AN: We're sorry, once again, for the late update. xD But you can expect another chapter soon! Hope you enjoy. :3

Considering they had about a week of school left, the gang and the rest of the students were pretty much free to do whatever they wanted from now on without getting shit from any teachers.

They were all huddled in a circle on the floor with a small hamster between them. It was the class pet and its name was Frevor. Why, they had no idea, but it was cute so they decided to play with him anyway.

Caine was holding it now, a bit too close to his face, actually.

"Caine its gonn-"

"OW FUCK," Caine cried, dropping the hamster on the floor, which Kira quickly picked up and held close to her, petting it with one finger.

"DUDE WHY DID YOU DROP HIM." She yelled.

"THE LITTLE SHIT BIT ME." Caine pointed to his nose, which was now bleeding just a bit.

"BUT YOU DROPPED HIM."

"BECAUSE HE BIT ME."

"BUT YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM."

"BUT I DIDN'T."

Kira gave up and kicked him in the shin from across the circle.

Meanwhile, the others just laughed.

Astrid sighed and glanced back down at the textbook in her lap, frowning.

"Astrid," Sam said, "we don't even have any tests coming up."

She exhaled pointedly. "I know that, but it's never too early to-"

But she was interrupted by a sudden knock on the door. The teacher glanced up at her students, but no one went to answer the door, so she got up and did it herself.

The knocker was an impressive man in an expensive looking suit. He looked around at the students until his eyes finally rested on the gang.

Everyone looked at each other in alarm. The man seemed to be some kind of mob boss, and honestly, none of them would be surprised if they were in some kind of trouble with the mafia. Sam looked like he was about to jump out the window when the man pointed to them.

"I'd like to see those students in the hallways, please."

"Ah shit…" Kira muttered, being the first to stand. "Look, if you're here about that incident a few days ago with that Pablo guy, I left him aliv-"

"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm here for the band." The suited man raised an eyebrow at her.

"Oh. In that case it's nice to meet you." She nodded as the others stood up.

"Uh excuse me, I can't just have you taking students out into the hallway without identification or anything…" The teacher seemed a bit worried, but visually calmed when the man pulled out an ID card and showed it to her. The gang was standing near him, waiting for him to lead them outside.

"Um, just the boys please." He squirmed a bit.

"Nuh-uh." Kira shook her head.

"… Alrighty then… Please, follow me." He held the door open for them.

The group followed him out the door. Their anxiety was only heightened when he locked the door behind him.

"Well," he said, turning to them. "You played at Unova last week, correct?"

The band members nodded. The girls glanced around at each other, and Diana pretended not to notice anyone.

"I'm here to-"

"Make us an offer we can't refuse?" Caine interrupted. Everyone, including the man, looked at him. He seemed to shrink a bit. "Sorry. Go on."

"I am actually here to make you an offer," the man said. "I'm a representative of Zone Studios, and we were wondering if you'd be interested in making a music video."

There was a moment of silence, and then everyone started talking at once.

"A music video?"

"Will there be food?"

"An ACTUAL music video?"

"Do we get paid?"

"Do you have fish?"

"Is this just a scam?"

"Can we be naked?"

Astrid hit Sam over the head with her paperback textbook for that last question. Kira shushed everybody.

"That depends. How much money do we get for this." She crossed her arms, straightening up and raising an eyebrow at the man.

He paused for a bit, staring at Kira, Diana and Astrid for a few seconds. "Wait. Who are you and why are you here."

"Girlfriends," Kira pointed between herself and Astrid, "And an angsty teenage girl who this idiot," She pointed at Diana, then at Caine, "has a crush on."

Caine blushed, shrinking even more.

"I see. And well, that depends on a lot of things…" He went off into a long-winded explanation of the whole plan, the others nodding in response.

"Uhm," Astrid said when he was finished, "I think we should have a small group meeting. Excuse us." They all walked a few feet away from the man and huddled together into a circle, their heads close together.

"I think we should go for it," Sam said. "We get money. And there might be female dancers."

