Disclaimer: Not mine and so cumbersome when you're in a rush to start.

Thanks to all of you who tried to make it hit 100 reviews but I don't have the patience to actually make you all wait. Or the self control.

Max POV

I was furious with Iggy. When we got back into the hallway, I told him, "Go back to your class. You'll find out your punishment later and my mother won't be giving it to you; I will."

He tried to say something about payback, but I silenced him and pointed down the hallway in the direction of his class. "Go."

He obeyed this time. I returned to detention for the lunch-lady part.

I took a place next to Fang in the line-up and explained everything in an undertone. When I finished he asked, "So what's the punishment?"

"I'm thinking of starting with him giving Nudge the talk and continuing on to finding dresses for him and Gazzy to wear, but that wouldn't be effective unless we had everyone there top witness it and a camera to make a record. What do you think?"

"Never make me do any of that."

"I make no promises."

He gave a small smile, but said nothing, so I returned my full attention to the lunch-line. The purpose of this was clearly to embarrass us in front of our peers, but it wasn't too except for a few factors. First, the hairnet was uncomfortable and ugly, and second, the smell was almost as putrid as antiseptic. Can you imagine it? I bet you can't. Years of buying school lunches have probably burned your nostrils.

I was just getting used to the ordeal when a boy asked, "Whose shirt is that?" His tone was sneering. The way he asked that made my cheeks turn red.

I snapped, "Its mine."

His friend told him, "Can't you tell, it's the guy next to her. Same shirt, plus he's glowering at my food." They both laughed.

I said curtly, "You're holding up the line."

When they had moved on, I murmured to Fang, "I didn't know my wearing your shirt was bothering you. I'll take it off if you want-"

"NO!"

"-And put my gym shirt on. Relax; I'm not going to walk around in just my bra." Gosh, he is so confusing! First he doesn't want me in his shirt now he doesn't want me to take it off. "Then, what's your problem because the way they were acting you practically told them that we're going out and the Fang I know doesn't usually let his emotions show?"

He shrugged. Typical.

I glared at him before returning to dishing out mashed potatoes. A few minutes later, Maria came through and said, "Hi, Kate. You are going to have to tell me how you got here!" Then quieter, "And whose shirt that is. Call me." She handed me a slip of paper with a phone number on it before moving on down the line.

Jeez, could this get any crazier? Wearing the shirts Ella got me would have caused less commotion.

The majority of people made jokes at our expense, although thankfully, few made connections between Fang and I. They all made jibes about having no school spirit and being naughty children. I couldn't have cared less.

And the block continues. Sorry. I need ideas. Do you want a few chapters about the younger kids? I'm pretty sure someone mentioned it, but I don't remember who.

Now, do you want decade day for Tuesday, or western cowboy day?

Review please, but you probably knew that I wanted that.