GEOFF'S PARTY: PART THREE

THEY SAID ALL

TEENAGERS SCARE

THE LIVING S**T OUT OF ME!

THEY COULD CARE LESS

AS LONG AS SOMEONE'LL BLEED

SO DARKEN YOUR CLOTHES

OR STRIKE A VIOLENT POSE

Joe switched off the radio much to his passenger's annoyance. Defiantly the male next to him switched it back on.

BUT IF YOU'RE TROUBLED AND HURT

WHAT YOU GOT UNDER YOUR SHIRT

WILL MAKE THEM PAY FOR THE THINGS THAT THEY DID

Once again Joe turned the music off and fixed a pointed look at his parolee when he reached for the dial again. Duncan scowled. "It's called real music. Not to mention it's a good song!" The delinquent smirked. "I don't even know how you can listen to that dolphin's in space crap."

"It's called New Age Music. And it's a good song." Officer Joe frowned as Duncan snickered. "You want to here good music pops? Here's good music." Before Joe could react the teen turned the dial.

ALL TOGETHER NOW

TEENAGERS SCARE

THE LIVING S**T OUT OF ME!

THEY COULD CARE LESS

AS LONG AS SOMEONE'LL BLEED

SO DARKEN YOUR CLOTHES

OR STRIKE A VIOLENT POSE

MAYBE THEY'LL LEAVE YOU ALONE

BUT NOT ME

Officer Joe sighed as the teenager continued to bob back and forth to the obnoxious beat. Good behavior or not he regretted the decision of allowing Duncan to sit in the passenger seat instead of the barred back seat.

Deciding to ignore it for now the parole officer turned the corner leading into the town and his eyes widen. "Man, when Geoff throws a party he throws a party!" Duncan commented staring appreciatively at the overly packed beach.

The police car navigating the packed streets until it reached their destination. Finally! Duncan cheered as he reached for the door handle. Finding it locked, the delinquent turned to meet his parole officer's gaze. Duncan sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine…let's get this over with."

Thought you and your lady would appreciate having these a little early.

And Harold, nice work defending your fellow soldier on both fields of battle. Your picture of honor is now hanging on my wall.

Chef Hatchet

You're kidding. You actually took a picture with psycho Chef?! Heather cried out staring at the first picture. Chef was in the center of the picture grinning hugely while each of his huge hands hugged Harold and LeShawna close to him. Both sister and nerd were smiling awkwardly and Harold's hand was wrapped up in temporary bandages.

"Chef helped me out earlier when I needed it and then wrapped my sugar baby's arm. You should have seen the look on his face when we offered to pose with him in a picture. I've never seen that man so happy!"

"As they say kindest begets kindness. It was the least we could do as a manner of thank you. The sudden early arrival of our winter formal photos was very unexpected, but welcomed." Harold explained smiling at LeShawna.

"And believe me Shawnie doesn't mind one bit!" LeShawna declared proudly showing off another picture as other teens crowded around eagerly. "Oooh...I love that little cabin and the snowman! And your dress is sooo gorgeous LeFonda!" Lindsay chirped while Beth, Katie and Sadie nodded in agreement.

Bridgette with Courtney next to her stared at the photograph she was handed. Harold and LeShawna were grinning happily as they ninja posed at the camera. The surfer's amused smile faded as she noticed something important. "Wait Harold's hand isn't broken in this one."

Flipping the picture around so the plus sized female could see, the sister grinned. "Oh that was taken right BEFORE my sugar baby broke his hand." Punctuating LeShawna's words Gwen suddenly laughed.

Trent was similarly pleased. "Oooh! You seriously messed up that jerk's face." Gwen smiled at the nerd. "Wow I'm actually impressed. To tell you the truth I didn't think you had it in you." The goth girl turned in annoyance as the photographs were taken away.

"Neither did I." Duncan declared studying the pictures with his unibrow raised. In one picture Harold was pushed roughly aside by the hand of a gorgeous black male while the unknown male pulled a shocked LeShawna close with the other his lips puckered and ready.

In the next Harold had recovered and had angrily decked the strange male on the face much to the delight of the luscious sister. The final picture shows the jerk on the floor with one heck of a bruise, Harold screaming out in pain and LeShawna coming over to comfort her boyfriend.

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but nice job skater nerd!" Duncan smirked extending his hand. After a moment's pause Harold walked over and slapped it with his uninjured hand. Courtney scowled.

"Well now that LeShawna has had her bragging rights, Noah's and Harold's injuries have been explained and the OGRE has finally decided to grace us with his arrival we can finally start the meeting."