Edilio looked less sure. "Man, are we sure this isn't just some elaborate plot to kidnap us and sell us to like, serial killers?"

Kira rolled her eyes. "You watch too many soap operas. I think it's a good idea."

Drake nodded. "We should go for it. And anyone who disagrees gets their eyes cut out."

Everyone looked at each other and nodded in agreement. They stepped apart from one another and walked back to the man, who looked slightly amused.

"Well?" he asked.

"We're gonna do it," Quinn said.

"Great." The man smiled at them and pulled a small paper card from his front pocket. "We're willing to start this whenever you're ready… we'll call when we want you guys in the studio."

Drake wrote all of their numbers on a slip of paper that the man handed to him and nodded. "Sounds good." He said, eyeing the card.

"Hey what about us," Kira spoke up, "We want a part in this too don't we?" She eyed Astrid and Diana.

"Yeah." Astrid nodded.

"Not really…" Diana muttered.

The man appraised them for a momeny, then grinned. "You guys can be the dancers! It'll be way cheaper than hiring real dancers. Everyone's happy."

Sam looked severely disappointed at this. Kira looked pleased, Astrid nervous, and Diana like she wanted to kill everything.

The man left, and the kids shuffled back into the classroom.

Their classmates immediately began talking excitedly to each other.

"They're still alive! That's five bucks you owe me-"

"Do you think they look beat up? I don't have ten dollars-"

"-looks like they haven't been killed, although the prostitution bet could still be on-"

The group shuffled uncomfortable back to their spot, although Drake and Kira seemed to revel in the attention.

Drake turned around at that last one, "What prostitution bet?" He raised an eyebrow, managing to look angry and curious at the same time.

"We think Kira and Sam are going to end up prostitutes." The student responded, poker-faced.

Drake twitched, slamming the students' head down on the table with quite a bit of force. "I kind of agree with you on the Sam part, though."

Kira looked unfazed.

Sam scoffed, "I'd be like, a really expensive prostitute for like congressmen and stuff."

"Sam are you gay or…" Quinn gave him a weird look.

Astrid narrowed her eyes and moved significantly closer to her boyfriend.

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"I SWEAR TO GOD, CAINE," Drake yelled, glaring at the hole in the wall. "THAT WAS ALMOST MY HEAD."

"If you don't know by now which side not to stand on, you'd deserve it-"

Kira stepped in front of Caine. "Say that again?"

"Guys, guys!" Astrid yelled. Everyone fell silent. "Be quiet for a second, the phone is ringing."

It was two days after the man had spoken to them, and they were rehearsing at Caine's house, althouth there wasn't much rehearsal actually going on.

Astrid grabbed the phone. "Hello?"

There were a few moments of silence in which everyone's eyes darted around the room at each other. "Yeah." Astrid nodded, speaking into the phone.

"Okay sure, thanks." She hung up, smiling. "We have to go in tomorrow…"

"Woooo!"

"Yeahhh!"

"WILL THERE BE FISH?"

Everyone was talking at the same time. Except for Drake and Diana, who were too busy arguing over the last soda, which Drake ended up opening and sipping from about a second before she tackled him to the ground, which resulted in the both of them covered in soda.

"God damn it…" He muttered, pushing her away. "Go buy more soda."

Caine stepped towards Drake. "Shut up."

Drake raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Idiots." Diana sighed. "Do you want to make the video with both of you looking like you just got ran over by a car? Just let it go."

Caine and Drake glared at each other but dropped it.

"I wonder what we should wear," Edilio thought out loud.

"They'll probably give us our outfits once we're there," Sam said.

Astrid was looking nervous at this talk of outfits, biting her lip. Kira grinned.

"You aren't worried about what you'll have to wear, are you?" she asked Astrid.

"No," Astrid snapped.

Quinn interrupted them. "Did he say anything about a fish tank?"

Astrid sighed.

"Wait," Quinn raised his hands, making everyone look at him.

"…What?" Kira asked after he said nothing for about a whole minute.

"What if. Its. An underwater. Music video. Oh my god." He put his hands on his cheeks in shock.

