed at boarding schools."

Aleks came and put his arm around my shoulders, leaning in close to the camera.

"And that was Aleksandr Kozlovsky, the best actor this side of Russia. Available for films, plays, or pranks on teachers. Glad to be of service."

I pushed him out of the frame before turning the camera off.

We were still laughing when we got back to my room, and couldn't speak properly for another 5 minutes. Aleks then dared Marina to ask out Angelo during training tomorrow. After a lot of protests, she finally said yes.

Aleks wasn't trying to be mean and embarrass her- he'd told me that he's heard Angelo saying that he liked her, but didn't have the courage to ask her out. Aleks knew he'd say yes, and was just setting them up together.

It was then Mason's turn for a truth, since he had done his dare first. After thinking for a little while, Marina asked; "Do you like Anya, and would you date her."

Mason looked thoughtful, clearly unsure how to answer this without things getting weird.

"Yes, Anya is an amazing person. She's really hot, and if she was anyone else, I'd totally go for her. She's like a sister to me, and I wouldn't want to ruin our friendship. Nothing is worth risking what we already have."

He said the last part whilst looking at me, and I got up and hugged him.

"I love you too Mase. You're an amazing friend."

Ash fake gagged. "Stop with the cuddles already. Between that and the Care Bears, I'm worried about you barfing rainbows on me."

I caught Aleks' eye, and pulled Mason with me as we enveloped Ash in a huge hug.

"Aaw, Ash! I love you sooooo much!" I crooned. "You're just the cutest little love bug ever, dumpling!"

Ash wriggled free, stepping back with his hands up. "Ok, do what you like. Just don't drag me into it."

After Mason asked Lily about her most embarrassing moment, she then asked Ash if he would rather be left in a rowboat a mile from the nearest shore, or be put in a tank full of snakes, worms and spiders.

"Tank of creepy things every time. I could just incinerate them if they got too close."

Ash's fear of water was actually hilarious. When he was little, Christian actually had to bribe him with candy to get him into the bath. According to mom, Lissa,(though she never admitted it), used slight compulsion on him.

Ash must have noticed me smirking, since he turned to me.

"Truth or dare, Anya?"

Judging by the fact I had just hugged him and deliberately pissed him off, I knew that a dare would be a bad idea right now.

"Truth."

Ash's eyes gleamed with what I presumed to be an evil idea.

"Have you ever kissed a guy?"

For a second, I was mortified that he had asked me this. The girls felt the same, and Sophia cast an anxious glance at Aleks. The guy in question looked confused as to why Ash would ask me such a, in his view, redundant question. I doubted that the possibility that he might have been my first kiss had ever crossed his mind. He probably thought I was a bit of a slut like everyone else here did, best friends excluded.

Fortunately for me, I recovered quickly enough to cover this issue. I rolled my eyes, and plastered a cocky smile on my face.

"Yeah." I said in a bored voice. "Maybe you should leave your coffin sometimes, Dracula. Maybe then you wouldn't be centuries behind everyone else. Wake up and join us in the land of the living."

This seemed to smooth over the tension in the air, though Mason caught my eye. Only the girls knew about what had happened in Russia- why would I tell the guys something like that?

So I just shrugged to Mason, and used my turn to get revenge on Ash.

"Alright Burnout. Truth or dare?"

Set back my last answer and his failure to embarrass me, he mumbled 'Dare.'

"Alright. Tomorrow lunchtime, I dare you to run into the cafeteria singing 'call me maybe' as loud as you can, after all of us have drawn on you, dressed you and done your makeup. Then you have to fall to your knees in front of Stan and give him a piece of paper with your number on it, and a big lipstick kiss on the paper, before blowing him a kiss and sitting down like nothing has happened."

I knew Ash would hate this dare; he was happy to break almost any school rule as long as he didn't have to make an idiot of himself in front of others.

Ash avoided looking at me, instead taking the opportunity to dare his sister's boyfriend.

"If I have to do that, then after I'm finished with Call Me Maybe, you have to walk into lunch wearing a pair of Aleks' jeans that are too big for you, held up with a belt. Summer will then use her Earth magic to make the belt break, and the trousers fall down. Then, you sing 'down parody' by The Midnight Beast."

Jet shrugged. He didn't care about doing stupid things in public. "Whatever, sounds fun. Anya, I dare you to dress up as a spy and break into Kirova's office, get into the filing cabinet and get all of our student files. Take pictures of them on your phone, then come back and show us."

I grinned. This would be awesome. "Thanks for the best dare ever. I'll be right back."

I dashed over to the wardrobe, pulling out a bag from the bottom. I then went into the bathroom to get changed, before opening the door slowly.

"It's not exactly a spy, but it's the best I could do."

Slowly, I stepped out from behind the door, watching in satisfaction as the guys' eyes bugged out of their heads at the sight of me in a PVC Catwoman suit. I slowly let my man-eater smile slide over my lips.

"You see something you like?"

Aleks was the only one who nodded, the other guys made a point of looking away. Aleks made no effort to take his eyes away from my cleavage. Good, that was sort of the point.

Crossing the room to the window, stopping only to retrieve my phone and lock picking set and shove them down my bra, I stepped out onto the ledge.

"I'll be back." I said, before jumping out of the window.

I landed on the branch of the huge tree just outside my window. Dropping down onto a lower limb, then the floor, I set off at a run towards the administrative building.

Getting through the door was easy, as the guard was drowsy and I still had Sophia's charm from earlier keeping me nondescript.

I took the 3rd corridor on the right, and stopped at the door right at the end, where 'Headmistress' was written in the frosted glass.

After a couple of minutes picking the lock, I was in. I spied my target in the far corner- the huge grey filing cabinet. Another minute of picking, and the drawers slipped open. Fortunately, there was only one lock for the whole cabinet, which would save me time.

I hit Belikov, Castile and Dragomir in the first drawer, Ivashkov in the one under that. On impulse, I looked under Hathaway for my mom's file, thinking it would make some interesting reading.

I laughed quietly to myself as I read her file. Some of the things that she'd done in the years before she'd run away were hilarious, and I took a photo of the page to use as blackmail- and inspiration for myself.

After photographing the pages of our own files, which paled in comparison to that of my mother, I put them back and was about to close the drawer when I remembered that Aleks' file was also here.

I didn't expect there to be much in it except grades from St. Basils and the details of his transfer, but when I pulled it out, I was surprised to find that the brown folder contained almost as many pages as Lily's had.

Curious, I pulled out a sheet that was covered in text, stapled to several others. One sheet had the official Guardian's seal in the corner, which I had never seen on a school document before- only on mom or dad's reports.

Before I could investigate further, a vision flashed before my eyes. The guard would be here any minute.

Shoving the paper back into the folder, I returned it to the filing cabinet and licked the drawer again. I slipped back out the door, and instead of chancing the front desk again, opted for the window. They only opened from the inside, so it hadn't been an option before. Though it was very useful now.

When I got back to the room, we spent a good hour laughing over the pictures I had taken of our files. Sadly, my mom's was funnier than any of ours. We made a pact to change that, and agreed to recycle some of mom's ideas- especially the ones concerning Stan. It was no wonder why he hated her, really.

As I lay in bed after everyone had left, I was so exhausted from running and laughing so much that I realised I had forgotten to ask Aleks about the mysterious document in his file.

I'll ask him tomorrow I told myself before drifting off to sleep, and the memory of the file drifted into the land of forgotten things.

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