Katie and Sadie's smiles promptly disappeared as the best friends for life clutched each other tightly.

Earlier in the Confessional Can

After what seemed like an eternity of constant redials, busy signals and constant rings someone finally picked up. Sadie's grip on her phone tightened and she crossed her fingers tightly as she opened her mouth to speak.

Sadie-Oh hi mom! Yes…we got to the party safe and we're having fun. (Sadie nodded happily before her smile faded and turned serious.) Mom did the package I told you about come for me today?

Outside the outhouse Katie clasped her hands tightly as the door started to open. The hopeful look on her face fell and she raced forward to comfort her distraught BFF.

In remembrance both girls gripped each other tighter an action that caught the CIT's eye. As if confirming her suspicions, Katie quickly spoke up. "Wait! We're still missing Izzy and Owen and umm Ezekiel!"

"They can catch up." Courtney said dismissively before strolling over to the large pile of coats and purses the other teens had discarded minutes after entering. Effortlessly she found her own purse.

"Alright everyone bring out your cookie cutters!" Courtney declared removing her own cookie cutter from her purse and holding it up. As metal symbols of different campers were brought out from purses and pockets Tyler, Trent and the BFFFL's were becoming more and more uncomfortable.

Courtney nodded approvingly as she inspected the cutters one by one. Pig, Surfer girl, weights…it was clear that each were made by the prairie boy. Inwardly scoffing at the ballerina Heather, Bunny DJ and mirror gazing Justin, she paused when she noticed the next one.

"A ringmaster?!" LeShawna grinned. "You mean Heather Tamer." The heavier teen corrected her grin growing at the shocked expression on the queen bee's face and the laughter coming from the other teens. Heather promptly stuck her nose up in the air as Gwen exchanged hi-fives with her friend.

Courtney coughed hiding her smile behind a well placed hand. "Moving on." Passing the Harold Ninja she nodded at the gingerbread man and girl holding a book and sketchbook respectfully. Finally she reached the end of the eighteen teens.

Katie and Sadie gripped each other as Courtney approached with a raised eyebrow. "Well girls do we have a cookie cutter or not?" The inseparable best friends cringed under the CIT's look, but finally Katie reluctantly withdrew her cookie cutter.

"Fine. Sadie, Tyler and Trent you're dismissed." In response the BFFL's clung to each other, Trent smiled back at Gwen as he stood up and Lindsay stood defiantly in front of Tyler. "You can't have my Tyler Coral!" The buxom blonde declared as she gripped the jock's hand tight.

Courtney pinched her forehead. "Your boyfriend doesn't have a cookie cutter therefore he can't be at this meeting. Heck he shouldn't even be here at all!" As the CIT started to reach for the jock's hand, Eva spoke up.

"Look CIT jock boy was in the locker room when know-it-all Noah got his package, so he knows just what this meeting is about, so back off!" Courtney's eyes narrowed. "It doesn't matter if he knows or not! Technically Tyler didn't get a cookie cutter so he cannot technically be here!"

"You seriously want to talk technicality lets talk technicality! Technically if Ezekiel didn't speak up at the table on the first day you would have been the one gone since you "technically "didn't jump and you like "technically" took the leadership rule even though he like totally jumped. And "technically" if Harold wasn't on our team we would have lost since "technically" he won like the dodge ball game and the talent show! As for the apple I was blindfolded!!!!"

Sadie's anger faded away as she noticed the looks of shock on her best friend's face as well as the rest of the room. The larger girl blushed. "Oops." Noah's mouth was wide open and he stared at Sadie as her face turned pink. Courtney on the other hand her face was red.

"And that's our cue to leave! Trent blurted out grabbing Sadie's hand before the BFFL could react. "Well find something to do in town that is strictly friendship and far far from here. See you in a few hours Gwen!" Trent called out with a smile before he exited the room in a hurry. Seconds later Courtney blew up.

"So first things first." Courtney said calmly several minutes later. "We didn't like Ezekiel and he certainly didn't care for us so why would he send each of us a Christmas present?!" The remaining seventeen teens shrugged.

Courtney sighed. "Okay…next question. Does anyone know anything about Mr. Sexist?" Lindsay's hand shot up causing the CIT to roll her eyes. "Besides the obvious disrespect of anyone female." The hand went down.

"Ezekiel can speak 8 different languages and he's got Home Ec teachers for parents." Cody said promptly earning a few surprised looks. "And just how do you know that?" Gwen questioned earning a sheepish grin. "TDI website." The technogeek answered receiving a few nods in return.