Edilio hit him with a nearby stick.

The next day, the group was standing outside a large, fancy building, smiles on their faces.

"So." Edilio said.

They all took a deep breath, and then entered the building. There was a lot going on; they had to go up to a secretary, who pointed them in the right direction.

"Great, great, you're here." A man, who Introduced himself as the director, greeted them once they all entered, glancing around nervously. "It seems that way, yes," Diana rolled her eyes. The director shrugged her off and Started with a few directions and introductions, telling them the basic schedule for the next few days. "... So basically, we'll have maybe three or four days just to practice and then start the filming, okay?" They all nodded in agreement. "Uh we're gonna need two more dancers." He glanced over the girls. "I'll call Lana," Quinn quickly pulled out his phone and dialed her number. "Uh should I call Penny...?" Caine asked, fidgeting with the phone in his hands. Drake groaned loudly, pressing the bridge of his nose between two fingers in frustration. "I guess," Sam shrugged. Drake groaned louder. Kira hit him with her wallet.

Half an hour later, Lana and Penny arrived, Lana looking grumpy but Penny looking pleased.. Drake's eyes narrowed at the sight of Penny's smirk. She ignored him and strutted over to Caine.

"Hi Caine," she said, smiling widely. Diana gave her a look to rival Drake's.

The director walked over to them. "We're all here, then?"

"I better be getting paid for this," Lana quipped.

"... Yeah. Okay, uh, head back behind those curtains and you'll meet your choreographer. She'll give you your outfits and all that." He motioned towards a thin burgundy curtain in a corner of the room. Kira shrugged, and was the first to approach the curtain, the other four girls following after her, hesitating slightly. "Wait," Drake said, "Which song are we doing?"

"They should do your song," Penny said to Caine, stepping closer to him.

Drake snorted.

"You'll be performing Mr. Merwin's song," the director said, before nodding to them. "I have to go take care of something, but I'll be back before you start."

The guys headed into a different room than the girls, where they met a second choreographer. He'd just started showing them the basic moves when a scream errupted from the girl's room.

The guys looked at each other, then rushed over in the direction of the scream.

Sam's mouth dropped open. Kira was already dressed in her outfit, an extremely skimpy looking ensemble.

The scream had come from Astrid, who was standing there, pale faced. "I'm not wearing that!" she said loudly. Sam was too busy staring at Kira to notice.

Drake grunted and kicked Sam in the back of the knees, causing Sam to kneel over.

Just then, the male choreographer poked his head in. "Is there a pro-Mr Temple, why are you on the floor?"

"Yes, there is a problem!" Astrid turned to him. "Have you seen what they expect us to wear?"

"... Yes, I have. Your friend doesn't seem to have an issue with it." He shrugged, "please just hurry up, we don't have that much time. Oh and guys we need you for camera testing and what not. You have ten minutes to meet me up front." He shot them all a thumbs up before slinking away again. Drake had somehow inched his way towards Kira and had an arm around her waist - which was more exposed than it should have been - and was glaring at Sam, who still looked like he was trying to pick his jaw up off the floor. "Its not that bad," Kira shrugged, taking a sip from her soda. "I agree," Drake and Sam said simultaniously. Astrid still looked bewildered and slightly afraid. Diana and Penny had already gotten dressed, but were wearing sweaters and angry faces. Lana was staring at her outfit with a confused expression. "But wait how am I supposed to put this on. There are so many straps.." She scratched her head in confusion. Kira sighed and handed her soda to Drake, "here, I'll help you. Come on." She pulled Lana behind another curtain, which finally got Sam to snap back to average.

Astrid glared at Sam. "A little help here?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't see a problem with the outfits," he said.

Astrid signed and looked helplessly at the outfit in her hand, then headed into the changing room after Kira and Lana.

The guys went over to examine their outfits. They were simple but stylish, black tshirts and pants. They headed into a separate changing room.

A few minutes later, everyone was ready to go, except Astrid, who refused to come out of the changing room.

"You can't make me!" she shouted at them through the door.