"And knowing just how "much" Ezekiel seems to listen to his parents, particularly his father I think it's safe to say that he made everything." Bridgette said. Geoff nodded. "And that dude had to make these cookie cutters! I mean DUDE! Have you seen anything even close to one of these?!"

Courtney nodded begrudgingly. While I must admit Mr. Sexist knows how to cook AND he apparently knows metal craft, I still think that his being able to speak 8 languages is a vast exaggeration."

"Well itsth not!" Beth snapped standing up. "I got losth on the firsth day right outside his room and he talked to this housekeeper so fluently! And don't forget the origami lesson! If he and Noah didn't constanthly translate I don't think I could of gotten it sooth quickly."

"Hate to break it to you Braceface, but everyone was on the third floor. Including Homeschool." Duncan's smirk abruptly faded as LeShawna slapped him sharply. Before another fight broke out Noah spoke up. "Actually 9 ½ times out of 10 Ezekiel stayed in another room on the second floor."

Confessional Can

Lindsay-Okay I'm sooo confused. Was the room nicer on that floor? That's like sooo unfair!

Geoff- That seriously explains so much man.

Duncan-Prairie boy stayed on a separate floor huh? Real clever. Stupid, but clever. Kind of like that amateur who tried to break out of Juvy. Hoarding mystery meat only works if you get rid of it pronto. (laughs) Guard dogs are tougher then you thought huh Safecracker Barry?! (laughs)

"Wait why would he be on another floor? Noah let out a snort. "Well let's see first there were reasons one through eleven B through S for starters, attacks by overzealous revenge seekers, then the usual yet expected misunderstandings due to an individual with near zero social contact being forced onto a reality show." Noah finished staring pointedly at the group.

"Hold on Ezekiel was FORCED on the show?" Geoff said in disbelief. Noah rolled his eyes. "Oh don't you know? Part of his Doctor's Orders. Said interacting with teenagers of different stereotypes would be good for him."

Noah snorted. "So let's see. Strangled and voted off the first day, constantly running for his life and hiding away from everyone. Gee…and you wonder why Ezekiel left when he did." The razor sharp words coupled with the memory caused most of the group to wince as they remembered.

Okay I want one more picture of the whole TDI gang! Geoff cheered handing his picture over to the staff member. While the others had smiled for the most point, Heather rolled her eyes and started to walk away.

Geoff immediately left his place and blocked the queen bee. "As much as I hate to say it you have to be in here." Heather scoffed. "Newsflash! You're already missing a person. What's one more?"

As Heather started to leave she was stopped again. "What are you talking about? Everyone's already here!" In response Heather smirked. "Here's a clue. He was one of the first 10 to get voted off."

As the other campers start counting names in their head and on their fingers it soon became clear and they groaned. "Well someone go get him!"Courtney demanded. Duncan next to her rolled his eyes. "Why bother?"

"Okay, while I have to admit Ezekiel is more then a little weird he's still one of us you know?" One by the one the other teens nodded reluctantly and they started to disperse. Heather adjusted her wig as she dropped the bomb.

"You won't find him here. Homeschool left on the first boat back home over an hour ago." Heather's nonchalant comment slowly sunk in as the group froze and turned to face the queen bee with varying reactions. "Why would Ethan do that?" Lindsay wondered out loud. Most of the other campers couldn't answer that. The one who could was silent, her eyes staring in the direction of the pier.

Duncan shook off the memory first. "Well I'm guessing Homeschool is over it by now. I mean he sent each of us a present and not to mention he sent this." Duncan declared grinning like a maniac as he held aloft a green letter marked with holiday symbol.

The letter was addressed to the prison and had Duncan's name in the corner. Grinning broadly at the flabbergast group, Duncan started to read the red note inside imitating Ezekiel's thick accent as he did so.

"Knooing CI-Coortney! Her mom's gonna want you to shoo her how you made them eh! No recipe is as good as being taught how first eh. Only way you learn right eh!" The delinquent's smile faded as he looked at the rest of the note. "What the hell is this chicken scratch?"

Noah held out his hand for the note. After studying it for a moment the bookworm smirked. "Actually it's Russian." Noah grinned as Duncan cursed violently. "What do you know? I guess Ezekiel hasn't gotten over it yet." Noah actually laughed as Duncan let out another string of curses.

Imagi's Ramblings: I don't own the song "Teenagers" by My Chemical Romance. Still a good song though.

So Duncan comes, more questions answered and Zeke actually responds back to Duncan! And I still have 4 campers and more surprises to go. :)

Thanks to all my reviewers! And look on the bright side! Christmas spirit alive and well in February. :D

Til next camper! :)

Imagi