Kira sighed. "It's really not that bad, Astrid." She turned to Diana. "Tell her!"

Diana, who was still in her sweater, rolled her eyes. "Why? I'm not too keen on the outfits either."

"Three minutes!" The director called.

Caine narrowed his eyes. "Get her out here or I'll tell the producers about the Spaghetti Incident.

No one moved for a minute. Diana pursed her lips. "Fine." She unpeeled herself from the wall and headed into the dressing room.

Everyone leaned in, trying to here what was going on. There were a few muffled words and then a loud bang, and Diana emerged from the changing room, dragging Astrid by her ear.

Drake laughed, rejoining Kira after she returned from assisting Lana with her outfit. Lana also insisted on wearing a sweater. "I honestly don't see the big deal," Kira shrugged, leaning into Drakes side, "They really aren't that bad." Astrid was struggling to pull her sweater over her head, and Sam was trying to figure out a way to rip it before she could accomplish said task. Eventually she succeeded, casting an angry glare at her boyfriend, and then redirecting her attention towards Kira. "Well just because you dress like a slut every day..." She mumbled under her breath.

Kira put a hand to her mouth in mock surprise. "Language, Astrid! There are children here!"

Before Astrid could reply, the director joined them. He looped his arms around Astrid and Kira. "Are we ready to start practice?" He asked with a grin.

Everyone nodded, although some of them looked less than enthusiastic.

He led them all to where they'd be performing, a very large room with fancy multicolored lights and a smoke machine in the corner.

The choreographer took the girls to the side, showing them a few things they should know for the video. None of them seemed really enthusiastic, but Kira at least seemed comfortable. The guys on the other hand, were just instructed to play as they normally would and stand in certain places. Once they got through the first rehearsal, the director smiled at them all. "Okay great, are the girls ready yet or what?" He looked over to the choreographer.

Diana pursed her lips. "Do we have to take our sweaters off?"

The director looked at the choreographer and shrugged. "Since it's just a practice, I suppose not," he said.

Everyone got in place. Penny was standing a bit too close to Caine, and Diana was off to the side, as if trying to disassociate herself from the rest of them.

They all went through things a few more times, until the director checked his watch and said he was satisfied for the day. "Same time tomorrow everybody?" They all nodded, tired after a long days work. The girls all headed back stage to change, except for Kira, who insisted she didn't want to. When Penny ran out of the changing room, she bounded towards Caine, she appeared so excited that she didn't even notice the microphone wire laying around on the floor.

It all happened very fast. Penny's foot snagged on the wire and she tripped, grabbing onto the back curtain and bringing it down with her. But she didn't hit the floor. Instead, she slammed into Caine, who was so started that it set his emotional side off. Within seconds the entire set was falling down around them. Cameras and microphones flew around their heads and into walls. The smoke machine was ripped from its place and fell to the ground. A curtain dropped on both of them and knocked them over, and all of this was accompanied by a great deal of noise.

Everyone heard the noise and rushed out onto the former set, some of them half undressed. Their mouths dropped open and they looked around in shock.

The directors jaw was on the floor. He wasn't quite sure how that had all happened in a matter of seconds. The others looked around, concerned. Caine and Penny just looked exhausted from all that movement. "Get out." The man twitched. "But does that m-" Drake was cut off. "No. No video. Just leave." "Bu-" "OUT." The group scurried out quickly, not wanting to give anyone the chance to call security.

"Can I at least keep the outfit?" Kira yelled behind her, but before anyone could reply, Drake shut the door behind them. The gang stopped to catch their breath. Then, slowly, they all turned to glare menacingly at Penny.

She stood for an entire second before turning around and running away as fast as she possibly could. Drake took off after her, screaming profane things.

The rest of them stood there awkwardly.

"so...no fish?" Quinn asked sadly.

Edilio shook his head. "And no video."

"And no skimpy outfits," Astrid added cheerily.

They stood there until Drake came back, his hands slightly bloodied and Penny's sleeve in his hand, looking triumphant. Then, they began the long trek home.